Partituralis

The Piccolo

L’ottavino — the little octave.

The smallest voice in the orchestra and, at its height, the loudest — a foot of wood and metal that can pierce a full tutti and, in quieter hands, whistle like a thrush at dawn.

A pencil drawing of a piccolo, viewed from headjoint to foot.

A short conical tube, scarcely a foot long — held transverse, like its larger sister, and blown across the lip plate of the headjoint.

The piccolo is the flute writ small — half the length, an octave higher, and possessed of a character all its own. It is brilliant without effort, shrill if asked too much, and capable, in its middle register, of a sweetness no other woodwind can quite match. Composers either love it dearly or use it sparingly; rarely both.

It is, before anything else, an instrument of the top. A single piccolo will be heard above ninety musicians at full cry — a fact every orchestrator learns once, and afterwards never forgets. Its powers should be saved, like fireworks, for the moments that warrant them: storms, marches, the final pages of symphonies and the first light of ballets.

Mechanism

The piccolo is built in two principal joints — headjoint and body — most often of grenadilla or cocus, sometimes of silver, and occasionally of a wood body fitted with a metal headjoint. The keywork follows the Boehm system, identical in fingering to the modern flute, though the bore is conical where the flute’s is cylindrical, and narrows steadily toward the foot.

Sound is produced as it is on the flute — by the player’s breath striking the far edge of the embouchure hole — but everything is smaller, faster, and more demanding of intonation. A flautist does not simply pick up the piccolo and play; the embouchure is its own discipline, and the best piccolo players are those who practise the two instruments as kin, not as one.

Voice and Character

Berlioz, in his Treatise, returns again and again to the piccolo with a mixture of admiration and warning. In the high register it is, he writes, “excellently fitted to express violent passions and the strident accents of fury and vengeance,” and yet equally capable, with care, of the most delicate effects. The instrument is a creature of contrasts. It is the lightning of the orchestra and, when held back, also its most fragile thread.

Its low register is breathy and weak, almost a whisper; the middle is round and pure, the most underused part of the instrument; the upper, brilliant; and the extreme top, piercing — a sound that no forte in the strings can cover. The composer who knows when to deploy each is the composer the piccolo will reward.

“In the high register it is excellently fitted to express violent passions, and the strident accents of fury and vengeance.”

— Berlioz, Grand traité d’instrumentation

The piccolo asks little, and gives much — provided the writer remembers that, of all the orchestra’s voices, this is the one most easily made to scream. Use it well and it will sing. Use it badly and it will not be forgiven.