Interview with Jerome Roth (courtesy of Mr. Weber)
Jerome Roth was a founding member of the New York Woodwind Quintet and later played 2nd oboe to Harold Gomberg in the New York Philharmonic. He passed away in 2005 at the ripe age of 87.
Taken from HERE
Mr. Roth was born in New York City and attended City College of New York, the Henry Street Settlement Music School, and the Juilliard School. In addition to his oboe studies, he also studied composition with Roy Harris, and has made numerous transcriptions of string quartets, and Bach organ works for woodwind quintet.
Jerome Roth
Remembrances of an Oboist
By Sam Schechter
Oyster Bay, New York
n his post New York Philharmonic life, Jerome Roth talked to his student, Sam Schechter about music, the oboe and his professional career. I was brought up in a family where my father ran a hardware store, and my mother played the piano, which was at the rear of the store. I have vivid memories of mom playing her favorite tunes in between waiting on the customers. Dad had a good ear for music, and filled in as Cantor at our local synagogue. Listening to dad’s practicing his passages was probably the origins of a budding musician.
My older sister brought home sheet music of current tunes and taught me to read the treble clef. For a short time then I was a one handed pianist. Eventually I added harmony and began to play by ear. After a while my playing improved to the point where I was creating my own arrangements of various selections, all without the benefit of having had piano or any other type of music lessons. As luck would have it, one of my sister’s dates heard me playing my own arrangement of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, and was impressed with my talent. He then arranged for me to have a musical aptitude test at the Henry Street Settlement Music School in Manhattan. The test resulted in my placement in a music class with the American composer, Roy Harris. With his class of ten students he taught us how to write using unrelated triads. I wrote a piece for oboe and piano utilizing this style. In the class was a young man who was taking oboe lessons from Lois Wann, a renowned oboist with whom I eventually studied. Later on when I was with the New York Philharmonic, one of Leonard Bernstein’s favorite pieces was Roy Harris’ Third Symphony, a selection that was often played on four. At this point I had been playing the oboe for approximately two years when World War II (and the draft) interrupted my life.
My first year in the army was spent Stateside, and then I was transferred to Cambridge, England. At this point I happened upon an ad by a local orchestra looking for musicians. Unfortunately, I left my oboe in New York, so when I informed the conductor of the situation he suggested I stop by the following week and he would see what he could “muster up”. The following week, to my surprise, he found an English style thumb plate oboe. Among other selections, we rehearsed Bach’s B Minor Mass for a performance in the impressive King’s College Chapel. At this concert I first heard a marvelous soprano, Kathleen Ferrier. She sang the Agnus Dei and my heart was completely aflutter. Later on I learned that Bruno Walter brought her in to sing with the New York Philharmonic. However, in my mind she was my discovery! She was raised in a coal-mining region of Wales and tragically died of pneumoconiosis (black lung disease).
While I was in the Army I heard about the educational benefits of the G.I. Bill, and decided to attend the Juilliard School of Music. To me this was the logical path to return to music and the oboe. At Juilliard I studied under Lois Wann, then Harold Gomberg joined the faculty, and most of my oboe training was with him. At this point I was playing with the Juilliard Orchestra. At the end of a rehearsal Eldon Gatwood, an oboe student who later became first oboe for the Pittsburgh Symphony, came running up to me saying that he had never heard anyone sound so much like Leon Goossens. While stationed in England I mostly heard the British style of playing, and of course, imitated their sound without even realizing it. When Harold Gomberg became my oboe teacher at Juilliard, we had a typical teacher-student relationship. However, eventually it developed into a close friendship. My style of playing was somewhat different from that to which he was accustomed, since he was trained in the Tabuteau school at the Curtis Institute. Other veterans were enrolling at Juilliard and the school’s orchestras rapidly developed to a point where each one was at a different playing level. The advanced level orchestra at Juilliard had in it the following oboists: Ray Still, who is now retired from the Chicago Symphony, John Mack, of the Cleveland Orchestra, Dave Abosch, who played English horn with us, but first oboe in the Denver Symphony, and myself. Thor Johnson was our conductor. During this post-war period there was an abundance of freelance work.
Perhaps it was because there wasn’t a large pool of aspiring oboists. Nowadays I don’t envy my students who are just starting out because of the fierce competition. However, I received calls from different places, and started to play in the Little Orchestra under Thomas Scherman. We had some wonderful musicians. They included Bernard Garfield, bassoon; Murray Panitz, flute; Tony Gigliotti, clarinet; all of who subsequently played with the Philadelphia Orchestra. This experience with the Little Orchestra began in 1948 and lasted through 1961. Samuel Baron, the flutist, called me and asked if I would like to become a member of the New York Woodwind Quintet, and I accepted. Quintet members, besides Sam, consisted of David Glazer, clarinet, John Barrows, French horn and Bernard Garfield, bassoon. John Barrows was the most flexible horn player I have ever encountered. So much of our playing style was due to him. On one occasion when we were playing a Young Peoples’ concert, a child questioned him why a brass instrument was in a woodwind quintet. His answer was, “The horn is a very sociable instrument, it blends with the strings, woodwinds, brass, etc.”
Between working both jobs I was kept very busy. In addition to my primary playing obligations, there were some ancillary engagements. One that comes to mind was a recording session under Leopold Stokowski. He was famous for his recording techniques. The maestro was always the first to arrive at a recording session. He was usually to be found in the control room talking to the technicians, then he would come out and move the microphones, direct people where to sit, rearranging this or that, and generally fussing about. When I was growing up I somehow came into possession of some old time, heavy weight 78 RPM recordings of the Philadelphia Orchestra playing Scheherazade under Stokowski. That was my first introduction of listening to the famous Tabuteau on oboe, Kincaid on flute, Schoenbach on bassoon, and McLain on clarinet. I was hearing the best and not realizing it. My days in the New York Woodwind Quintet were varied, to say the least. I was traveling all over the world. To begin with we made a tour of South America under the State Department’s aegis. We started down the West coast and came across the mountains. Before the jet age, it was quite exciting to fly in propeller planes with the mountains visible on either side. I remember playing in Bogotá where I almost fell on my face. I had a very difficult time playing in the thin air at that high altitude. We were playing a trio written by a South American composer named, Orego Salas; another by Mozart for oboe, clarinet and bassoon, as well as ending with a Françaix Quintet. In those days we played original pieces, since it was not considered ideal to use arrangements. However, in the New York Philharmonic Woodwind Quintet we were playing arrangements that I had prepared, because by now playing modified original compositions was more acceptable.
In Uruguay we played for their president, and he just sat back puffing on a tremendous cigar saying, “Muy bien, muy bien,” as we played any piece. On one occasion we began talking with various local woodwind musicians backstage after our concert. I overheard the bassoon player explaining double-tonguing. In an attempt to be understood he was speaking Yiddish with a Spanish accent. The Quintet was booking concerts for future dates on the spot. Managers did not come on tour so we had to do the bookings ourselves. The Quintet wanted to go on, but I was due back in New York for rehearsal with The Little Orchestra. This tour was in 1956. During the time I was playing with the woodwind quintet we had only one personnel change. That was the bassoonist, Bernard Garfield, who moved to the Philadelphia Orchestra, and was superbly replaced by Arthur Weisberg. We played premieres of composers such as Samuel Barber, Alvin Etler, Alec Wilder. Our playing reached a height of excellence that it became the standard for other woodwind quintets. We used to spend summers in Milwaukee, and were holding master classes in an enormous old mansion called Marietta House. We would give concerts and rehearse in its cavernous lobby. It was a marvelous existence. We had what you might call a composer-in-residence, Alec Wilder, who become our “court composer”. He wrote the quintets, heard us rehearse them, analyzed our comments and would rewrite accordingly. While we were there, he wrote as many as six woodwind quintets plus assorted other smaller compositions. We really enjoyed working with him. For that whole summer I was constantly on the phone juggling jobs between the Little Orchestra, the woodwind quintet and assorted freelance work. I was happy to give up these obligations when I joined the Philharmonic. In 1958 we made a tour to the Brussels World’s Fair, and from there we went to a place called Cassis, which is on the south coast of France. In Cassis, we played background music (composed by Alec Wilder) for a performance of Twelfth Night. The performance took place outdoors in a marvelous stone amphitheater owned by a patron, Jerome Hill. It was a thrilling experience. Arthur Weisberg and I began talking to one of the actors who spoke only French; the topic was the possibility of getting cane. This fellow took us in his car to a shop in Marseilles to inquire about the location of cane fields, which were in the Var region of southern France. We had a hair raising, wild car ride with the mountains on the left side and a cliff (with no guard rail) looking out on the ocean. At break-neck speed he kept honking his horn and shouting, “Merde, merde.” This was an example of”road rage” before the phrase was coined. Arthur and I had a white-knuckle ride while we were holding on for dear life in the backseat. We were just amazed at some of the chances he took to pass other cars. The danger and risk were worth it, because I obtained excellent cane that I had used for many years. During our stay in Milwaukee we had an arrangement with the Fine Arts String Quartet in which they were recording our entire repertoire. On days off we went to Winnetka to record in an old, acoustically extraordinary church. Boston Skyline has remastered all of these records.
I had been playing in The Little Orchestra with Bruno Labate, who was a very short man. After a performance someone would often say, “Why didn’t you stand up when the orchestra took a bow?” With a broad smile he would say, “I was standing.” Labate was a player who had no traditional schooling, yet played expressively and from the heart; very much like a Pavarotti. He didn’t have the finesse of Tabuteau. He never made a reed; played on an “ancient” oboe (lacking modern enhancements), yet he produced a solid, fat sound. I was playing second oboe and English horn, but eventually moved up to first oboe when Labate left the Orchestra. One day I received a call from Ronald Roseman and he said, “How would you like to change jobs with me?” The woodwind quintet was the kind of work he would have loved to do since it involved a great deal of travel.
Ronald Roseman was a young man and traveling appealed to him. He was playing second oboe with Harold Gomberg at the New York Philharmonic, on a week-to-week basis. As a result of this call I auditioned for the Philharmonic and Ronald Roseman and I swapped jobs. (As this article is being written I have found out that Ronald Roseman passed away. The music world suffers a great loss of a wonderful musician, fine composer and a decent human being). I remember saying that I was primarily a first oboist, but playing second oboe with Harold Gomberg was an opportunity that I couldn’t refuse. This was February 1961 and I was playing on a weekly basis. At my first rehearsal under Leonard Bernstein, I went up to him and introduced myself. I said something to the effect that I hoped he would be pleased with my playing. He answered, “We’ll see”, which didn’t make me feel too secure; however, I realized I was under probation. Fortunately, I was offered a contract for the fall season.
After leaving the New York Woodwind Quintet, I was not about to give up ensemble playing, so I organized the quintet included Paige Brook on flute, Peter Simenaeur on clarinet, Harold Goltzer on bassoon and, later on, Leonard Hindell, who is still with the New York Philharmonic, John Carabella and later on Bill Kuyper, on French horn. We gave quintet concerts in the area when our busy schedules permitted. In the spring of 1961 the Philharmonic went on its first tour to Japan. Subsequently, we had four more visits to Japan while I was with the Orchestra. This tour gave me an impression of the traditional Japanese culture, typified by the women wearing restrictive dress and footwear. I met a Japanese oboist from the renowned NHK Orchestra and recall walking with him and his wife outside the concert hall. As we were engaged in conversation, I noticed that she was walking six feet behind us. In 1970 we had another tour to Japan, and I met a woman with whom I still correspond. On this trip I took my son along and we visited the Expo in Osaka. The Philharmonic members had English-speaking guides at the Expo. The individual assigned to me was charming, so I invited both my guide and her non-English-speaking sister to a rehearsal that we had the following morning. Her sister’s eyes lit up when I mentioned Mahler, or for that matter any other composer. It turned out that she was a pianist and composer who wrote a piece for me. When the sisters showed up for the rehearsal, the local (officious) security guards were ejecting my invited guests because observers were not permitted at the rehearsal. I interceded on their behalf and they thoroughly enjoyed the session. When I joined the New York Philharmonic our performances were at the acoustically superior Carnegie Hall. However, we had to play in a louder fashion to get over the huge body of strings that were in front of us. Harold Gomberg and I would often say, “Wait until we get to the new hall, that will fix things,” And we sure got fixed! Today that hall is called Avery Fisher Hall, but when it firstopened it was known as Philharmonic Hall.
My earliest experiences with Harold Gomberg in the Philharmonic were extremely positive and can be described as cooperative. We had a special rapport and marvelous relationship. His style of playing required him to put in such enormous physical effort, that from time to time he would ask me to play his parts during tuttis, or at other times when he felt the need to rest or conserve energy. Since I had studied with him, my sound blended with his, and he trusted me to spell him during solo passages. Harold Gomberg’s extraordinary tone on the oboe had earned him the reputation as the master of tonal color. His range and richness of sound seemed to match an individual composer’s genre. If he were playing Mozart, he contributed a luminescence and intimacy that would ideally blend with a chamber orchestra. For Mahler, he produced a full, dark, broad sound, which articulated the composer’s emotional spectrum. He was truly a remarkable musician. Upon Gomberg’s retirement from the orchestra in 1977, he left a void that was magnificently filled by Joseph Robinson. When I arrived at the Philharmonic, the orchestra had played about 6,000 concerts. By the time I retired in 1992, that number had climbed to above 11,000. Over my 31-year career we performed over 5,000 concerts. In 1962 there was not a single woman in the orchestra. In 1965, Orin O’Brien (the double bass player) became the first woman to enter the orchestra. Over the years the situation has changed, until I would say, right now at least a third of the orchestra is women.
One of the high points in my career was a special Stravinsky Festival. This was a concert at which Robert Craft, who was a protégé of Stravinsky, conducted the first half of the concert. On the last half of the concert was the Symphony of Psalms, written principally for wind instruments, with the addition of cello and bass. This was to be conducted by Stravinsky himself. When the strings exited, there was a bare stage in front of us. The house lights dimmed, quiet descended upon the hall and a diminutive senior gentleman took the podium to conduct the Symphony of Psalms. I felt as though I were playing for Beethoven himself. This was a most memorable experience to play under the acclaimed living composer, Stravinsky. Another incident of a similar nature was at the 85th anniversary of Carnegie Hall. We were playing a special concert under Leonard Bernstein. The concert began with the Leonore Overture #3. Then the strings departed the stage, leaving a vast unoccupied stage. The next portion of the concert was given over to famous chamber music artists. Among these artists were Yehudi Menuhin, Isaac Stern, Vladimir Horowitz, and Mstislav Rostropovich. The piano was moved on stage directly in front of Gomberg and myself. Now entered Horowitz, Menuhin and Rostropovich who proceeded to perform Tchaikovsky’s Piano Trio in A minor. Their playing was perfection. The performance was absolutely splendid! We were seated so close to these icons, that I could have reached over and played the left hand of the piano. The program continued with assorted other chamber music, ending with Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus; however, the memory that will always be fixed in my mind’s eye is the exhilarating experience of Horowitz, Menuhin and Rostropovich performing. As an addendum, I must mention the extraordinary efforts of luminaries such as Isaac Stern to preserve Carnegie Hall. It was scheduled to be razed after Philharmonic Hall (Avery Fisher Hall) was constructed; however, he successfully fought to preserve and renovate the venerable concert hall.
There was one conductor who holds a memorable place in my mind. His name was Istvan Kertesz. We played Brahms’ First Concerto with Rudolf Serkin as pianist. The concerto begins with a thunderous bass note. It was interesting to see the contrast between his usual shy, mild-mannered personality and his assertive conducting style in this piece, where he brought in the basses with stunning exuberance. In another concert celebrating Artur Rubinstein’s 75th birthday, he presented a sterling performance of both Brahms’ piano concerti. Music can have a humorous side as well, especially under the baton of comedian and movie star, Danny Kaye. He was a fine musician, excellent conductor; however, he couldn’t read a note of music. He would memorize the score and with his sense of timing and rhythm did an outstanding job. On one occasion he stopped the orchestra, pointed to the concertmaster and said, “You, out!” So the concertmaster walked off the stage followed by the maestro. In a few short moments a pistol shot rang out and Mr. Kaye walked back to the podium, tapped the baton on the music stand and proceeded to complete the selection. It was all I could do to maintain my embouchure while controlling my laughter.
During the Philharmonic’s last season at Carnegie Hall we were told there would be one week of tuning and acclimation at our new location, Philharmonic Hall (now known as Avery Fisher Hall) in Lincoln Center. When we arrived for our first tune up, construction was still in progress, and all sorts of materials were strewn about. At the rear of the stage there was a metal surface with holes that I thought was to be plastered. I was mistaken. The engineers placed this holed, thin metal surface as a sounding board to reflect and amplify our music to the audience. It was the worst possible surface in that it dissipated bass tones and changed our beautiful music into a “tinny” and almost primitive sound. The preliminary testing involved hiring various conductors, securing special compositions, which would test the hall’s sound characteristics. One conductor asked for the beginning chords of Beethoven’s Eroica Symphony. The caterwauling that reflected off the screens sounded like a cacophony of garbage cans clanking together. He politely stopped, and said, “Gentlemen, you’ve called me too late.” He then walked out. That conductor was Leopold Stokowski. Since the opening of Avery Fisher Hall in the 60’s, many modifications have been made. Each one has somewhat improved the acoustics. The last round of changes, under the auspices of Maestro Kurt Masur, have been the most successful. A major complaint previous to the latest alterations was the inability of the musicians to hear one another; however, the current improvement has mitigated this problem. One of the most gratifying experiences in my life has been teaching, in as much as it has allowed me to pass on my love of music and the oboe. Many students take lessons to enhance their appreciation of the arts, and of course, some have gone into the profession. I am most proud of the following students’ accomplishments: Jonathan Blumenfeld is now second oboe in the Philadelphia Orchestra, Merrill Greenberg plays English horn for the Israel Philharmonic and Robert Botti became my successor with the New York Philharmonic.
Since my retirement in 1992, I’ve been busy teaching, playing an occasional concert on Long Island, and coaching various ensembles for winds. Additionally, I have used my computer to generate assorted arrangements of compositions that were originally written for string quartet. If anyone would like to get information about my arrangements, or obtain one, call me at 1-516-759-0551.



