Advertisement
News

Carter unlocked inner voices

Lord, I keep so busy servin' my Master, ain't got time to die.

'Cause when I'm givin' my all, I'm servin' my Master. Ain't got time to die.

Advertisement

Those words from a vintage spiritual could sum up the life of Nathan Carter, who gave his all in the service of music and young musicians for 34 years as director of the Morgan State University Choir. His death on Thursday from pancreatic cancer at the age of 68 leaves a void in Baltimore's cultural life that can't really be filled.

You only had to hear his choir once, even just a few minutes' worth of the passion and precision he drew from those singers, to understand his value. Carter didn't make music, he ignited it. If you could have harnessed the spark he got out of college kids, many of them with little musical training, you could have lit the entire city.

Advertisement

To a large extent, a choir is only as good as its director. Voices have to be trained, molded, coaxed, finessed, blended. Carter fulfilled these technical duties with unusual skill.

The real test for any choristers, though, is not how they articulate, but how they interpret the notes, not how they sing from the vocal cords, but from the heart. Carter had an uncanny ability to unlock that inner voice in singers, the one that can reach out and touch a listener -- in any country.

During what turned out to be the last of its many international trips with Carter, the Morgan Choir wowed audiences early this year in one of Russia's most historic venues, Philharmonia Hall in St. Petersburg. The occasion was the International Winter Festival Arts Square, founded by conductor Yuri Temirkanov, an avid fan of the Morgan singers since first working with them in a 2002 Baltimore Symphony all-Gershwin program at Meyerhoff Symphony Hall.

Temirkanov invited the choir to Russia to repeat that program with the St. Petersburg Philharmonic and also give a separate concert on its own. Temirkanov noted that no African-American choral group had ever performed in that city before, and he was sure that the public would welcome this one warmly --an understatement.

The Russians went wild. After the concert of Porgy and Bess selections with the Philharmonic, the ovations shook the place, with the loudest roar let loose when Temirkanov called Carter out for a solo bow.

The next night, you could see people hanging on every note when Carter led the choir in a program of spirituals and classics, including an exquisitely molded selection from Rachmaninoff's Vespers sung in Russian and learned for the occasion. The sound those singers produced -- seamless, sumptuous, soulful -- matched the regal beauty of the hall.

It was the same sound Baltimore audiences had long known and loved, the sound that characterized performance after performance, emerging in seemingly effortless fashion at the slightest move of Carter's hand, or even a mere glance.

(He was not a showy, windmill conductor onstage, arms flailing about. Which is not to say he didn't have a showman streak. He was known for wonderfully eye-catching concert attire. In St. Petersburg, he beamed at the crowd as he walked slowly onstage like an aristocrat from Catherine the Great's court in his snazzy outfit of white ruffles and subtly sequined tails.)

Advertisement

Every time I heard the Morgan Choir -- regrettably, not often enough during my few years in Baltimore -- I was struck by its expressive intensity. That visceral quality was a built-in attribute, thanks to Carter, who didn't have to be in front of the singers to unleash it. He handed over to any other conductor an ensemble expertly prepared and fully committed.

The choir redeemed the BSO's presentation of Beethoven's Ninth back in February, for example, providing an exhilarating kick to an otherwise thoroughly pedestrian interpretation by conductor Bobby McFerrin. And last December, in a gala for the Reginald F. Lewis Museum of Maryland African American History and Culture, Leslie Dunner reaped the rich benefits of that honing when he conducted the ensemble in Hannibal Lokumbe's challenging African Portraits.

It is impossible to overstate the accomplishments of the Morgan State University Choir during Carter's tenure.

He ensured that the organization remained an invaluable exponent of the first great musical expressions of African-Americans, traditional spirituals, even though their popularity, especially among the young, had faded over the years. At the same time, his broad tastes yielded a continuing expansion of repertoire -- classical, folk, pop -- so that the choir could never be stereotyped.

He helped singers believe in themselves, even find themselves, with a personal touch that was as genuine as his musical talent. And he led them relentlessly toward the highest ground of artistic quality.

"What matters most in the end is that we communicated with people," Carter said after the St. Petersburg triumph last winter, something he could have said after almost any performance by his choir, anytime, anywhere. "Something happened out there, and that's what we're about."

Advertisement

Carter embodied the philosophy of a particularly haunting spiritual: This little light of mine, I'm going to let it shine ... Ev'ry where I go I'm going to let it shine.

Audiences got to bask in that light for more than three decades, a remarkable gift, a remarkable legacy. It's a glow that will surely guide the Morgan Choir, with whoever faces the unenviable task of filling his directorial shoes, for many years to come.

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

Funeral

The funeral of Dr. Nathan Carter will be held at 11 a.m. Wednesday at New Shiloh Baptist Church, 2100 N. Monroe St. A wake will be held at the church on Tuesday from noon to 7 p.m.

Dr. Carter is survived by his wife of 44 years, Jean Carter, a voice teacher at Catholic University in Washington; a daughter, Lynn Carter, a soprano based in the Czech Republic; a son, Ryan Carter, an electrical engineer in Silver Spring; a brother, Dr. Harold A. Carter Sr., pastor of New Shiloh Baptist Church in Baltimore; and three sisters, Dorothy Carter of Selma, Ala., Marian McKinnie of Indianapolis, Ind., and Blanche Carter Thrash of Atlanta, Ga.


Advertisement