
Speaking of the latter: after having successfully avoided and averted Pachelbel’s ominously famous Canon in two decades of concert-going, it finally caught up with me. Maestro Constantine bothered to conduct (one imagines a “start” and a “stop” signal should have sufficed) and the result was most unhappy. Some back-seat fiddles of the temporarily reduced orchestra did not agree on the same intonation – but more worryingly, the whole canon lumped about like a troglodyte with one leg shorter than the other.
The preceding mostly-strings reworking of the Royal Firework Music produced a much finer – if not per se “refined” – sound, delighting in its own right. Similarly pleased the following Telemann Concerto for two Violas. It’s always good to hear Telemann’s name and music spread – especially with this, one of his most popular works.
Sheep may safely graze in Bach’s aria from the “Hunt” Cantata – and since that was a success, Leopold Stokowski had the brilliant idea to let even more sheeps graze, and even more safely! The result is at the edge of good taste, but still on the right side – and one of the prettier Stokowski transcriptions of Bach. “Elgar or Bach?” was the question in the orchestration of the Fantasia & Fugue in C-minor BWV537 and the answer is clearly “Elgar” – especially in the Fantasia. But that probably works to its advantage: Personal coleur of a composer is more interesting in an orchestration than straight forward enlargement and bombastization. Webern’s and Berg’s transcriptions (be it Johann Strauss II or Bach or Schubert) are more interesting to listen to than Stokowski’s or Raff’s for that reason… because you can hear their own idiom and how it relates to the original.

The finale was the Stokowski brutalization of the probably-not-Bach Toccata & Fugue in D-minor which is, shortcomings aside, still dear to us from the orginial Fantasia and which, presumably transcribed from violin to organ in the first place, is still the quintessential organ piece to our ears, anyway. The trudging orchestral version substitutes dignity and gravitas with showmanship and awkwardness and gives only a few really beautiful moments in return. I’d rather have heard the Passacaglia transcription – and then ideally Schoenberg’s, not Stokowski’s. Or, perhaps, one actual piece of Bach instead: perhaps an Orchestral Suite.
Quibbles aside, though, the evening was full of pleasant, accessible fare for the many kids and teenagers present; it was good to see that the $10 tickets for 6-16 year olds had been made good use of. Next Thursday it’s “Chugging Tchaikovsky” with the 1st Piano Concerto and 4th Symphony under Giancarlo Guerrero and with the 18-year old Russian-American Natasha Paremski on piano.