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6.8.15

Ionarts in Santa Fe: 'Cold Mountain'


Ensemble in Cold Mountain, 2015, Santa Fe Opera (photo by Ken Howard)

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C. Frazier, Cold Mountain
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Charles T. Downey, “Cold Mountain” is a long, bleak night in Santa Fe Opera premiere (The Classical Review, August 6)
Few moments equal the excitement of the world premiere of a new opera. The theater darkens, and music that very few people have heard before unfolds before you.

This crucial tradition continued at Santa Fe Opera this year with the world premiere of Cold Mountain, the first opera by American composer Jennifer Higdon...
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SEE ALSO:
Zachary Woolfe, ‘Cold Mountain,’ at Santa Fe Opera, Recounts a Separated Lover’s Arduous Journey (New York Times, August 6)

Jeffrey Brown, Civil War tragedy ‘Cold Mountain’ inspires opera (PBS NewsHour, August 5)

George Loomis, Cold Mountain, Santa Fe Opera, Santa Fe, New Mexico — review (Financial Times, August 5)

Paul Ingles, 'Cold Mountain' Takes Civil War Odyssey To The Opera Stage (NPR, August 5)

Thomas May, Cold Mountain Almost Reaches the Top (Musical America, August 5)

Gregory Sullivan Isaacs, Miguel Harth-Bedoya brings Jennifer Higdon’s music to life in ‘Cold Mountain’ (Fort Worth Star-Telegram, August 5)

John Stege, A Magic Mountain (Santa Fe Reporter, August 5)

Ray Mark Rinaldi, Santa Fe Opera ascends with Jennifer Higdon's "Cold Mountain" (Denver Post, August 4)

Rodney Punt, Jennifer Higdon’s ‘Cold Mountain’ Has World Premiere at Santa Fe Opera

David Patrick Stearns, Higdon's 'Cold Mountain' premieres in Santa Fe (Philadelphia Inquirer, August 3)

James M. Keller, ‘Cold Mountain’ opera review: Long-lost love among the ruins (Santa Fe New Mexican, August 2)

8.12.09

Yuja Wang Masters Extensive Technical Exercise

We have already dubbed American composer Jennifer Higdon the "Queen of the Concerto" because she has milked the genre for a startling number of commissions. To list only the ones we have actually heard (in our order of preference), there are concertos for violin, orchestra, percussion, and string trio, but she has also written concertos for oboe, soprano saxophone, and trombone. The genre is fraught with danger for composers, who risk becoming factory producers of flashy, empty works for high-powered soloists, premiered with as many orchestras as possible and then, for the most part, promptly forgotten. With a track record that now includes a mostly tedious piano concerto, premiered this weekend by the National Symphony Orchestra, Higdon is well on her way to demonstrating why Karlheinz Stockhausen famously refused to accept concerto commissions.


Pianist Yuja Wang (photo by Peter Adamik)
The piano concerto, as heard at the final performance on Saturday night, itself explains the work's unusual history. Higdon wrote the piece for Lang Lang, who announced in March 2007 that he was withdrawing from the project, a couple months before the scheduled premiere. Rumors abounded that the score was too difficult, requiring too much preparation time in the life of a busy, jet-setting virtuoso (after all, Yefim Bronfman had to burn the midnight oil to prepare Esa-Pekka Salonen's new piano concerto). The task passed to another Chinese Wunderkind, Yuja Wang, who lived up to her reputation for hard-hitting derring-do, displayed in all of her local appearances -- a 2008 recital at the Terrace Theater, Prokofiev's second piano concerto with the NSO last spring, and Prokofiev's first piano concerto with the BSO in 2008 (and Liszt's first concerto with them in 2005).

Somehow Wang played all of the notes in Higdon's score, whose default setting appears to have been endless scales, stacked chords, and intricate, fast finger-work. Lang Lang surely could have played all the notes, too, but I suspect that he may have asked himself if it was really going to be worth it. At the end of Saturday's performance, no matter how dynamic and awe-inspiring Wang was at the keyboard (and she was, in spades), the answer was no. Higdon may have accomplished her stated goals -- "to show off the instrument's percussive ability" and to write "a great number of cascading notes which would rebound with a velocity that cannot be matched by another instrument." Yes, mission accomplished, poor Yuja Wang reduced to the role of etude-defeating machine. When one was past the rush of admiration for Wang's mastering of the most demanding Hanon-style technical exercise, however, precious little was left: a bluesy, cocktail piano-style opening theme in the first movement, followed by a grotesque Shostakovich-style march (the best part of the concerto), some dewy chords for a Coplandesque "morning in America" in the second movement, and a bebop/jazz fusion bit with the percussion in the third movement.


Other Reviews:

Anne Midgette, NSO crowd delights to piano concerto's debut (Washington Post, December 4)

Robert R. Reilly, Dream Playing for “Winter Dreams” (Ionarts, December 4)

Tim Smith, National Symphony premieres Higdon Piano Concerto on colorful program (Baltimore Sun, December 4)

T. L. Ponick, NSO premieres composer Higdon's dazzling concerto (Washington Times, December 4)

Andrew Lindemann Malone, Nonstop Ivory-Tinkling (DMV Classical, December 5)
The drab sameness of Higdon's orchestration, aside from a battery overspiced with exotic timbres, was set in relief by the opening work, a suite of music from Rimsky-Korsakov's opera The Snow Maiden. The Russian composer literally wrote the book on matters of orchestration: he could wring far more shades from a palette of fewer colors, by careful mixing: the rumble of ominous bass pedal, the airy rush of bass drum or triangle underneath soft textures in the first movement, the tangy chiff of avian woodwinds in the second, the boisterous cavorting of the skomorokhi in the last. The piece, heard too rarely and brought back to the NSO (for the first time since 1977!) as part of the Focus on Russia program at the Kennedy Center, is an important precursor of Stravinsky's Rite of Spring, something explored by Richard Taruskin in his landmark book on Stravinsky's debt to the Russian Romantic tradition.

The Russian theme continued on the second half with another rare work, Tchaikovsky's first symphony (last heard in 1998), which the composer himself subtitled "Winter Daydreams" (rounding out a concert that fell by chance on the evening of the season's first snowfall). It is a gorgeous piece, a remarkable achievement considering that it was begun in Tchaikovsky's 20s (although revised later), with suitably gloomy themes, unctuous string writing and a beautifully played, plaintive oboe solo in the second movement. One can already hear in a few places, however, the pitfalls that make me dislike so much of Tchaikovsky's symphonic music, going over the top on some of those hammered brass themes, indulging in too much harmonic corn syrup, and some clumsy counterpoint, especially in the last movement. Conductor Andrew Litton, whose history goes back a long way with the NSO, with whom he cut his teeth under Mstislav Rostropovich, gave the Russian pieces some good shape, especially containing the schmaltz in the Tchaikovsky. Other than the third movement of the symphony, a perfectly timed scherzo and contained trio, in fast movements his tempi tended toward exaggeration, unfortunately placing the orchestra at the edge of its comfort zone in the outer movements (and in the last two movements of the Rimsky-Korsakov, too).

The NSO will close out the year with its annual performance of Handel's Messiah (December 17 to 20), given this year in the outrageously grand orchestration of Eugène Goossens, made famous in a recording by Thomas Beecham fifty years ago. Breaking a long-held promise not to review any more performances of Messiah, Ionarts will be there, to hear a Baroque oratorio with bass clarinet, contrabassoon, harp, and cymbals.

4.12.09

Dream Playing for “Winter Dreams”

Many thanks to Robert R. Reilly for contributing to ionarts again with this review of the NSO's world premiere of Jennifer Higdon's Piano Concerto. You can read his latest column for InsideCatholic here.

Thursday evening, December 3rd, the National Symphony Orchestra, under guest conductor Andrew Litton, presented a notable program that included the Suite from Rimsky Korsakov’s “The Snow Maiden”, Tchaikovsky’s First Symphony, “Winter Dreams” and the world première of Jennifer Higdon’s Piano Concerto, commissioned by the Hechinger Fund for New Orchestral Works.

I begin with Tchaikovsky, played last, for the simple reason that I have never heard the NSO play more beautifully in all departments than it did in the Tchaikovsky, under Litton. From the subtlest pianissimo to triple forte, and everything in between, Litton and NSO gave a finely graded, faultlessly built rendition—taught, gripping and dramatic, but lyrical and mesmerizing, as in the second movement, when it needed to be. It took no more than the opening of the first movement, with wonderfully hushed strings under the introduction of the main theme by flute and bassoon, to know that this would be a perfectly paced performance. In the Adagio, these forces achieved that thrilling sense of suspended animation that great playing of beautiful music can reach. The strings were luminous. It was a joy to hear the brass blend superbly with the winds before the gentle entry of the violins in the Finale’s opening. But there is no point in further listing instances of excellence with a performance so uniformly fine.

The deeper reason for the success of this performance lay not in the exquisite playing, but in the fact that Litton and the NSO caught the sense of the underlying experience of which Tchaikovsky’s music is an expression. That is the highest kind of artistic achievement. If for no other reason than to hear this, anyone in the Washington, D.C. area should make haste to the Kennedy Center for one of the next two performances on Friday afternoon at 1:30 PM or Saturday evening at 8:00 PM.

But there are other reasons to go, which notably include Jennifer Higdon’s new Piano Concerto. Higdon has gained, and earned, a big reputation for her highly colorful and rhythmically vivacious works. She did not disappoint in this première.

I thought it was a slight misstep on Litton’s part to take a microphone and conduct an onstage interview with Higdon before the piece was played. Let the music stand on its own, I say. We shouldn’t need to be told how popular she is, or what was going through her mind when she composed it. That is what the program notes are for. I applaud pre-concert presentations, but during a concert it violates the theatrical “fourth wall” rule to address the audience directly with something other than the music. In any case, we heard it directly from Higdon that “it is important that music communicates.” Amen to that. Unfortunately, however, Litton asked her, as if it mattered, how many notes were in the piano part. Her answer: “19,615.” (Higdon was fortunate that Emperor Joseph II was not present.)


Other Reviews:

Anne Midgette, NSO crowd delights to piano concerto's debut (Washington Post, December 4)

Tim Smith, National Symphony premieres Higdon Piano Concerto on colorful program (Baltimore Sun, December 4)

Andrew Lindemann Malone, Nonstop Ivory-Tinkling (DMV Classical, December 5)
To begin, pianist Yuja Wang announced the immediately attractive and wistfully rhapsodic main theme. Winds entered to play with and around it. Then the brass and strings came in such a big way that the piano was momentarily swamped. Instruments, entire orchestral sections jumped in and out to double up the piano part or to comment on it. Later, the orchestra ganged up for what sounded like the exotic march or heavy tread of a swaggering oriental despot. Wistful yearning of an open-hearted, Coplandesque kind opened the second movement. The movement also offered a taste of the French sensibility heard in some of Higdon’s music, particularly when she keeps the orchestration light. Which, alas, she did not do often in this densely scored piece, which might be the point of criticism with this piano concerto. Amid the orchestral hyperactivity, it was sometimes difficult to tell exactly where you were. Busy is not bad. Martinů was busy. But there is such a thing as being too busy.

Percussion is the word for the third and last movement (and every modern tonal composition, it seems), which started with a dazzling display of wood blocks, tam-tam, brake drum, and other percussion instruments, soon supplemented by pizzicato strings. I have sometimes thought that Higdon’s rhythmic excitement makes her music seem about to jump out of itself, and so it was here. There is, of course, a very playful element in this, and the wonderful interplay between the piano and percussion was fun and jazzy, at a certain point skirting boogie-woogie. Despite the complicated rhythms and percussion the orchestral balance in this movement worked better and made everything easier to hear. The last movement is, in fact, a tour de force and possibly the most successful of the three. In any case, no matter how percussive the music gets or how exotic the orchestration becomes, the beating heart of an American Romantic is never too far below the attractive surface of Higdon’s music.

I should not neglect to mention the delightful curtain raiser from Rimsky Korsakov, which shimmered and chirped with bird sounds; a fine warm up in a splendid concert. Litton, the NSO, Higdon, and Wang created one the finest evenings of the season yet. RRR

Photo of Jennifer Higdon by Candace DiCarlo

This program repeats this afternoon (December 4, 1:30 pm) and tomorrow evening (December 5, 8 pm).

25.9.09

BSO Gets Bloggy with It

Well, it's happened, blogging really must be dead, because the press offices of arts organizations all around the country are courting bloggers as part of their new media outreach. It must be why publicists for performers and recording companies are now asking to meet me for coffee when they come through Washington. Last night, the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra joined the trend, hosting a Bloggers' Night at Meyerhoff Hall before the opening concert of its regular season. Food and drinks were consumed, business cards and URLs were exchanged, and a panel including Anne Midgette of the Washington Post, Tim Smith of the Baltimore Sun, and yours truly spoke about the perils of blogging. It was a very enjoyable evening and will hopefully become an annual tradition.


Time for Three (Nick Kendall, Zach de Pue, and Ranaan Meyer) -- they must be cool
Marin Alsop opened the BSO's series of subscription concerts with another recent work by an American composer. This is the best reason to attend a BSO concert, other than the generally fine playing of this orchestra these days, the chance to hear contemporary music, often for the first time in the area. Philadelphia-based Jennifer Higdon is well on her way to becoming known as the Queen of the Concerto, as we have reviewed or will soon review her concertos for percussion, piano, and violin. (One cannot help but remember Karlheinz Stockhausen's refusal to accept concerto commissions.) For the most part to my ears, Higdon's music has melodic appeal, rhythmic verve, and interesting formal ideas, but with Concerto 4-3, premiered by 2007 and featured by the BSO on this concert, she may have crossed the line into pandering to soloists with specialty music. Higdon conceived the piece for the trio that premiered it and that played it in Baltimore, Time for Three, "a charismatic ensemble with a reputation for limitless enthusiasm and no musical boundaries" (so reads their bio boilerplate) formed by three students from the Curtis Institute in Philadelphia, where Higdon is on the faculty.

The group's shtick is crossover, fiddling around with bluegrass and country-western music, and Higdon went with that, seasoning the piece with a few blue notes, some folksy bends and open 5th drones, some down-home tunes. This harmless piece, uncomfortably close in feel to countless Windham Hill recordings and the film scores of Howard Shore, should be a huge hit on NPR although it was not as awful as Mark O'Connor. For some reason the trio played with amplification, although for the most part Higdon's large orchestra is kept to a minimum of sound while the soloists play. One of the risks for this kind of group dabbling in other music is that you have less time to keep your classical work honed -- I have noted it before and so have other critics. The trio's performance was viscerally exciting, cool and full of flair, but troubled by less than flawless intonation. They apparently played an encore after I left the hall to get an early start on intermission.


Other Reviews:

Tim Smith, BSO opens subscription concerts with fiery Tchaikovsky and crossover concerto by Higdon (Baltimore Sun, September 25)

T. L. Ponick, Higdon's BSO triumph (Washington Times, September 28, 2009)

Joe Banno, The BSO and TF3: Time for Energy (Washington Post, September 28)
Ironically, for someone who generally tires of Tchaikovsky's orchestral music, I found the BSO's performance of the Russian composer's fourth symphony to be the evening's high point. From an ominous intro by the steely Baltimore brass section, to a suave, subtly shaded second theme in the first movement, to the melancholy oboe solo from principal Katherine Needleman that opened the second, it was played superlatively. Alsop's interpretation was, thankfully, the opposite of that heard from Lorin Maazel and the New York Philharmonic last fall, more soft and varied than loud and with rubato applied judiciously rather than slathered on everywhere. The third and fourth movements were on the breathless, almost incoherent side because of Alsop's tendency to push tempi too fast, but it was exciting to hear. Not so much the Brahms's Hungarian Dances that opened the concert, a weird trio of bonbons likely chosen as a parallel example of folk music incorporated into a classical work. They did not serve either of their typical purposes as encore pieces, to give the light-footed feeling of dance or devilish flair, in spite of an over-zealously dinged triangle, which proved a little too much paprika in the Hungarian goulash.

This concert will be repeated tonight (September 25, 8 pm) in Baltimore and tomorrow night (September 26, 8 pm) at Strathmore.

8.6.09

BSO and Hahn Present New Higdon Concerto


Composer Jennifer Higdon (photo by Candace DiCarlo)
The Baltimore Symphony Orchestra brought the penultimate program of its regular season to the Music Center at Strathmore on Saturday night. One of Marin Alsop's most alluring programs of the season came on the heels of the announcement that the BSO was extending the contract with its music director through 2015. It is good news in that Alsop's tenure has already proven a bracing tonic for the BSO, a shot of notoriety that brought national attention to the orchestra's rising profile. On the other hand, for the most part, Alsop's interpretations of the mainstream orchestral repertoire have not measured up to those of either of her immediate predecessors, Yuri Temirkanov and David Zinman. That estimation continued to hold true of two-thirds of this concert, in competent but underwhelming performances of Beethoven and Dvořák.

Beethoven's Egmont Overture opened the evening, a pleasing and vital work that brims with the heroic idealism and tragic fate of the historical Dutch nobleman, as seen through the German Romantic eye of Goethe. Part of the problem comes from the inevitable comparison in my ears to the concert by the Philadelphia Orchestra earlier in the week, where the violin sound was so much more unified and clean. Part of the problem comes from Alsop's gesture, which is forceful and yet not all that clear, at least partially responsible for the deficit of ensemble unity and especially some ragged cutoffs.


Other Articles:

John Clare, Grammys, Schoenberg, Higdon with Hahn (Sequenza 21, February 5)

Laurie Niles, Violinist.com interview with Hilary Hahn (Violinist.com, February 5)

R. James Tobin, Violin Concerto World Premiere (Classical Net, February 6)

Jay Harvey, Something new and wonderful in solo concerto with orchestra (Indianapolis Star, February 7)

Catherine Jones, Vasily Petrenko conducts the RLPO in a programme of Elgar, Gershwin and a UK premiere of Jennifer Higdon’s violin concerto (Liverpool Echo, May 27)

David Fanning, Petrenko / Higdon, at the Philharmonic Hall, Liverpool (The Telegraph, May 29)

[Anonymous], Hilary Hahn steals show at Philharmonic Hall (Liverpool Daily Post, May 29)

Hilary Finch, RLPO/Petrenko at Philharmonic Hall, Liverpool (The Times, June 1)

Geoffrey Himes, From Schoenberg to . . . the Trail of Dead, it's all classical music to Hilary Hahn (Baltimore City Paper, June 3)

Tim Smith, Hilary Hahn is classically cool (Baltimore Sun, June 4)

---, Alsop rock-solid, Hahn shows bravura in violin concerto (Baltimore Sun, June 6)

Anne Midgette, In Multiple Ways, BSO Extends Itself Deftly (Washington Post, June 6)

T. L. Ponick, BSO and Hahn superb together (Washington Times, June 8)

James Reel, Hilary Hahn Plays Higdon (All Things Strings, June 8)
The latest victim in Alsop's more or less backward traversal of the Dvořák symphonies (see previous reviews of the 9th, 8th, 6th) was the fifth symphony. Here again, the lack of crispness in Alsop's beat was worsened by the overall squirminess of her stance at the podium. She excels at expressive gestures, usually involving her entire body, but that physicality seems to reflect her approach to this kind of music, leading to a fairly frenetic interpretation. The first movement had a nice pulse, creating a joyful ebullience, perhaps a notch too fast in tempo choice. Again the playing was not always clean (problems with the flutes in the third movement, for example), but there was plenty of buoyancy and booming edge, especially in the roiling parts of the finale.

No, what Alsop does best and why the BSO is to be commended for holding on to her is her sponsorship of contemporary music. As she showed yet again at the microphone, during a brief introduction to the new violin concerto by Jennifer Higdon, is that she knows how to use her position as an advocate for new music. Higdon's music has proven eminently listenable on several occasions: for example, her choral work O Magnum Mysterium, the brief but bravura Fanfare ritmico, Zaka, the percussion concerto, the concerto for orchestra. The violin concerto is the most impressive work to hit my ears so far, a luscious score of considerable beauty, whose saccharine moments are balanced with the right amount of savory dissonance. Its memorable opening theme juxtaposes high violin notes and glassy harmonics with similarly high sounds from the glockenspiel, harp, and vibraphone (sometimes joined throughout the piece by the soloist's double or mirror image, the concertmaster), creating a sound that called to mind the Banquet Scene from The Tempest by Thomas Adès. The first movement's cadenza featured many complicated chains of parallel sevenths, the focus on certain intervals (unisons, sevenths, seconds, sixths) in the movement being determined by (or reflected in) its title, 1726, the address of the Curtis Institute of Music on Locust St. in Philadelphia.

Higdon and soloist Hilary Hahn met at Curtis, when Hahn took a course in 20th-century music from the composer (more on the history of the piece in Hahn's YouTube interview with Higdon -- you can also follow Hahn's online journal and her violin case's Twitterfeed). The young Baltimore-raised violinist returned home once again to perform the new concerto composed for her, and she has grown into the work quite nicely, playing from memory and making many nice sounds. Still, there was a sense that Higdon's concerto may be a little too large for Hahn, who is known more for her exquisite phrasing and subtlety than for blistering bravura tone. Hahn herself has acknowledged that Higdon "pushes the instrument a little," and her tone in the second movement -- Chaconni, an unwinding of several skeins of tone, although a short repeating harmonic pattern was difficult to pick out -- was somewhat brittle and waffling, warping out of tune especially while straining on the E string. The third movement, a dance-like exploration of shifting meters opened by brass and tubular bell strikes, went a little too close to a Mark O'Connor hoedown at times. Hahn may not end up being the best interpreter of this concerto, but these ears at least look forward to hearing it again (Deutsche Grammophon will release a recording).

While the National Symphony Orchestra is on tour in China and South Korea, the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra concludes its regular season this week with a concert featuring Yefim Bronfman playing Rachmaninov's third piano concerto and orchestral selections from the Ring Cycle (June 11 at Strathmore, June 12 to 14 in Baltimore).

22.12.08

Lonely Christmas with City Choir of Washington

This review is an Ionarts exclusive.

When Robert Shafer was forced out of his position as director of the Washington Chorus (formerly the Oratorio Society of Washington), he did not just go away quietly. As happens when a colony of honeybees births a new queen, Shafer took a small swarm of singers and formed a new hive, the City Choir of Washington. Having finally made it to one of the group's concerts on Friday night, at Northern Virginia Community College's Rachel M. Schlesinger Concert Hall, I am tempted to demand that the group change its name to the Suburban Choir of Alexandria (just as the football team that used to play here in Washington should change its name to the Landover Redskins), but CCW is coming back into the city for their spring concert. As Shafer noted during his extensive commentary on the program, complimentary parking in the Schlesinger Center's garage sure beats paying $17 at the Kennedy Center.

Scaling down from the 250 voices of Washington Chorus to just under a hundred, Shafer immediately began programming the most interesting seasons of any of the big choral groups in Washington: Handel's Solomon and Israel in Egypt; Monteverdi's 1610 Vespers. Shafer may not have caved to the pressure and programmed yet another Messiah -- at least not this year -- but he did opt for a rather unadventurous "Music for Christmas" concert this month. In an ominous sign of these financially precarious times, hordes of conventionally minded concert-goers did not buy tickets, making Friday night's audience fairly sparse. Given the likelihood of some contraction in Washington's classical music world, especially the heavily overpopulated ranks of large volunteer choruses, over the next year or two, CCW may be in for some rough water ahead.

Considering the size and non-professional nature of this chorus, they are capable of making beautiful and even rarefied sounds, as in the more unusual selections on this mixed program. There were two welcome Monteverdi selections, the dance-like Beatus vir (not really for Christmas, but with lovely singing from paired sopranos Robin Smith and Kelly Tice) and Pulchra es from the 1610 Vespers (again, not really for Christmas). In dulci jubilo showed the ingenuity of Samuel Scheidt (who, in fact, did not travel to Venice, as Shafer claimed in his commentary, but was certainly aware of the Venetian style) in adapting a German tune, with sparkling interplay from two trumpeters.

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J. Higdon, O Magnum Mysterium (inter alia), Handel and Haydn Society (2005)
The main reason to drag myself out to northern Virginia was to hear the local premiere of Jennifer Higdon's O Magnum Mysterium, a fairly simple but alluring setting of the traditional Latin text, with English translation mixed in. It featured sounds of "glass harmonica," really just a few water-filled glasses tuned to an open fifth, providing an atmospheric but often inaudible background drone. The pick-up orchestra, who played well elsewhere the concert (including in a somewhat vanilla rendition of one of Michel de Lalande's Symphonies de Noëls), here featured its two flutists riffing in and out of the planing choral textures, which build up plangent dissonances from plain beginnings over the course of time. Did this make up for the overlong carol singalongs (one does not need to sing all the verses, except in church) and -- God help us -- a Hallelujah Chorus in which the audience was asked, unprepared, to stand and sing along? Probably not.

The only concert remaining in the City Choir of Washington's season will combine performances of Haydn's Lord Nelson Mass, Shafer's Lux Aeterna, and the Duruflé Requiem (April 19, 2009), at National Presbyterian Church.

18.5.07

NSO, Higdon, and Lang Lang

Thursday evening’s concert by the National Symphony Orchestra began with the Second Romanian Rhapsody of Enescu. This straightforward work offered neo-folk tunes with ever-changing orchestration. While enjoying the lush string sound of the NSO, one missed any sort of progressive harmony in this young work, written in the composer’s early twenties.

City Scape, by Jennifer Higdon, was next on the program as a replacement for premiere of Higdon's new piano concerto, which was canceled a few months back due to artistic issues between the composer and Lang Lang. While the NSO is still committed to premiering the concerto, one wonders if Lang Lang will indeed be the soloist.

In three movements and commissioned by the Atlanta Symphony in 2002, City Scape, according to Higdon, “is a metropolitan sound picture written in orchestral tones” about Atlanta, her hometown. The opening movement, titled Skyline, begins with bustling activity. The new American value that “being busier is better” is heard in the sense of commotion. This is a fitting sonic description of Atlanta, a relatively new American city that is now facing congestion issues – see Nick Paumgarten's recent article (There and Back Again, April 16) in The New Yorker.

River sings a song to trees is supposed to represent streams, creeks, and rivers giving life to urban parks. This movement offers solos to many of the instruments and has many modulations. Higdon’s work always succeeds in obtaining a wide sound from the orchestra that fills the room with color. Nevertheless, when the music builds and darkens, it became difficult to imagine a river not being compromised by trash, sewage, and industrial waste as it passes through an urban area. Peachtree Street, the final movement, returns to hustle and bustle and contains a short fugue based on a very fast theme. One wonders if there was a reason to program the Enescu and Higdon one after the other - perhaps to contrast traditional and what is now modern folk music.

Other Reviews:

Robert Battey, From NSO, the Energy of a 'City' (Washington Post, May 18)
Performed just last fall by the NSO, the Tchaikovsky first piano concerto was again programmed. Lang Lang, with his tux jacket always buttoned, shirt always untucked, and tame hair (at least compared to recent promotional photos) was overpowered by the orchestra for most of the first movement. The motivic lines in the opening chords that accompany the orchestra were not voiced, nor would they have been present enough in the room to hear. His first runs of octaves were also weak in tone. Fortunately, the balance between soloist and orchestra improved markedly as the work progressed, as did Lang’s power. Lang was very sensitive when doubling the melody with oboe and flute soloists or accompanying the solo cello, and the long trills of the first movement cadenza fluttered. The machine-gun-like octaves (full of power now) slowed for nothing, begging one to wonder if that approach is indeed Romantic in style. Overall, when compared to what the premiere of the Higdon Piano Concerto could have been, this performance was more like the daily commute – lacking the sense of discovery that a new commission brings for both audience and musicians alike.

25.1.07

Strange Imaginary Animals

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Strange Imaginary Animals (new music by Higdon, Fitzell, Mackey, Gordon, DeSantis), eighth blackbird (released on November 28, 2006)
A post on Monotonous Forest first got me interested in the latest release from new music ensemble eighth blackbird. Strange Imaginary Animals brings together five world premiere recordings of pieces from the last half-decade, plus one golden oldie, Steven Mackey's Indigenous Instruments, which is so 1989. The ensemble's new flutist, Tim Munro, has been writing a fascinating blog, thirteen ways, about the experience of being eighth blackbird. He is the group's first new member in some 10 years. This recording features the work of his predecessor, flutist Molly Alicia Barth.

The playing here is vivid and exciting, and most of the repertoire is worth the energy expended by eighth blackbird (see the group at work in these videos). Jennifer Higdon's Zaka is an edgy, rhythmic 12:50, with raw, percussive flute aspirations and prepared piano sounds. In several sections of differing styles, the piece held my attention over extended listening. My favorite piece here is Steven Mackey's Indigenous Instruments, the older piece re-examined. The composer's program notes describe the work as "vernacular music from a culture that doesn’t actually exist." Mackey's method was a sort of Dada collage of found sounds reimagined, leading him toward microtonal dissonance (the instruments are all mistuned or otherwise prepared) with Stravinsky-esque rhythmic shifts. The bends, whistling sounds, and Doppler effects (like sirens bleating) can make you a little seasick, the disorientation of a foreign land.

Other Reviews:

Steve Hicken (Sequenza 21)
Another excellent discovery was Friction Systems by David M. Gordon, composed in 2002 and revised in 2005. Dissonant, rhythmically free solos grind against a sort of rhythmic ostinato, on the high keys of the piano and in the percussion. Least immediately appealing were the two pieces by Gordon Fitzell. The opening of violence (2001) is dominated by non-pitch sounds (blowing through instruments, keypad clicking, scratching on strings), meant to evoke the title concept. The more recent evanescence (2006) -- Fitzell has a thing for no capital letters -- refers often, it seems to me, to the synthesized and musique concrète sounds of Edgard Varèse's Poème électronique, especially the fascination with gongs. Some sounds may be outright quotations, but it's hard to tell.

For the final track, strange imaginary remix, Dennis DeSantis put together a house music sort of remix of the preceding five pieces, over a dance beat. Now that I am done reviewing this CD, I will probably delete this track from my MP3 player for good. Still, this CD has been rewarding listening many times. However, I do not recommend it for late at night. When I fell asleep with it on my MP3 player one night, I had very disturbing dreams. It could very easily be the soundtrack of one's nightmares.

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To catch eighth blackbird live in concert, Washingtonians will have to try to attend the concert scheduled for February 21, as part of the group's residency at the University of Richmond.

4.12.06

Left Bank Octet

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October 20, 2004
Ionarts has been following the Left Bank Concert Society since the group was formed in 2004 by members of the Theater Chamber Players, and their mission to bring chamber music, especially modern repertory, to new audiences is laudable. Most of the group's members (all but second violinist Sally McLain) are teacher-performers on the faculty of the University of Maryland, and they sometimes perform with their best students. On Saturday night in the Kennedy Center's Terrace Theater, the Left Bank String Quartet shared the stage with a young string quartet called the Dionysian Quartet, made up of students from the U. of Maryland. As another way to reach out to younger audiences, the group offers free admission to students under 18 and $7 tickets to students 18 and older, and I hope that more young people will take advantage of the opportunity at future concerts.

There was a good reason to attend this concert, the chance to hear a live performance of Mendelssohn's Octet in E-Flat Major, op. 20. It is a piece that you are more likely to hear in an academic setting or played informally at a party of string players. (In an anecdote related by Peter Schickele, at a performance of the Octet in Itzhak Perlman's home where there were only seven music stands, David Finckel placed his music in another player's suspenders and sat behind him.) Mendelssohn was only 16 years old when he composed the Octet, and the mind boggles at the young man's compositional maturity. The piece combines the fruits of a fecund melodic genius with an advanced understanding of the forms of the sonata, enlightened by a daring willingness to stretch them in new directions. The lead-up to the recapitulation in the first movement is so protracted that the tension Mendelssohn creates with repeated false starts is both humorous, as the players exchange knowing glances, and desperate, not unlike trying to find one's way out of a maze. The famous third movement, based on a passage from Goethe's Faust, is a brilliant evocation of a landscape buzzing hazily with insects.

The spirit of generational combination was embodied by the programming of the first half, a series of more recent pieces for various combinations of two string quartets. Jennifer Higdon's two attempts at writing for string octet, the slow, gentle Quiet Art (2006) and the tango-like To the Point (2004/06), were pretty but a little empty. The remaining three pieces were for the octet instruments grouped by type, each by a composer who played the instrument in question. Violinist turned composer Grażyna Bacewicz's Quartetto per 4 violini (1949) was a rare and often interesting exploration of that unusual grouping. Her style is more tonal than not, with dissonance sometimes employed for effect. The outer fast movements were more effective than the somewhat drab slow movement.

Least pleasing was a work for two cellos, commissioned by the Left Bank Concert Society from cellist-composer Paul Brantley. The work is probably of extremely recent vintage, since even the Kennedy Center Web site's page for the concert identified it only as "A New Commissioned Work for Two Cellos." Now given the title Mandorla, in tempore belli, the piece has some interesting ideas but sounded not quite fully digested. Certainly it was overshadowed by what came before it, an editorial realization of a movement for two violas by violist-composer Frank Bridge, the most important of Benjamin Britten's teachers. Written for himself and fellow violist Lionel Tertis to play in 1912, the score was lost, but musicologist Paul Hindmarsh has made a version from a detailed sketch of the work, which he calls (without any real justification) Lament for Two Violas. Just how many works in the Bridge corpus are at least part Hindmarsh, anyway? This somber work, structured mostly around an antiphonal dialogue between the two violas, received the finest performance of the first half, by Prof. Katherine Murdock and violin student Gray Dickerson, recently transplanted to viola.

One could imagine a more perfect performance in the details, not surprising considering the players involved, but this concert had all one could hope for in terms of inventive programming. Bravo to the Left Bank Concert Society for bringing this music to their students and giving us the chance to sit in and listen.

The Left Bank Concert Society's next concert, Divas, Tempestuous and Divine, will take place in the Terrace Theater on February 10, 2007, at 7:30 pm.

30.11.05

To the Beat of a New, Similar Drum

Jennifer HigdonPhiladelphia-based composer Jennifer Higdon’s brand-new Percussion Concerto (it was premiered on November 25th in Philadelphia) rose slowly to life under the hands of soloist Colin Currie. Amplified new-agey marimba sounds wafted about until the orchestra ripped through the calm with tortured strength. With that raucous orchestral backup (Ms. Higdon says “meaty,” I say “thumping”… if not necessarily in a bad way), Mr. Currie moved from one percussion station to the next. From right to left he took his excess energy out on a vibraphone, marimba, a collection of wood blocks and cowbells, and a drum kit as you’d expect it in a rock concert. While he gets to use these toys up front, the hyperactive Philadelphia Orchestra’s percussion section under their Maestro Christoph Eschenbach, too, got in on the action. The rumbling, rambling finale of this one-movement concerto ended with a marimba/piano-driven race preceding Colin Currie’s free-wheeling cadenza on the drum kit. Perhaps it is unfair to judge the work upon one hearing alone… but that alone says something about the quality of the work. I have heard music of Higdon’s - a friend of Marin Alsop's - on recordings that I liked much better – although the very enthusiastic audience reaction in the Kennedy Center’s Concert Hall suggested great (initial) popularity. That the composer was present in the audience may have helped a little for such a reception, too.

Following the concerto – it seemed half an hour long, but I take it that it was only a twenty-minute work – was one of the trustiest workhorses in the repertoire, Beethoven’s Eroica. Like two lashed slaps in the face of the audience Eschenbach placed the two pillars at the third symphony’s entrance that lead unto the path of the Romantic symphony as we know it. It was one of the few moments that I thought stood out as particularly novel or exciting in a performance that was more pleasing than anything else. Like his predecessor (one of the greatest and least noticeable maestros) Wolfgang Sawallisch, I don’t suppose that the former conductor of the Houston SO approaches Beethoven with a particular agenda. That is neither good nor bad in itself. Trying to make Beethoven sound new or ‘different’ can be great (Zinman, Gardiner, Harnoncourt, and in a very different and old-fashioned way, Barenboim) – but can just as easily become a painful miscalculation.

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Emily Cary, Higdon's percussive premiere (The Examiner, November 23)
Even if we shall never hear the true radicalism of the Eroica, simply because we cannot unmake the cumulative experiences of the last 200 years, the symphony has so much to offer from its music alone (simple as the underlying motives are) that just playing it extraordinarily well will make for a great experience. Fortunately and expectedly, the Philadelphia Orchestra did play well and the mix between aggressively energetic and old-fashioned European with full forces and a gravitas-laden Marcia funebre that one could actually have walked along the coffin without stumbling was just fine, too. The arrangement saw antiphonal violins and placed the cellos center-left, but how much that seating yielded in better differentiation in the Concert Hall was difficult to tell. The brass generally disappointed, either with timid sound in soft passages or lack of suave in the more forceful moments, but the string section played with energy and dedication that was visibly and audibly admirable. The program was presented by WPAS. I don't need to mention anything about speeches today - another, more prominent critic has already done that for me.

26.7.05

Alsop and the BSO III

This is the third (and presumably last) article discussing the appointment of Marin Alsop as Music Director of the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. Previous opinions can be found here and here.

Marin Alsop
Marin Alsop
Marin Alsop, as we know now, will be the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra’s Music Director Designate in the 2006-07 season and then the Music Director from 2007-08 to 2009-10. Lacking divination, we won’t know what those years will bring exactly, but that can’t keep us from speculating wildly.

There are enough positives about Alsop that even those who regard her critically might find reason for hope. Ironically, one of those great strengths – her devotion and particular ability with 20th-century and contemporary repertoire – may not even appeal to the musically more conservative circles that so urgently wanted her to lead the BSO. (So urgently, indeed, that they did not mind ruffling many feathers among the BSO’s presumably most important employees, the musicians.) Ionarts, however, should be very excited about that particular aspect of Ms. Alsop’s tenure to come. While Philip Glass, Steve Reich, Ellen Taaffe Zwillich, Joan Towers, Jennifer Higdon, Christopher Rouse, and John Adams are hardly hard-core modernist fare among contemporary and recent classical music, it’s still choice repertoire that has been neglected in the region, despite Leonard Slatkin’s worthy and admirable efforts. Since I have decried the BSO’s conservative programming of romantic stalwarts under Yuri Temirkanov on a few occasions, I ought to hail the naming of a conductor as MD that excels in the above named composers and has her baton-holding hand very much on the beating pulse of music. (Not coincidentally she will conduct Rouse and Corigliano performances with the BSO in 2006.) I can only hope that she will bring the enthusiasm, communicativeness, and ingenuity of a David Zinman to the BSO.

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Philip Glass, Symphony Nos. 2 and 3, M. Alsop / BmthSO
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J. Adams, Shaker Loops, M. Alsop / BmthSO
If you are interested in dipping your ears in some of that which might be to come, try two particular recordings of Maestra Alsop. Her recording of Philip Glass’s 2nd and 3rd symphonies is a must-have, anyway. Those two works are among the most enjoyable works of Glass, especially for those who have reservations about too much minimalism à la Einstein on the Beach. Superior to symphonies nos. 5 and 8 (the other ones either available on record or recently heard live), they are at least as well recorded and played as the Nonesuch recordings under the estimable Dennis Russell Davies. They may lack the attractive couplings, but on one disc at eight dollars as opposed to two discs at $17 each, it is a steal.

The other record I particularly recommend is the John Adams Shaker Loops disc with “Short Ride in a Fast Machine,” “The Wound-Dresser,” and “Berceuse Elégiaque.” Also on Naxos, playing and interpretation are exemplary. I’ll be sure to listen to those recordings whenever my gripes about her nomination threaten to take over. Hopefully Marin Alsop won’t swear off that repertoire, though, given that she has recently expressed her displeasure with the automatic association of her with contemporary American repertoire. In the San Francisco Chronicle (August 5th, 2004) she told Joshua Kosman that she is “trying to get away from the American Stigma,” relating how her European career (Bournemouth, mostly) and her recording projects (Brahms with the London Philharmonic Orchestra) were “steeped in the standard repertoire.”

It is that standard repertoire that I have my doubts about with Ms. Alsop. Her recording of the Brahms 1st Symphony I thought to be nothing special, to say the least (though it got some favorable reviews in the press) – and her Brahms 3rd at the Strathmore recently was less inspiring, still. To be fair though: one really ought to ask Bournemouth audiences to get a better picture of her way with such works. Everyone can produce lackluster Brahms. Bernhard Haitink, for example, just finished a distinctively indistinctive Brahms cycle with the LSO, and no one would dare question Maestro Haitink’s abilities re: Brahms or any other “standard repertoire” composer. (Nor would it keep me from dancing on the table – as I promise I would/will – if Haitink were to be nominated a conductor in the region!)

Recording prolifically has raised Marin Alsop’s profile considerably, and we can hope that she might continue that with the BSO, who could use the challenge. Unfortunately, that may remain a hope elusive given the self-defeating and (quite frankly) insane restrictions and powers that the unions in U.S. orchestras impose and wield. Only if the BSO moved outside the union restrictions for the purpose of recording – like the Philadelphia Orchestra had to in order to sign a contract with Ondine – might there be a chance to profit from Ms. Alsop’s recording activities. (The unions still hold enough power, as any Philadelphia Orchestra member can tell you. Just recently the union rep. successfully managed to torpedo a patch-up session for Mahler that the PhilO had recorded on their Asia tour, because it was likely to go beyond the session limits by 15 to 30 minutes.)

If you add to Marin Alsop’s record with new music and her recording success two more crucial elements that work in her favor, it becomes clear why the board shoved its MD pick down the musicians’ throat: she’s undoubtedly a media darling – not the least because she’s a female in the last bastion of a rampantly chauvinistic and patriarchic profession. This might well translate into favorable and extensive media coverage and particularly more, new sponsors and donors for the needy (very needy) BSO. Also: the maestra is inexpensive. Word has it that she will take in less than half a million US dollars per year – a basement bargain for a renowned conductor… and somewhere between half and a quarter of what Temirkanov costs the BSO. To whatever extent it is also a statement about her rank among conductors – glass ceiling or not – is difficult to tell.

Marin Alsop
Marin Alsop
What remains most important about a conductor is his or her ability to bring an orchestra to the next level. The BSO, for all its quality, has plenty of room for improvement. Is Ms. Alsop the conductor who can do that? I have my doubts. Not only is the move from Mr. Temirkanov – and I am no enthusiastic fan of his, either – to Ms. Alsop not a step up, I simply can’t see in her the drill-master that the BSO needs to reach those new and higher planes. (Lorin Maazel, for example, could be the type that would ensure pristine playing and no missed entries ever again… even if he isn’t always the most inspiring of conductors. Coincidentally Maazel has some experience with players of an orchestra not taking to his appointment very kindly when he started out in Cleveland.)

The orchestra certainly does not think she is what they need – as evidenced in their substantial disagreement with the board’s decision to name Alsop the MD. That disagreement itself should be the main worry. Starting a tenure with that many players less than enthused about their new leader might doom the all-important relationship between orchestra and conductor. In an interview on NPR’s Performance Today on Friday, Marin Alsop said that she had thought about not taking the position given the dissent among the ranks. Which begs the question: what made her decide to take it, after all? Did she, after pausing for a moment, think: “Ah, f*$# the musicians?” (It’s hardly her style, but the thought occurs.) It’s particularly puzzling since the BSO’s was certainly not the only offer from a major US orchestra likely to come Ms. Alsop’s way over the next few years. I suspect she figures that she is able to mend fences sufficiently by 2006. (If her moving speech to the orchestra ahead of the official press conference is anything to go by, she may well be right!)

Another worry I have, meanwhile, is that what (not only) I consider her strength – aforementioned way with conservative modern American classical music which could do so much to ‘Americanize’ the classical music tradition and experience here – may not be played out to its full potential. The BSO seems comfortable in the Romantic (and less challenging, less novel) repertoire that has been a Temirkanov hallmark. The approach may have worked, too, as the BSO seems to be gaining audience members out of the stock of (former) NSO patrons that occasionally refuse to go along with Mr. Slatkin’s more imaginative and sophisticated (all my very subjective opinion, of course) programming. Not that I mind a Bruckner 9th, Mahler 2nd, and Schostakovich 1st symphony (all of which the BSO will serve up next season… especially the DSCH should be a hoot with the acoustics of the Strathmore – Tip: Get tickets all the way up on the upper tier for a stomach-tickling rumble!). But even the tiniest bit of Carter, Wuorinen, Salonen, Henze, Berio, et al. would be great for orientation in the world of (near) living classical music.

David Zinman
David Zinman
As it is, audiences can hope for the best and the players can start getting over their rightful frustrations. Meanwhile we can start delicious speculations about whom the NSO might appoint as a successor to Leonard Slatkin. Last season has converted me from a Slatkin-doubter to a Slatkin-near-enthusiast. I dare say it’s a shame he will leave… and despite reports that say otherwise (Washington Post), it is my understanding that the players of the NSO actually would not mind if he stayed, too. (We hear that opinions that suggested that the players dislike Slatkin had been prominent in direct relation to their isolated nature.) But leave he will – and it will take a foremost conductor to fill his shoes, much less signify a step up. The NSO’s board promises to shy no expenses to get only the best. Unfortunately, there is a caveat, namely: “…that can be gotten.” Most of the great conductors that would fit the NSO are not on the market or seem unlikely to take the job. If we focus on English-speaking conductors reasonably familiar with the U.S. cultural scene, the two foremost figures – Esa Pekka Salonen and Michael Tilson Thomas – are not going to switch coasts. A Simon Rattle could not be lured away from Berlin shy of a ticket to Paradise. Maazel is a bit old and wants to compose more, but would be very good for the NSO. David Zinman may not be a distinctive move up ‘on paper’, but would in many ways be my ideal. Ricardo Muti I can just imagine to say: “Washingtone is - a – how do you say… beneath-a me.” Another great catch might be James Conlon, a conductor who happens to be a champion of one of my favorite composers, Zemlinsky… so I am biased right there. Dennis Russell Davies and Hugh Wolff would fit part of the profile, but aren’t the big names that would necessarily scream “best of the best.” Roberto Abbado doesn’t seem too popular among the players here – and Stéphane Denève, whom Tim Page mentioned as a possible successor, allegedly behaved in such ways during rehearsals that won’t see him reengaged in Washington for some time to come. (Unlike in Baltimore, the players’ representation on the board of the NSO – also a third – can, like any other third, veto the respective other two thirds.) All this is idle speculation of course – but it’s great fun. Like speculating on NBA trades during off-season or whether Real Madrid is sacking Beckham for Ballack. As regards the BSO, we’ll prepare for Alsop (listen to those CDs!) and at the Kennedy Center we’ll hopefully enjoy Slatkin surpassing himself again and again in two more seasons with the NSO.

UPDATE:
Marin Alsop recollects (Women's work: Conductor of an orchestra, August 3) her rise to the podium of the BSO for BBC News in Great Britain, where she is conducting the Bournemouth Symphony at the Proms.—CTD