Category: Dance

Meeting Gian Carlo Menotti

Above: Gian Carlo Menotti

A day at work in the opera room at Tower Records could veer, in the twinkling of an eye, from the accustomed drudgery of a job in retail to memorable encounters with artists from the world of classical music and dance.

Over the nine years that I worked in that now-forgotten space, it sometimes felt like the center of the world. Singers – from Juilliard hopefuls to retired divas – came in on a daily basis. Conductors (Ehrling, Levine, and Conlon, among others) and designers (Ming Cho Lee was a lovely regular), and even famous fans (Mayor Giuliani – hate him if you want, but he was a true opera-lover…), all made their way to 66th and Broadway.

One day in November of 2001, a very elegantly dressed older gentlemen stepped into my small domain. It took me only a moment to recognize Gian Carlo Menotti. Mr. Menotti was in New York City for events surrounding the 50th anniversary of his “TV opera”, AMAHL AND THE NIGHT VISITORS; but he did not mention that at all in the course of our chat. He was wearing a light grey suit, immaculately tailored, and his noble posture was that of a much younger man (he was 90, I believe, at the time). His Old World manners and the delightful cordiality of his speaking voice put me at ease.

Above: Roberta Peters as Kitty in Mr. Menotti’s opera THE LAST SAVAGE

We talked, surprisingly enough, about his comic opera THE LAST SAVAGE, which had had its US premiere at the Old Met in 1964. I mentioned that I would love to see the opera performed again, and he smiled and said: “You remember the music, then? Which parts did you most enjoy?” (I think he doubted that I could actually recall anything specific from the piece.)

Since the voices of George London, Roberta Peters, Nicolai Gedda, and Teresa Stratas are indelibly linked in my mind to their arias from THE LAST SAVAGE, I began to ‘sing’ little snatches for him. By the time I got to Kitty’s line, “Let me explain to you the how and the why: no anthropologist is braver than I!”, he was smiling. “Oh…wonderful! You must tell the people at The Met to revive it!”

Mr. Menotti found the recording he’d been looking for; we shook hands and bowed to one another as he departed.

Gian Carlo Menotti was the lover and domestic partner of Samuel Barber, a relationship that was sustained for forty years. Above, a photo from 1936 shows what a handsome couple they were.

In 2007, I read of Mr. Menotti’s death at Monte Carlo. Although there was a place reserved for him next to Samuel Barber’s grave at West Chester, Pennsylvania, Menotti was buried in Gifford, East Lothian, Scotland, beneath the simplest of stone markers:

If AMAHL is probably Menotti’s most widely-known opera, and if THE LAST SAVAGE still sings in my mind, it’s with Magda’s aria “To this we’ve come...” from THE CONSUL that the composer made his most enduring statement. Desperate to get a visa so that her husband can escape persecution by the secret police, Madga Sorel fights a losing battle against bureaucratic indifference to her plight.

Watch Patricia Neway’s incredible performance of this scene here.

Magda’s aria opens with these chillingly timely lines:

“To this we’ve come:
that men withhold the world from men.
No ship nor shore for him who drowns at sea.
No home nor grave for him who dies on land.
To this we’ve come:
that man be born a stranger upon God’s earth,
that he be chosen without a chance for choice,
that he be hunted without the hope of refuge.
To this we’ve come.

And you, you too shall weep!”

~ Oberon

July 11, 2019
Die Meistersinger von Hamburg ~ 1970

Above: Giorgio Tozzi as Hans Sachs and Richard Cassilly as Walther von Stoltzing

Author: Oberon

I plucked a DVD of Wagner’s Die Meistersinger off the shelf at the Library of the Performing Arts; it was described as a “studio production from the Hamburg State Opera, 1970”. I had no idea what to expect, but I ended up really loving it.

Purists will kvetch over the fact that about 25 minutes of music has been cut, including parts of David’s long monolog in Act I and the Apprentices Dance in Act III. The cuts were apparently made so as to conform to the four hours allotted for a television presentation. Since the David is very fine, and since the overall performance is excellent, it’s too bad that the cuts had to be made. They did not, however, affect my great enjoyment of the performance.

Sets are ‘suggested’ rather than built. The opera is fully staged, in appropriate costumes; the singers appear to be lip-syncing to a pre-made recording, and they all do a splendid job of it…so good, in fact, that you can’t really tell.

Leopold Ludwig leads a stylish reading of the overture; throughout the performance, he sets perfect tempi and ideally balances the comedy and chaos against the intimacy, passion, and humanity that pervade this marvelous opera.

The filming makes us part of the action. In Act I, the lively apprentices tease David whilst setting up for the meeting of the Masters: we are part of their work and their play. The apprentices, by the way, are a handsome bunch of boys, each with his own personality. In live performances, petite women from the chorus are sometimes pressed into service in this ensemble group, so as to sing the higher-lying phrases. Here, the boys seem to tackle those lines in falsetto.

Once the masters have convened, we are right in the thick of their debates: the camera sweeps and zooms in as opinions are expressed and reactions are caught on film. An expert bunch of singing-actors, we get a vivid feeling of each Master as an individual. And later, we even go inside the Marker’s curtained booth as Walther von Stoltzing sings his heart out in his trial song…to no avail.

The conversations, comings and goings, furtive lovers’ meetings, and Beckmesser’s silly serenade (mistaking ‘Lene for Eva) in Act II lead up to a convincingly bumptious “riot”. In Act III, the intimate scene of Sachs urging Stolzing onward in the composing of the “Prize Song”, and of Beckmesser’s pilfering of said song, and of the blessèd joy of the great quintet, gives way to the meadow on St. John’s Day – a vast space with only a gallery for the Masters, a chair for Eva, and the platform from which the “Prize Song” becomes an immortal melody. The triumph of true love is celebrated by all.

The cast is superb in every regard. Each singer has the measure of his or her role, both vocally and in characterization. There’s little in terms of theatricality to come between us and these folks as real townspeople, and the story unfolds with complete naturalness.

Giorgio Tozzi is for me simply a perfect Hans Sachs; he was, in fact, the very first singer I saw in this role at The Met in 1968. More than that, Tozzi played a huge part in my developing passion for opera: the first basso voice I came to love, his arias from NABUCCO and SIMON BOCCANEGRA were on the first operatic LP set I every acquired; he was Don Giovanni in the first opera I attended at the (Old) Met, and later he was my first Daland and Jacopo Fiesco. I saw Tozzi onstage for the last time as Oroveso in NORMA at Hartford, CT, in 1978; he was so vivid as the almost deranged high priest of the Druids.

Here in this MEISTERSINGER film, Tozzi (above) is everything I want in a Sachs: vocally at ease in every aspect of the wide-ranging music, his singing warm, his portrayal so human and so rich in detail. His two monologs (Flieder– and Wahn-) are beautifully sung and deeply felt, and his impassioned final address to the citizens of Nuremberg – a warning against the intrusion of foreign powers on their daily lives – rings true today. It is so pleasing to have Tozzi’s magnificent Sachs preserved for the ages.

Arlene Saunders (above, as Eva) is another singer to whom I feel a strong attachment, as well as a sense of gratitude: over a span of time, I saw Ms. Saunders singing four vastly different roles, making a memorable impression in each. First was her Anne Trulove when the Hamburg Opera brought THE RAKE’S PROGRESS came to The Met in 1967; Ms. Saunders’ pealing lyricism in her aria and ‘cabaletta‘ left such a lovely impression. Later, she was a surprisingly thrilling Minnie in FANCIULLA DEL WEST at New York City Opera, a movingly vulnerable and hopeful Elsa in LOHENGRIN at Hartford’s Bushnell Auditorium, and strikingly beautiful, touching, and wonderfully-sung Marschallin at Boston.

In this Hamburg MEISTERSINGER, we first see Saunders’ adorable face looking up from her prayer-book in church, secretly thrilled by the attention of the tall knight who is captivated by her. From there to the end, Ms. Saunders endears and charms us in every moment of the role of Eva.

Richard Cassilly (above, with Ms. Saunders as Eva) is an imposing and big-voiced Stolzing; he towers over his beloved Ev’chen, and indeed over most everyone in the film. Often seeming stiff and dour, the tenor blossoms into smiles whenever Eva is near. The knight’s pride, insecurity, and hopefulness are all expressed in Mr. Cassilly’s acting; as to his singing, it is big, warm, and winning. The scene of the ‘birth’ of the “Prize Song” – and of Eva’s hearing it for the first time – is very moving to an old romantic like myself.

Toni Blankenheim (above, with Giorgio Tozzi as Sachs at the end of Act I) scores in one of his greatest roles, Beckmesser. In the hands of such an imaginative singing-actor, this annoyingly vain character finally moves us in Blankenheim’s portrayal of his defeat. The baritone also convinces us that he is actually playing the lute. (There is apparently a similar filmed production from Hamburg of Berg’s WOZZECK with Blankenheim in the title-role and Sena Jurinac as Marie; I want to see it!)

Above: Gerhard Unger and Ursula Boese as David and Magdalene

Petite of build, tenor Gerhard Unger with his boyish face does not seem out of place among the apprentices. Unger is a first-rate, “voicey” character singer and an impetuous actor. As his slightly older betrothed, Magdalene, Ursula Boese is wise and warm-hearted whilst also being a sly conspirator in getting everything to go well for Eva and Stolzing. Both Unger and Boese sing very well indeed.

Basso Ernst Wiemann (above) sang nearly 75 performances at The Met from 1961 to 1969, including the roles of Fafner, Hunding, Hagen, the Commendatore, Rocco, King Henry, and Daland in broadcasts of these operas that I was hearing for the very first time. As Pogner in this film of MEISTERSINGER, Wiemann displays his ample, seasoned basso tones in a warmly paternal portrayal.

The one singer in a major role with whom I was totally unfamiliar is Hans-Otto Kloose (above), who plays an upbeat, gregarious Kothner. In both his portrayal and his singing, Mr. Kloose excels. He was a beloved member of the Hamburg State Opera ensemble for thirty years, starting in 1960, giving more than 1,800 performances with the Company. For all that, I cannot seem to find other samples of his singing.

The Meistersingers include both veterans and jünglings: among the latter, Franz Grundheber is an extremely handsome Hermann Ortel. As a final link among the singers in this film to some of my earliest operatic memories, Vladimir Ruzdak, who sang Valentin in my first FAUST at the Old Met, appears here as a baritonal Nightwatchman.

“All’s well as ends better,” as they say in The Shire. Sachs is crowned with a laurel wreath by Eva at the feast of St. John’s Day in Olde Nürnberg.

~ Oberon

June 23, 2019
Amanda Selwyn’s CROSSROADS @ NY Live Arts

~ Author: Oberon

Thursday June 20th, 2019 – Having seen three rehearsals of Amanda Selwyn’s CROSSROADS at various stages of its development, tonight I experienced the finished work in its premiere performance at New York Live Arts.

The process began during wintertime rehearsals: brief movement motifs were introduced by each of the individual dancers. Over time, these were developed and woven into the choreographic tapestry. The dancing is set on a musical soundscape that veers from driven to meditative; the sets, costumes, and props give the piece an eye-opening visual framework, and expert lighting by Dan Ozminkowski is the crowning touch.

In the months between concept and performance, there were some changes in the roster of performers; but Amanda ended up with a cast of brilliant and distinctive dancers whose commitment and flair kept the audience thoroughly engaged throughout the work’s 90-minute span.

The art of René Magritte and M C Escher were initial inspirations for CROSSROADS. A row of fanciful doors provide a backdrop, and columns – illuminated from within – are moved about as the work’s opening movement progresses. Later, the dancers will continually re-arrange a set of boxes to be used as podiums…or obstacles. By the end, everything is stripped down to essentials, the boxes piled in a heap, the dancers liberated.

But lets rewind to the start: Part I of CROSSROADS is entitled Sight. It begins with Ashley McQueen entering the shadowy space; she is a dancer with the grace of a ballerina, the groundedness of an Isadora acolyte, and the impetuous musicality of someone who dances because she must. All evening, my gaze kept returning to this woman and multi-hued dancing. Topping it all off, Ms. McQueen is also a comedienne to be reckoned with: her solo, stuck in an inflatable plastic chair, made me laugh out loud.

The other dancers now enter thru the upstage doors; they pair off – Ms. McQueen with Alex Cottone, Misaki Hayama with Isaac Kerr, and Manon Hallay with Michael Bishop – whilst the distinctive and enigmatic Sarah Starkweather weaves among them, a dancer on her own path. The couples creates a flow of beautiful moves and poses, and then the tall and lithe Mr. Kerr comes forward in silence and takes a bite out of Magritte’s apple.

The music now takes on a deep beat, and we are ready for some spacious dancing; fleeting solos and duets are part of the mix. As CROSSROADS progresses, each dancer will have multiple opportunities to show off his or her individuality and flair, seizing our focus in movement that veers from high-energy to expressive. The boys show off their partnering skills, the women each compelling in her own way.

With the columns on a diagonal, Ashley McQueen covers the space to dense, pensive music; her arms and hands speak to us poetically, and then her solo gets more animated. Misaki Hayama emerges thru one of the doors to dance a thoughtful, moving solo of loneliness and hope; Alex Cottone opens another door to dance with Misaki.

A tom-tom beat sets off a bouncy, propulsive ensemble dance: these people are super-movers. Alex Cottone’s solo here is just one of innumerable passages in which this dancer of boundless energy and passion seized the stage. He dances with Ms. McQueen, and then with Ms. Hallay. Michael Bishop and Ashley McQueen, in a duet to languid, deep, and soulful cello music, execute beautiful lifts.

After a blackout, Part II commences. Entitled Faith, it does indeed take on the feeling of a sacred rite when Alex Cottone is seen in a pool of blinding light on a low altar; his solo is simply spell-binding. As the light over Alex fades, another altar is illuminated and here the gorgeous Manon Hallay displays her beauteous line and floated arabesque in a solo at once alluring and pure. Both dancers here wear raspberry-hued costumes that accentuate their physical appeal.

Each dancer now has his/her own box on which to dance or pose, at first in unison. Sarah Starkweather’s plastique solo inaugurates a fresh cycle of movement motifs. To a bigger beat, the boxes are rearranged, and fleeting pas de deux replace the solos briefly. In a spirited trio, Misaki, Manon, and Sarah dance in sync.

Faith now becomes a journey: boxes are arranged along the front of the stage and the dancers walk in procession over these obstacles, pausing to pose or perform gestural solos along the way. A back-beat develops, and the parade breaks up.

A rather purgatorial “red quintet” springs up to a fresh tempo: Alex and the four women dance in sync, with breakouts and swift duets. Misaki’s fancy footwork here captured my eye. Sarah and Alex duet, then the quintet resumes. The beat is all.

Following a blessedly brief interval, Part III – Ascent – commences. In a foggy setting, Sarah Starkweather has a stormy solo to the sound of rushing water. Misaki and Ashley join her, the music (with big piano chords) has a throbbing depth; then Sarah – she of the unique presence – resumes her solo.

Alex Cottone, Michael Bishop, and the four women now have a quartet wherein the darkly lyrical cello gives a feeling of Russian passion; posing and moving, so attentive to one another, the dancers pair off. The woman in a row gesture in sync as the men provide visual counterpoint. This for me was the best part of CROSSROADS; it ends on a long cello tone.

Now comes the comic interlude: to spaced-out music, Ashley McQueen becomes helplessly trapped in an inflatable plastic chair. Her gestures and facial expressions are priceless. The other dancers come and go, unwilling – or too self-absorbed – to help her. Manon Hallay’s lovely arabesques again come into play; she seems intent on perfecting them whilst Ms. McQueen struggles valiantly to stand. Suddenly, Isaac Kerr rushes on and – in a flying leap – sails over the woman stranded in the chair. Meanwhile, Sarah Starkweather and Alex Cottone have carried on with their own duet throughout.

The mood now shifts, aided by sounds of shifting sea tides: Manon Hallay and Michael Bishop have a tender duet, with lyrical partnering phrases. Misaki Hayama and Isaac Kerr dance a spacious duet, with airy lifts and a trace of romance, which the cello accentuates. Sarah Starkweather and Alex Cottone walkabout, connect, and have an agile, gently amusing duet.

While Alex wanders alone, all the others advance from stage right, striking poses and gesturing – a very nice look here – before leaving Alex on his own again. A duet of passion for Ashley McQueen and Isaac Kerr is not without hints of danger. Following a solo passage for Sarah, Manon and Michael have a side-by-side duet with subtle dips and lifts. When Manon leaves him, Michael continues to dance with his memory of her.

The three men dance as the women ‘Vogue’ behind them; then the four women take the floor. Following a brief, compulsive solo, Alex Cottone is left alone as the lights fade.

CROSSROADS had flashed by: never a dull moment in this feast of movement. Thanks to the vibrant commitment of her seven dancers, Amanda Selwyn can chalk up yet another winning entry in her ongoing catalog of successes. How did I feel when CROSSROADS ended? I felt like dancing!

~ Oberon

June 21, 2019
Amanda Selwyn’s CROSSROADS @ NY Live Arts

~ Author: Oberon

Thursday June 20th, 2019 – Having seen three rehearsals of Amanda Selwyn’s CROSSROADS at various stages of its development, tonight I experienced the finished work in its premiere performance at New York Live Arts.

The process began during wintertime rehearsals: brief movement motifs were introduced by each of the individual dancers. Over time, these were developed and woven into the choreographic tapestry. The dancing is set on a musical soundscape that veers from driven to meditative; the sets, costumes, and props give the piece an eye-opening visual framework, and expert lighting by Dan Ozminkowski is the crowning touch.

In the months between concept and performance, there were some changes in the roster of performers; but Amanda ended up with a cast of brilliant and distinctive dancers whose commitment and flair kept the audience thoroughly engaged throughout the work’s 90-minute span.

The art of René Magritte and M C Escher were initial inspirations for CROSSROADS. A row of fanciful doors provide a backdrop, and columns – illuminated from within – are moved about as the work’s opening movement progresses. Later, the dancers will continually re-arrange a set of boxes to be used as podiums…or obstacles. By the end, everything is stripped down to essentials, the boxes piled in a heap, the dancers liberated.

But lets rewind to the start: Part I of CROSSROADS is entitled Sight. It begins with Ashley McQueen entering the shadowy space; she is a dancer with the grace of a ballerina, the groundedness of an Isadora acolyte, and the impetuous musicality of someone who dances because she must. All evening, my gaze kept returning to this woman and multi-hued dancing. Topping it all off, Ms. McQueen is also a comedienne to be reckoned with: her solo, stuck in an inflatable plastic chair, made me laugh out loud.

The other dancers now enter thru the upstage doors; they pair off – Ms. McQueen with Alex Cottone, Misaki Hayama with Isaac Kerr, and Manon Hallay with Michael Bishop – whilst the distinctive and enigmatic Sarah Starkweather weaves among them, a dancer on her own path. The couples creates a flow of beautiful moves and poses, and then the tall and lithe Mr. Kerr comes forward in silence and takes a bite out of Magritte’s apple.

The music now takes on a deep beat, and we are ready for some spacious dancing; fleeting solos and duets are part of the mix. As CROSSROADS progresses, each dancer will have multiple opportunities to show off his or her individuality and flair, seizing our focus in movement that veers from high-energy to expressive. The boys show off their partnering skills, the women each compelling in her own way.

With the columns on a diagonal, Ashley McQueen covers the space to dense, pensive music; her arms and hands speak to us poetically, and then her solo gets more animated. Misaki Hayama emerges thru one of the doors to dance a thoughtful, moving solo of loneliness and hope; Alex Cottone opens another door to dance with Misaki.

A tom-tom beat sets off a bouncy, propulsive ensemble dance: these people are super-movers. Alex Cottone’s solo here is just one of innumerable passages in which this dancer of boundless energy and passion seized the stage. He dances with Ms. McQueen, and then with Ms. Hallay. Michael Bishop and Ashley McQueen, in a duet to languid, deep, and soulful cello music, execute beautiful lifts.

After a blackout, Part II commences. Entitled Faith, it does indeed take on the feeling of a sacred rite when Alex Cottone is seen in a pool of blinding light on a low altar; his solo is simply spell-binding. As the light over Alex fades, another altar is illuminated and here the gorgeous Manon Hallay displays her beauteous line and floated arabesque in a solo at once alluring and pure. Both dancers here wear raspberry-hued costumes that accentuate their physical appeal.

Each dancer now has his/her own box on which to dance or pose, at first in unison. Sarah Starkweather’s plastique solo inaugurates a fresh cycle of movement motifs. To a bigger beat, the boxes are rearranged, and fleeting pas de deux replace the solos briefly. In a spirited trio, Misaki, Manon, and Sarah dance in sync.

Faith now becomes a journey: boxes are arranged along the front of the stage and the dancers walk in procession over these obstacles, pausing to pose or perform gestural solos along the way. A back-beat develops, and the parade breaks up.

A rather purgatorial “red quintet” springs up to a fresh tempo: Alex and the four women dance in sync, with breakouts and swift duets. Misaki’s fancy footwork here captured my eye. Sarah and Alex duet, then the quintet resumes. The beat is all.

Following a blessedly brief interval, Part III – Ascent – commences. In a foggy setting, Sarah Starkweather has a stormy solo to the sound of rushing water. Misaki and Ashley join her, the music (with big piano chords) has a throbbing depth; then Sarah – she of the unique presence – resumes her solo.

Alex Cottone, Michael Bishop, and the four women now have a quartet wherein the darkly lyrical cello gives a feeling of Russian passion; posing and moving, so attentive to one another, the dancers pair off. The woman in a row gesture in sync as the men provide visual counterpoint. This for me was the best part of CROSSROADS; it ends on a long cello tone.

Now comes the comic interlude: to spaced-out music, Ashley McQueen becomes helplessly trapped in an inflatable plastic chair. Her gestures and facial expressions are priceless. The other dancers come and go, unwilling – or too self-absorbed – to help her. Manon Hallay’s lovely arabesques again come into play; she seems intent on perfecting them whilst Ms. McQueen struggles valiantly to stand. Suddenly, Isaac Kerr rushes on and – in a flying leap – sails over the woman stranded in the chair. Meanwhile, Sarah Starkweather and Alex Cottone have carried on with their own duet throughout.

The mood now shifts, aided by sounds of shifting sea tides: Manon Hallay and Michael Bishop have a tender duet, with lyrical partnering phrases. Misaki Hayama and Isaac Kerr dance a spacious duet, with airy lifts and a trace of romance, which the cello accentuates. Sarah Starkweather and Alex Cottone walkabout, connect, and have an agile, gently amusing duet.

While Alex wanders alone, all the others advance from stage right, striking poses and gesturing – a very nice look here – before leaving Alex on his own again. A duet of passion for Ashley McQueen and Isaac Kerr is not without hints of danger. Following a solo passage for Sarah, Manon and Michael have a side-by-side duet with subtle dips and lifts. When Manon leaves him, Michael continues to dance with his memory of her.

The three men dance as the women ‘Vogue’ behind them; then the four women take the floor. Following a brief, compulsive solo, Alex Cottone is left alone as the lights fade.

CROSSROADS had flashed by: never a dull moment in this feast of movement. Thanks to the vibrant commitment of her seven dancers, Amanda Selwyn can chalk up yet another winning entry in her ongoing catalog of successes. How did I feel when CROSSROADS ended? I felt like dancing!

~ Oberon

June 20, 2019
Beatrice Rana|Philadelphia Orchestra @ Carnegie Hall

Above: pianist Beatrice Rana

~ Author: Ben Weaver

Friday June 7th, 2019 – Yannick Nézet-Séguin – music director of the Metropolitan Opera – led his other ensemble, The Philadelphia Orchestra – in an exciting Carnegie Hall concert tonight. The all-Russian program opened with a recently discovered curiosity: Stravinsky’s Funeral Song, Op. 5, written for the memorial of his teacher, Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, in 1908. The 12 minute work, in which Stravinsky has different sections of the orchestra take turns “laying down its own melody as its wreath against a deep background of tremolo murmurings,” was lost until 2015 when a St. Petersburg Conservatory’s librarian discovered the complete orchestral parts in the mess of the Conservatory’s renovations. Musicologists long lamented the lost manuscript as the link between Stravinsky’s early works and The Firebird. Its discovery revealed not only the links in Stravinsky’s own development, but his links to Rimsky-Korsakov’s late compositional style, which Stravinsky, late in life, tried to downplay.

Sergei Prokofiev’s popular Piano Concerto No. 3 came next on the program with the exciting pianist Beatrice Rana at the piano. This was my first time hearing Ms. Rana in a live performance, but I have admired several of her recordings for some time. What struck me about her recorded performances – and what was confirmed live – is her deeply felt, yet honest and unaffected musicality. Prokofiev’s “devilishly difficult” (Prokofiev’s own words) writing presented no technical challenge to Rana’s nimble finger work. The often spiky writing can easily become a “pound on the keyboard” type of evening. That is not Rana: her light – but never weak – touch made the pounding Prokofiev requires sound effortless and graceful. Both of those words were also true about the encore: Chopin’s Etude in A-flat major, Op. 25, No. 1 showed off the more lyrical side of Rana’s artistry.

Above: the young Sergei Rachmaninoff

The premiere of Sergei Rachmaninoff’s Symphony No. 1, Op. 13 in 1897 is one of the most famous musical disasters in Western art music. Composer and conductor Alexander Glazunov appears to have been drunk on the podium and unprepared to conduct the difficult score. The reaction from the public and the critics was savage: composer and critic César Cui wrote that the symphony “would have delighted the inhabitants of Hell” and that the “music leaves an evil impression.” The young composer was so devastated by the reception that he quit composing and needed a therapist (and hypnosis) to recover from the trauma. When he fled Russia during the 1917 Revolution, the score of the symphony was lost in the chaos. Interestingly, although the symphony caused him a lot of pain, it appears to have been on Rachmaninoff’s mind for the rest of his life: he quoted its dark opening theme in the first movement of his last work, the Symphonic Dances, in 1940. Since the score of the symphony was lost and no one had heard it in more than 40 years, Rachmaninoff knew the quote would be unknown to anyone but himself. He died in 1943 and two years later orchestral parts of the symphony were discovered after all, in the St. Petersburg Conservatory (again), presumably as everyone returned home after the War. A performance was quickly arranged in Moscow (US premiere was given by The Philadelphia Orchestra and Eugene Ormandy) and finally the public was able to judge this extraordinary composition. We can safely say that César Cui’s deranged opinion was garbage; indeed, history itself has given its verdict on Cui vs. Rachmaninoff’s Symphony No. 1. Cui is nothing but footnote.

One thing that may have confused so many listeners in 1897 was the dark and violent tone of the work; Rachmaninoff’s vivid quotations of the Dies irae may have upset some sensitive constitutions. But the Dies irae would become a common motif in all of Rachmaninoff’s major orchestral works. In the 1st Symphony, even the haunting slow movement is more sinister than calming. Cui may have been correct that the work “would have delighted the inhabitants of Hell,” except any person of taste would have seen that as a positive. Rachmaninoff’s most famous works, Piano Concerto No. 2 and Symphony No. 2, are steeped in romanticism, their flowing, endless melodies unrolling with shameless abandon. The very different tone of the 1st Symphony, however, reveals fascinating depths.

There are few orchestras with a stronger personal and professional connection to a major composer than Philadelphia Orchestra’s is to Rachmaninoff. For a few decades Rachmaninoff played with and conducted them regularly, and he chose them when he recorded his own orchestral works. His last composition, the Symphonic Dances, were dedicated to the Philadelphia Orchestra and Eugene Ormandy led the world premiere performance. This is music they have in their blood the way Bayreuth Orchestra has Wagner and the NY Philharmonic has Mahler. With Maestro Nézet-Séguin on the podium, this Carnegie Hall performance of Rachmaninoff’s 1st Symphony was perhaps the most thrilling and hair-raising I’ve ever heard. Nézet-Séguin’s unflagging energy perhaps a taste for the macabre was the perfect approach to this dark and sprawling work. The Philadelphians responded with a fearlessness that shook the concert hall to the rafters. Is César Cui heard this performance, he might have had a heart-attack.

Maestro Nézet-Séguin (above, in a Hans Van Der Woerd photo) is currently recording Rachmaninoff’s complete piano concertos with Daniil Trifonov and the Philadelphia Orchestra. Based on this coruscating performance of the 1st Symphony, it may be time for this group to record Rachmaninoff’s complete orchestral works. The Concertgebouw seems to do a complete Mahler traversal every few years (though the last one, with Daniele Gatti, was abandoned part-way for stupid reasons). Surely the Philadelphians and Rachmaninoff have earned a similar right? Deutsche Grammophon, are you paying attention?

~ Ben Weaver

June 15, 2019
Beth Jucovy/Dance Visions NY: Isadora’s Russian Repertory

Above: I-Nam Jiemvitayanukoon and Beth Jucovy in Isadora Duncan’s Varshavianka; photo by Dmitry Beryozkin

~ Author: Oberon

Monday May 27th, 2019 – Since I had a prior commitment on the evening of their appearance at Sans Limites Movement 2019, Beth Jucovy very kindly arranged for me and photographer Dmitry Beryozkin to watch a rehearsal of her Company, Dance Visions NY, who are presenting the Company’s staging of Isadora Duncan’s Russian Workers Songs and Scriabin Etudes at the festival.

These works were transmitted to Ms. Jucovy directly by 2nd generation Duncan exponent, Julia Levien, with the exception of The Crossing, which was passed on to Ms. Jucovy by Adrienne Ramm. Isadora Duncan’s Scriabin Etudes consist of Mother, The Crossing, and Revolutionary. The Russian Workers Songs are entitled Dubinushka and Varshavianka.

These danceworks were created by Isadora Duncan circa 1923; they were all revived by Irma Duncan and re-staged by Julia Levien, who had danced with Irma’s company. The dances reflect Isadora’s experiences while she lived in Revolutionary Russia; among their themes are struggle, awakening, protest, revolution, and – ultimately – victory.

Dance Visions NY dancers who perform in the Russian Workers Songs are Beth Jucovy, Anastasia Benedetti, Louisa Cathcart, Cathleen Deutscher, Ligia Gaissionok, I-Nam Jiemvitayanukoon, Shannon McMullan, and Rebekah Mulkey. The Scriabin Etudes – three solos – are danced by Ms. Jucovy.

After running thru the Russian Workers Songs a couple of times in practice clothes, the dancers donned the red-hued costumes and danced both pieces full-out.

The Varshavianka sings of the struggle of the workers to throw off the yoke of oppression. Marching under the red flag of Liberty, one by one the valiant fighters are shot down; but with each casualty, another brave worker takes up the banner. In the end, the fallen are transfigured; they rise again to carry on the struggle.

Photos from Varshavianka:

Beth Jucovy

Louisa Cathcart and Ligia Gaissionok

Ligia Gaissionok and Cathleen Deutscher

Cathleen Deutscher and Ligia Gaissionbok

I-Nam Jiemvitayanukoon and Shannon McMullan

I-Nam Jiemvitayanukoon, Shannon McMullan

Above: the finale of the Varshavianka

The Dubinushka was sung by dock workers, hauling the heavy ropes in the shipyard; they sang this song to maintain the rhythm of their work.

Photos from Dubinushka:

Beth Jucovy

Above: in the foreground are Shannon McMullan and Rebekah Mulkey

After dancing the Workers Songs, the dancers began packing up to leave. We talked with them briefly: some have been dancing with Ms. Jucovy for many years, so the Company definitely has the feel of family. Beth began tidying up the studio, and I asked her a question about the Scriabin Etudes. “Shall I dance them for you?”, she asked. And in the twinkling of an eye, she donned the Isadorian scarves and began to dance the three solos.

Mother:

The Crossing:

Revolutionary:

Beth danced these solos in full performance mode, deeply involved and vibrantly expressive; it was so generous of her to share these unique works with us.

~ Oberon

Photos: Dmitry Beryozkin

May 31, 2019
Beth Jucovy/Dance Visions NY: Isadora’s Russian Repertory

Above: I-Nam Jiemvitayanukoon and Beth Jucovy in Isadora Duncan’s Varshavianka; photo by Dmitry Beryozkin

~ Author: Oberon

Monday May 27th, 2019 – Since I had a prior commitment on the evening of their appearance at Sans Limites Movement 2019, Beth Jucovy very kindly arranged for me and photographer Dmitry Beryozkin to watch a rehearsal of her Company, Dance Visions NY, who are presenting the Company’s staging of Isadora Duncan’s Russian Workers Songs and Scriabin Etudes at the festival.

These works were transmitted to Ms. Jucovy directly by 2nd generation Duncan exponent, Julia Levien, with the exception of The Crossing, which was passed on to Ms. Jucovy by Adrienne Ramm. Isadora Duncan’s Scriabin Etudes consist of Mother, The Crossing, and Revolutionary. The Russian Workers Songs are entitled Dubinushka and Varshavianka.

These danceworks were created by Isadora Duncan circa 1923; they were all revived by Irma Duncan and re-staged by Julia Levien, who had danced with Irma’s company. The dances reflect Isadora’s experiences while she lived in Revolutionary Russia; among their themes are struggle, awakening, protest, revolution, and – ultimately – victory.

Dance Visions NY dancers who perform in the Russian Workers Songs are Beth Jucovy, Anastasia Benedetti, Louisa Cathcart, Cathleen Deutscher, Ligia Gaissionok, I-Nam Jiemvitayanukoon, Shannon McMullan, and Rebekah Mulkey. The Scriabin Etudes – three solos – are danced by Ms. Jucovy.

After running thru the Russian Workers Songs a couple of times in practice clothes, the dancers donned the red-hued costumes and danced both pieces full-out.

The Varshavianka sings of the struggle of the workers to throw off the yoke of oppression. Marching under the red flag of Liberty, one by one the valiant fighters are shot down; but with each casualty, another brave worker takes up the banner. In the end, the fallen are transfigured; they rise again to carry on the struggle.

Photos from Varshavianka:

Beth Jucovy

Louisa Cathcart and Ligia Gaissionok

Ligia Gaissionok and Cathleen Deutscher

Cathleen Deutscher and Ligia Gaissionbok

I-Nam Jiemvitayanukoon and Shannon McMullan

I-Nam Jiemvitayanukoon, Shannon McMullan

Above: the finale of the Varshavianka

The Dubinushka was sung by dock workers, hauling the heavy ropes in the shipyard; they sang this song to maintain the rhythm of their work.

Photos from Dubinushka:

Beth Jucovy

Above: in the foreground are Shannon McMullan and Rebekah Mulkey

After dancing the Workers Songs, the dancers began packing up to leave. We talked with them briefly: some have been dancing with Ms. Jucovy for many years, so the Company definitely has the feel of family. Beth began tidying up the studio, and I asked her a question about the Scriabin Etudes. “Shall I dance them for you?”, she asked. And in the twinkling of an eye, she donned the Isadorian scarves and began to dance the three solos.

Mother:

The Crossing:

Revolutionary:

Beth danced these solos in full performance mode, deeply involved and vibrantly expressive; it was so generous of her to share these unique works with us.

~ Oberon

Photos: Dmitry Beryozkin

May 30, 2019
Limón Dance Company @ The Joyce

Above: José Limón

~ Author: Oberon

Wednesday May 29th, 2019 – The Limón Dance Company‘s program at The Joyce this evening brought us José Limón’s classic masterwork The Moor’s Pavane and his fascinating ensemble piece Psalm, along with Colin Connor’s The Weather in the Room, danced by guest artists Stephen Pier and Miki Orihara, and Radical Beasts in the Forest of Possibilities from choreographer Francesca Harper, in collaboration with composer/performer Nona Hendryx.

How wonderful to see dance icons Miki Orihara and Stephen Pier (above) onstage together tonight; the husband-and-wife duo gave a vivid, touching performance in the New York premiere of Colin Connor’s The Weather In The Room, an intimate narrative work which tells us of a long-lasting domestic relationship and shows us what it takes to keep it alive thru the years.

A couple return home from a formal party; a chair, a stool, and a rug comprise the setting. Shoes come off, and his jacket; they get comfy as what sounds like a scratchy old ’78 record begins to play. Sarah Shugarman’s score is so evocative, and soon memories are in play. Miki’s gestural language is poetry made visible, whilst Stephen looms over his petite soulmate, alternately solicitous and slightly impatient.

As their danced conversation unfolds, six dancers in white appear, moving restlessly in the background, and running about. A chime sounds, and to a pulsing motif, an argument between the husband and wife springs up. Eventually they withdraw to opposing corners and the space becomes a small theatre where, in a series of duets, the six dancers present dances of memory: chapters from the biography of a marriage. Impetuous youthful gladness, tender moments, and passing anxiousness are depicted to expressive music.

Above: Terrence D.M. Diable and Frances Samson in The Weather in the Room; photo by Christopher Jones.

Gradually, Miki and Stephen have moved closer to one another from their distant corners, and in the end, they are reconciled. But…it’s not quite the end. For the piece has a happy-music coda; the setting reverts to the quiet living room. As the music fades, Miki laughs softly.

There are times in an enduring relationship when you will question whether you are in the right place with the right person; it’s happened to me from time to time in recent years. At such moments, drawing from the well of memory reminds us of what we loved about our mate at the start, and makes us ask: what would life be like without him? Mr. Connor’s thoughtful, sobering dancework resonates with meaning for me and – I am sure – for many who will watch this work. The depth of Miki and Stephen’s performance was so gratifying to experience, and the ensemble of dancers – Terence D.M. Diable, Mariah Gravelin, Gregory Hamilton, Eric Parra, Frances Samson, and Lauren Twomley – sustained the atmosphere with their articulate, committed dancing.

José Limón’s best-known work, The Moor’s Pavane, is always as meaningful to hear as to see; the choreographer’s choice of Henry Purcell’s music underscores what I have long believed: this music is made to be danced to. Drawing on Shakespeare’s story of The Moor whose love for his faithful wife Desdemona is destroyed thru jealousy sparked by innuendo, the choreographer creates a ballet at once elegant and brutal. This evening it was splendidly danced by Mark Willis (The Moor), Savannah Spratt (His Wife), Jess Obremski (His Friend), and Jacqueline Bulnés (The Friend’s Wife), their dancing alive with nuance and musicality.

Over tiime, I have seen many danceworks similar to Francesca Harper’s Radical Beasts in the Forest of Possibilities wherein the dancers dwell in a desolate landscape, with drifting fog. Nora Hendryx has created a collage of electronic sounds ranging from static to sonic pulsars. Among the eight dancers, who move with vivid athleticism in choreography that has an improvisational quality, there seem to be alternating currents of connection or isolation.

Jacqueline Bulnés (who emerges first from the darkness, as if lighting the way), Terrence Diable, Mariah Gravelin, David Glista, Jesse Obremski, Frances Samson, Lauren Twomley, and Mark Willis all showed the strength and suppleness of their dancing. The work might have ended on a rather desolate note, but then Ms. Hendryx turned from her laptop to the piano keyboard and began to play a lyrical theme. Dancers Lauren Twomley and Jesse Obremski joined in a duet that brought a sense of humanity to the proceedings; both dancers are beautiful movers. The piece ends on a question mark, as Ms. Bulnés returns with her flashlight as if seeking the couple out. Have they done something wrong?

Above: from Psalm; photo by Douglas Cody

The evening ended with a re-staging of José Limón’s 1967 ritualistic work, Psalm. Carla Maxwell had commissioned a new score for this large-scale dramatic work from composer Jon Magnussen in 2002. I had the opportunity of watching a studio rehearsal of Psalm a week prior to the Joyce performances, and was thrilled and moved by it.

Without the program note explaining the traditional Jewish belief that all the sorrows of the world rest in thirty-six Just Men, we might have thought of the ballet’s protagonist as an Outcast, a Penitent, or a Christ Figure. In this role, dancer David Glista gave a striking performance, abounding in physical energy and passion, living out the torment of the character with unswerving commitment. Two women, Savannah Spratt and Frances Samson, had prominent roles, and the entire Company filled the space with leaps, turns, and ecstatic gestures as the music ranged from harp and chant to pounding drums, solos for male voice, syncopated Alleluias, and summoning tambourines. Throughout the work, thoughts of Martha Graham’s epic ceremonials continually came to mind.

Psalm is perhaps a bit over-long, and parts of it are repetitive. But it is as impressive to behold as to hear, and it provides a portal to an ancient world where such rites were an essential element in the life of the community.

~ Oberon

May 29, 2019
Philharmonic Ensembles ~ Season Finale

Above: composer Sofia Gubaidulina

~ Author: Oberon

Sunday May 26th, 2019 matinee – This afternoon’s Merkin Hall concert by musicians from The New York Philharmonic marked the season finale of the Philharmonic Ensembles series. These programs invariably mix new or off-the-beaten-path works with classics from the chamber music repertoire.

Both in the choice of repertory and in the superb playing of the musicians, today’s concert was one of the finest I’ve ever experienced. The audience seemed enraptured; wonderfully silent and attentive, they created an atmosphere which doubtless inspired the players to outdo themselves. No coughing, no cellphones, no one dropped anything; there were a number of small children in the audience, but none of them made a peep. What an opportunity for blissful immersion in the music!

An infrequently-performed work by Franz Schubert, Notturno, opened the concert. I greatly enjoyed hearing pianist Hélène Jeanney again, having previously heard her playing Zwilich and Debussy at these concerts. For today’s Schubert, she was joined by Na Sun (violin) and Qiang Tu (cello).

Found among some of Schubert’s papers after his death, the Notturno is a work of timeless beauty and contemplation, commencing with harmonizing strings which pass through lovely modulations in which the piano sets a pace that feels like a slow waltz. Mlle. Jeanney then takes the lyrical lead with a gracious piano melody as the strings are plucked. In a role reversal, the pianist then assumes the role of a harpist, with gentle accents supporting the melodious strings.

In a contrasting section, we move into a minor phase; there is a rising intensity and the music becomes quite passionate, with swirling cascades of notes from the keyboard. A sense of longing rises from the violin and cello, underscored by the restless piano. Na Sun and Qiang Tu then beautifully resume the original theme, the harmonies seeming even more poignant now. Following a rather sudden crescendo, the music rises to a calm finish. How poetic the atmosphere our three players conjured: simply sublime.

The music of Sofia Gubaidulina always intrigues me, and today her Piano Quintet proved fascinating. This quintet is one of her earliest works, written in 1957 while she was still a student at the Moscow Conservatory. Several influences are in play in this quintet: Shostakovich, for sure, but maybe – even more – Prokofiev. And, strangely enough, there are also tinges of the French composers of the Impressionist school along the way. But Gubaidulina manages to weave these threads together convincingly. The quintet sounds really original.

Pianist Eric Huebner joined the Philharmonic’s Qianqian Li and Joo Young Oh (violins), Peter Kenote (viola), and Nathan Vickery (cello) for music-making of the highest order. The composer gives the 2nd violinist a great deal to do in the quintet, and Joo Young Oh (his hair now blonde, and wearing a spiffy golden-tone jacket) played it all superbly.

The opening Allegro has a rhythmic, fun start, with the music driven by Eric Huebner’s lively playing at the Steinway. Throughout, Mr. Huebner constantly reminds us of why it’s called a “piano quintet”: he’s a wonderful pianist. The music, accented, brings forth string harmonies as the piano comments. The second violin has his first chance to shine; his theme is then taken up by first violinist Quinquin Li. A long piano solo has an almost furtive quality, and then things become insistent and sonically dense. Nathan Vickery’s cello sings over pulsing motifs from the piano. The melody is passed about, then the strings assume a high, shimmering blend before the Allegro’s amusing ending.

Peter Kenote’s viola takes the lead in the Andante marciale, which soon gets a swagger on. Laying back a bit, there’s a violin passage and the music turns fragmented. The march then picks up again, reminiscent of the its famous counterpart in Prokofiev’s L’Amour des Trois Oranges. The violin plays on high as the music strides away into the distance.

Yearning strings and the quiet piano mark the start of the Larghetto sensibile, with the violin in a sad song that the cello joins; the piano however seems to hint at a jest. As the viola and 2nd violin blend, there’s a trace of exoticism. Syncopation rises up, becoming insistent until the viola leads us back to some searing harmonies. Mr. Kenote’s viola sounds alone, and Mr. Oh takes his violin on high in a solo passage. Harmonies shift, and Mr. Huebner at the Steinway has a final solo opportunity.

To a bustling piano rhythm, Mr. Kenote leads off the concluding Presto. The music romps along, with momentary calmings along the way. Mr. Huebner continues to shine in the demanding piano music. After simmering down again, the cello begins to pulse and the cello and viola start buzzing in an ascent to the heights where the quintet finds its finish.

Above: cellist and composer David Popper

An unusual work by David Popper, Requiem, was originally composed for three cellos and orchestra; it was later transcribed for three double-basses and piano, which is how it was presented today (apparently there is also an arrangement for three trombones!).

It’s a terrifically original work, and the three bass players – Blake Hinson, Satoshi Okamoto, and Rion Wentworth – were clearly savouring this opportunity show off what the double-bass can do, whilst pianist Steven Beck played an integral role in this gem of a piece. The doleful depths of the three basses, both in harmonies and in solo passages, continually evoked shivers as the resonances seem to invade the very soul. Passages for solo piano gave contrast; at one point, a trace of the Ave Maria was heard. The basses meanwhile made me think of the profound beauty of the opening of the “Hymn to the Sun” from Mascagni’s Iris.

I enjoyed the Popper rarity immensely: kudos to the bassists for bringing it to us in all its richness.

To close the performance, Piano Trio #2 by Dmitri Shostakovich was given a sterling rendition by Yulia Ziskel (violin), Mr. Vickery (cello), and Jonathan Feldman (piano).

This was by far the most familiar work on the program, so I put away my note pad and let the music dazzle and move me in this performance by three exceptional artists. Ms. Ziskel is a violinist who always maintains an alluring gleam on her tone; her playing could be at once ethereal and heart-wrenching. Following her poignant solo in the Largo, Mr. Vickery’s cello joined her in music that is achingly beautiful and deeply moving. Their playing reached the heights of expressiveness.

The dazzling dance of the concluding Allegretto was so thrilling to experience today. Here Mr. Feldman’s brilliance and irresistible vitality were a pure joy, whilst Ms. Ziskel and Mr. Vickery continued to astonish. The quintet ends as the dance gives way to a reprise of the chorale of the Largo, providing a reassuring comfort which we so desperately need in these troubled times.

As the Shostakovich progressed today, the world around me seemed to vanish; both the music the musicians reached me on a level that is rarely attained. For such moments in life, how can we express our gratitude?

~ Oberon

May 26, 2019
Shostakovich ~ Beethoven @ The NY Philharmonic

Above: Maestro Jaap van Zweden; photo by Chris Lee

~ Author: Oberon

Wednesday May 22nd, 2019 – As their 2018-2019 season winds down, The New York Philharmonic offered a well-contrasted pairing of works tonight at Geffen Hall: Shostakovich’s Chamber Symphony and Beethoven’s 3rd symphony: the Eroica. The Philharmonic musicians were on top form, and the orchestra’s Music Director, Jaap van Zweden, led a performance that ended with an enthusiastic ovation.

For all the concert’s musical excellence, extraneous factors made the evening something of a trial. The lobby at Geffen Hall during the half-hour leading up to the performance’s start time has lately become weirdly chaotic: it has the feeling of an airport, with staff folks yelling at you to go here or there, and long, snaking lines between the velvet ropes to pass thru the “non-invasive” scanner only to be wanded once you’ve gotten the green light. It’s quite stressful, and hardly conducive to the state of mind one hopes to be in when a concert starts: calm, focused, receptive.

The opening minutes of the Shostakovich featured a chorus of coughers from the audience; the woman next to us coughed throughout the concert while the fellow in front of us nearly busted a lung with one coughing fit: I actually thought he might pass out. Aside from ruining the music, germs are being spread. If you are sick, be courteous enough stay home.

But the performance of the Shostakovich Chamber Symphony was simply thrilling. This work is an arrangement of the composer’s 1960 String Quartet No. 8, Op. 110, by Rudolf Barshai, a renowned violist and conductor who founded the Moscow Chamber Orchestra in 1956. Barshai’s transcription honors the original instrumentation: it’s set for large string ensemble. And it’s simply magnificent to hear.

The symphony is in five movements, played without pause. From a somber start emerges a soft, sorrowing violin melody (beautifully played by concertmaster Frank Huang). Six basses bring a sense of grandeur to the music, which is richly layered. Suddenly, a sizzling energy flares up: the basses dig in, with swirling violins and slashing celli, as the music becomes a huge dance. For a spell, violins and violas compete; then the music comes to a sudden halt.

The violas set the pace for a waltz, played by the violins, which later slows down and fades away. A dirge-like passage is followed by a poignant lament. Carter Brey’s cello sings to us in its highest range, a song which Mr. Huang’s violin takes up. The music meanders a bit, ebbing and flowing, before a magical fading finish.

This work, and the Philharmonic’s playing of it, was one of the highlights of the season for me. Mssrs. Huang and Brey were enthusiastically applauded as they rose for a bow. I was surprised to read that this was The Philharmonic’s premiere performance of this symphony.

I must admit that I don’t find Beethoven’s Eroica all that interesting. Its initial theme:

…reminds me of a simple melodic scrap I wrote for a compulsory exercise in music theory class in high school. We hear it repeatedly in the symphony’s Allegro con brio, and to me it’s tiresome.

Sherry Sylar’s oboe solos and some warm-toned horn playing captured my interest in the Adagio assai, but I don’t think Beethoven’s idea of a funeral march shows much imagination. It feels aimless, missing the weighted grief of Chopin’s or the epic grandeur of Wagner’s (and for wit, there’s always Gounod). The hunting horns in the Scherzo again reminded me of high school, where I struggled to be a proficient horn player, but without success. Ms. Sylar and clarinetist Anthony McGill illuminated their solo bits in the Finale, but I found my mind wandering.

Whenever a musical work that is highly regarded by many fails to reach me, it makes me feel deficient. What am I not getting? So it was interesting to read in the program notes that Beethoven’s 3rd was not initially regarded as a masterpiece, but seemed instead overly long and lacking a sense of unity.

Still feeling that the Eroica has eluded me, I went to a classical music chat room to see if anyone else felt as I do about this symphony. Among the many posts heaping praise on Beethoven’s 3rd, someone wrote: “I would never deny the power and genius of the Eroica, but I never want to sit through it again.”

The evening honored musicians who are retiring from The Philharmonic this season. One who I will especially miss is violinist Anna Rabinova (above), whose dedicated artistry I have come to know thru her appearances at the Philharmonic Ensembles concerts at Merkin Hall. I hope she’ll continue to be part of the City’s musical scene in the coming years.

~ Oberon

May 22, 2019