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At the superb Stern Auditorium on the night of Tuesday, October 7th, I had the great pleasure to attend Carnegie Hall’s terrific, opening night gala concert featuring the NYO-USA All-Stars—i.e., the Alumni of the National Youth Orchestra of the United States of America—under the admirable direction of Daniel Harding.
The event started brilliantly with a sterling realization of three selections from Leonard Bernstein’s marvelous Symphonic Dances from West Side Story from 1960, beginning with the intensely lyrical “Somewhere,” one of the most beautiful songs in the score. The ensuing “Scherzo” is an elegant interlude, while the set finished with the jazzy, exuberant, propulsive “Mambo,” which concludes forcefully.
The sexiest of contemporary virtuosi, Yujia Wang, then entered the stage to conduct and dazzlingly play Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s fabulous Piano Concerto No. 1 in B-flat Minor, Op. 23, completed in 1875. The famous opening of the initial movement, marked Allegro non troppo e molto maestoso, is exhilarating, quickly becoming immoderately passionate; a lilting, Slavic melody then comes to the fore, ushering in a moodier, more reflective section, but the music then at length ascends to a climactic passage succeeded by more elaborate developments, before accelerating to an exciting close. The following, Andantino semplice movement begins with a lovely, subdued theme that leads to a livelier episode before ending softly. The spectacular, Allegro con fuoco finale is animated and dance-like, even vigorous, but with quintessentially Romantic moments that progress toward its triumphant conclusion.
The evening finished at its acme, with a masterly version of Igor Stravinsky’s stunning 1919 Suite from his ballet The Firebird. It opens with an ominous Introduction followed by the delightful if almost disorienting The Firebird and its Dance and the Variation of the Firebird. The impressionistic, enchanting Rondo of the Princesses precedes the arresting, sinister but mesmerizing Infernal Dance of King Kashchei. The subsequent Lullaby is glorious and unutterably beautiful while the Finale is majestic and exultant.
The artists deservedly received a standing ovation.
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At Lincoln Center’s wonderful David Geffen Hall, on the night of Saturday, October 4th, I had the pleasure to attend a superb concert—of music by Pierre Boulez and Claude Debussy—presented by the New York Philharmonic, under the exceptional direction of Esa-Pekka Salonen, one of the finest contemporary conductors.
In the first half of the evening, the works were performed without pauses in between them, starting with Boulez’s very brief Notation IV, Rythmique, for Solo Piano, from 1945, played by Pierre-Laurent Aimard, himself a protégé of the composer and widely regarded as one of the world’s greatest living pianists. This was followed by a powerful account of the orchestral reworking of the same piece, the final revision of which was undertaken in 1987.
Even more memorable was a sterling realization of Debussy’s marvelous Gigues from his outstanding set of Images for Orchestra, completed in 1912. His colleague André Caplet assisted in the orchestration of the piece, writing of it in 1923 as follows: “Gigues … sad Gigues … tragic Gigues … The portrait of a soul in pain, uttering its slow, lingering lamentation on the reed of an oboe d'amore.” He continued: “Underneath the convulsive shudderings, the sudden efforts at restraint, the pitiful grimaces, which serve as a kind of disguise, we recognize … the spirit of sadness, infinite sadness.” In the liner notes for a 1967 recording of symphonic works by Debussy in which Boulez conducted The Cleveland Orchestra, he wrote this about it:
… I do not find the Scottish element the most significant feature of Gigues, but rather the oscillation between a slow melody and a lively rhythm. I use the work “oscillation,” but I might equally say “coinciding,” because, when the two elements are superimposed, they give the impression of a double breathing, and this is most unusual. Timbre plays a primary part in separating the two planes of sound; and by giving the slow opening theme exclusively to the oboe d'amore the composer helps to isolate it in the listener's mind. It is not only that the tone of the oboe d'amore is pretty and unusual, intended to recall that of the bagpipes and excellently suited to the expression in this opening passage. It also makes us aware that the tempo of this tune will not be “disturbed” by the appearance of other figures in a different tempo.
After this, Aimard executed the Notation VII, Hiératique, which was immediately succeeded by its impressive orchestral version from 1997. This preceded an excellent performance of Debussy’s extraordinary Rondes de printemps, also from Images. About this composition, Boulez wrote in the same liner notes:
In Rondes de printemps Debussy makes use of a favourite rhythm of five beats in the bar, subdivided into two and three, with repeated notes … . The Frenchness of this piece is certainly the least noticeable thing about it, at least to foreign ears, and was, I suppose, wholly absorbed by the composer's own personality, so that there was no room for the “exotic.” His different handlings of “Nous n'irons plus au bois” are not in fact the most remarkable thing about this piece either. It may well be that Debussy felt most free when he was least concerned with the accuracy of his quotations.
Aimard then played Notation II, Très vif, before its compelling, final orchestral revision from 1987 that concluded the first half of the event. Salonen commented in a recent interview on Boulez's Notations:
Notations is a very fascinating series of orchestral compositions. He didn't consider a work of his to be a closed unit, like a final word — everything was a continuous process — and Notations gives us a really fascinating point of view of this.
What we are going to experience in the audience is like snapshots at a certain phase of the life of the composition that we are going to be hearing. The original Notations are these tiny, miniature piano pieces that Boulez wrote in 1945 — they are very much in the Webern tradition, extremely brief in expression and form, and each basically dealing with one idea. Decades later he takes one of these tiny piano pieces and expands it for a massive orchestra. It's really amazing to see that the DNA itself doesn't change and is able to produce that kind of monster. Notations II and IV are these quickly moving, massive pieces in which Boulez uses the full symphony orchestra including eight percussionists. Number VII, for me, is a little gem. That's Boulez in his most Ravel-ian, Debussy-esque mode, full of very serious beauty and a lot of ripples on the surface of an otherwise calm sea. I find that actually very poetic.
The second half of the concert was even more remarkable, beginning with Aimard returning to the stage for a magnificent rendition of Debussy’s seldom presented but beautiful Fantaisie for Piano and Orchestra, which was finished in 1896 but never performed in the composer’s lifetime. The initial, Andante ma non troppo movement opens lyrically, eventually becoming moodier and more turbulent, even dramatically so, but it concludes triumphantly. The ensuing, exquisite Lento e molto espressivo movement is more subdued and reflective—it too increases in intensity—while the closing Allegro is lively and virtuosic, ending forcefully.
The program attained its pinnacle with an enchanting reading of the same composer’s masterwork, La Mer, which received its final revision in 1910. The first movement—From Dawn till Noon on the Sea—starts somewhat mysteriously, soon acquiring a shimmering texture, but superseded by impressionistic passages before closing majestically. The next movement—The Play of the Waves—is, appropriately, more ludic in inspiration on the whole, but with moments of urgency; it concludes softly. The last movement—Dialogue of the Wind and the Sea—begins portentously and the music is often agitated—if rewardingly so—even tempestuous, but with quiet interludes; it finishes with a thrilling, propulsive climax.
The artists deservedly received enthusiastic applause.
Salonen’s tribute to Boulez with this ensemble continues through the following week.