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James Whiteside, Madison Brown, and Calvin Royal III in Petal. Photo: Nir Arieli.
At Lincoln Center’s wonderful David H. Koch Theater, on the night of Wednesday, October 21st, I had the considerable pleasure to attend a marvelous mixed program of dance works presented by the outstanding American Ballet Theater, the first of its fall season.
After opening remarks by Susan Jaffe, the Artistic Director of Ballet Theater, the event started splendidly with an admirable performance of Helen Pickett’s remarkable Petal, from 2008, originally commissioned by Aspen Santa Fe Ballet and here receiving its company premiere. The piece features a beautiful score: two excerpts from Philip Glass’s “dance opera,” Les Enfants Terribles, after Jean Cocteau’s eponymous novel, as well as the end title music from Thomas Newman’s soundtrack for the film, Little Children. (The connection with Glass recalls Jerome Robbins’s Glass Pieces which would seem to be a likely influence.) The attractive costumes were designed by Nete Joseph, and the excellent lighting by Brandon Stirling Baker. The performance featured a superior cast, including Lauren Bonfiglio, Tristan Brosnan, Madison Brown, Jacob Clerico, Fangqi Li, Calvin Royal III, Sunmi Park, and James Whiteside.
Also rewarding was the next work, Petite Mort, by the distinguished choreographer, Jiří Kylián, which, despite certain modern inflections, bore a stronger relation to the classical vocabulary. This piece had the most glorious score on the program: two of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s greatest slow movements from his piano concerti, i.e., the Adagio from the A Major K. 488 and the Andante from the C Major K. 467, the celebrated Elvira Madigan concerto. (Evangelos Spanos was the impressive piano soloist, with the orchestra conducted by Charles Barker.) The elegant costumes were designed by Joke Visser and the effective lighting by Joop Caboort. The cast here was even starrier, with Park, Li, Brosnan, and Whiteside again, along with Zimmi Coker, João Menegussi, Betsy McBride, Carlos Gonzalez, Chloe Misseldine, Thomas Forster, Hee Seo, and Isaac Hernández.
The highlight of the evening by far, however, was the concluding selection which hadn’t been performed by this company in three decades: the magnificent Paquita, choreographed by the now legendary Natalia Makarova, after that of the immortal Marius Petipa, set to a charming score by Ludwig Minkus, orchestrated by John Lanchbery. (The conductor was David LaMarche.) The sets and winsome costumes were designed by Jose Varona. This had the finest cast of all led by the astonishing Devon Teuscher and Joo Won Ahn, along with Yoon Jung Seo, Sierra Armstrong, Breanne Granlund, and Léa Fleytoux. (The superb corps de ballet were also featured.)
The artists, including Makarova herself who finally entered the stage, deservedly received a standing ovation.
Photo by Chris Lee
At Lincoln Center’s wonderful David Geffen Hall, on the night of Thursday, October 15th, I had the exceptional pleasure of attending a fabulous concert presented by the incomparable musicians of Madrid’s Teatro Real Orchestra, under the outstanding direction of Gustavo Gimeno.
The event started brilliantly with a marvelous realization of Manuel de Falla’s exquisite El amor brujo, some of which has a celebratory quality, but elsewhere is more dramatic—or at least suspenseful—in character; it has some intimations of the music of Igor Stravinsky, especially in its rhythms. A terrific soprano, Adriana Gonzalez, then entered the stage to arrestingly perform the same composer’s superb Seven Popular Spanish Songs which vary considerably in mood and feature extraordinary orchestrations. Enthusiastic applause elicited a stunning encore from the vocalist with the ensemble: an aria, "Goizeko eguzki argiak," from the Basque zarzuela, Mirentxu, by Jesús Guridi.
Another splendid soloist, guitarist Juan Manuel Cañizares, then joined the artists to enchantingly play Joaquín Rodrigo’s superb Concierto de Aranjuez. The initial, Allegro con spirito movement opens somewhat jauntily and this is sustained throughout it, although some serious undercurrents are discernible. The ensuing Adagio opens with a haunting melody for the English horn which is then recapitulated by the guitar—most of the remainder of the movement is elaborated from this unforgettable material and it concludes very quietly. The finale, marked Allegro gentile, is also lively and cheerful, closing softly but charmingly. A standing ovation drew forth another enjoyable encore, here from Cañizares alone: “Cádiz,” from the Suite Al-Ándalus, the version for solo guitar derived from his own Concierto Al-Ándalus.
The second half of the evening was comparable in strength, consisting of a bewitching version of Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov’s fantastic Scheherazade, Op. 35, which begins somewhat portentously and then mysteriously and then reveals a seemingly enormous influence upon the early ballet scores of Stravinsky for Sergei Diaghilev’s Ballets Russes. Ardent applause was again rewarded with another lovely encore: the famous Prelude from the zarzuela, El bateo, by Federico Chueca.
At Lincoln Center’s wonderful Alice Tully Hall, on the night of Monday, October 19th, I had the exceptional pleasure to attend a superb concert presented by the extraordinary Juilliard Orchestra, under the accomplished direction of Jeffrey Milarsky.
The event started splendidly with an admirable account of Sergei Prokofiev’s excellent Piano Concerto No. 3 in C Major, Op. 26, from 1921, astonishingly played by the remarkable soloist, Maxim Lando. The brief, Andante introduction to the initial movement has a forlorn quality but this is quickly displaced by the often breathless, Allegro main body which also features more leisurely passages, sometimes of a playful character but at other times soulful and lyrical, even mysterious. The movement showcases some dazzling pianism which becomes forceful and impassioned toward the finish—it concludes abruptly and emphatically. The ensuing Andantino too has ludic elements that contrast with episodes of much greater seriousness—these are sometimes highly dramatic when not rather subdued. Its closing section is propulsive and exciting but, again, with slower, more charming or plaintive interludes. The finale—marked Allegro, ma non troppo—projects a certain boisterousness or tempestuousness that is punctuated by more song-like or reflective moments as well as more quirky measures; it reaches a more emotional and weighty climax, ending suddenly.
Also impressive was the next work on the program, Valerie Coleman’s compelling Renaissance Concerto for Orchestra, from 2024, a tone poem that is “a response to painter Jacob Lawrence’s War Series and Migration Series.”Its first movement is striking, at times enchanting—it builds to an arresting, indeed powerful, conclusion. Here I reproduce the composer’s note on the second and third movements:
A film noir sky view of a metropolitan
city opens the curtains of the second
movement in grandiose flair, with fire
engines and police cars screaming by
as they race across the city to put
out fires. The riots (Panels 50 and 51
of the Migration Series) that occurred
throughout the Midwest and the
North (riot of East St. Louis, Tulsa
massacre, and the red summer of 1919
in Philadelphia) are depicted here, as
the flames turn into the smoldering
embers of a tuba solo. Solo violin (and
subsequently the section) takes over,
singing the heart of this movement: a
ballad of urban life, with all the joys and
pain that come with it.
The final movement, Cotton Club Juba,
emerges out of the second movement’s
ending with raindrops as the scene
shifts to a misty evening in Harlem and
the nightlife of big bands and clubs
during the Prohibition Era. The movies
often depict this time as a dance-filled
escapism, but I wanted to capture the
gritty reality of the “exoticism” and
stereotype of “jungle music” that took
hold both in Harlem and “Le Jazz Hot”
cabaret of Paris. There is no artwork for
this from Jacob Lawrence, but I hope
that the audience can visualize jazz big
bands, Duke Ellington, Josephine Baker,
and many others who found release
through dance and song within this era.
(There’s) a slow sinister groove between
the bassoons and horns as if we are
riding the railways across the country.
Arriving at the eastern seaboard, we
are immersed into the dancing nightlife
of mafia, illegal alcohol, showgirls,
zoot suit fashion, and the underbelly
of Broadway afterhours. Small clusters
of Charleston dance rhythm appear,
made popular by expats Josephine
Baker and Ada "Bricktop" Smith, who
gave dance lessons to the Parisian
elite, alternating with slower sections
dedicated to the storied writers of the
era, Langston Hughes, Zora Neale
Hurston, and Ernest Hemingway. From
the wailing sounds of the start, all the
way to the rip-roaring dancing of the
early 20th century, it is my hope that
(Renaissance) Concerto for Orchestra connects us all through story and song.
Coleman was present to receive the audience’s acclaim.
The second half of the evening was even more memorable, consisting of a marvelous rendition of Sergei Rachmaninoff’s magnificent Symphonic Dances, Op. 45, from 1940. The first movement begins somewhat suspensefully and a sense of tension is sustained throughout most of it—this is interrupted by an extended, poignant, even melancholy saxophone solo which is answered by lovely, even sadder music in the strings before, ultimately, a recapitulation of the opening march material that leads to a less urgent dénouement and a much softer close. The Andante con moto that follows is not without some uncanniness at the outset, but it becomes a bewitching waltz with some ironic inflections—the music eventually accelerates to an almost frantic pace, finishing more gently. After a more restrained, Lento assai, introductory section, the spirited, main body, marked Allegro vivace, is dynamic and brisk in rhythm at times, but with some rather passionate music strongly contrasting in tempo and mood—it ends thrillingly, almost shockingly.
Deservedly, the artists were enthusiastically applauded.




