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At Lincoln Center’s wonderful David Geffen Hall, on the night of Saturday, May 2nd, I had the privilege to attend a superb concert presented by the New York Philharmonic, under the brilliant direction of Gustavo Dudamel.
The event started memorably with an exciting New York premiere performance of Ellen Reid’s remarkable Earth Between Oceans from 2025, which was co-commissioned by this ensemble along with the Los Angeles Philharmonic, and featured the marvelous New York Philharmonic Chorus led by Malcolm J. Merriweather. (She has composed another excellent work, Body Cosmic, which was recently played at Carnegie Hall by the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra.) About the composition, she told the San Francisco Classical Voice:
I wanted a sense of otherworldliness, adding vocals with no text, just oohs and aahs and muttering. The voices blended with the strings and woodwinds that created a haze around the piece that only the human voice can do. We're trained as listeners to hear the voice in ways like no other.
In her program note for the piece, she wrote:
In this work, I took joy in exploring rhythm as a primary compositional element. In Earth, the meter accelerates through the movement, erupting in a guttural peak when the voices from the choir unite for the first time. In Air, a lack of consistent pulse creates a sense of endless space. In Fire, polyrhythms morph, cycle, and grow, and in Water, the rhythm ebbs and flows like the currents of the ocean. Another seismic component to this piece is the large, wordless choir, conceived instrumentally and adding a dynamic timbre to the ensemble.
Earth Between Oceans celebrates the power of nature in conversation with the threats our environment faces. As a metaphor for the concurrent crises affecting our Earth, I captured field recordings while collecting plastic trash at beaches in Los Angeles (Venice, Santa Monica) and New York City (Rockaway Beach, Coney Island). These field recordings are woven throughout the work as connective tissue, a reminder that we live on a planet whose equilibrium is being challenged.
Finally, Earth Between Oceans is dedicated to Gustavo Dudamel, a bridge builder who forges meaningful connections across communities of people from different backgrounds, cultures, ages, classes, and abilities. His fierce positivity and tremendous talents inspire us to think bigger and do better. Therefore, despite the growing political, environmental, and social challenges we face, I felt deeply committed to ending the work with a sense of optimism — even if it feels out of reach.
Reid was present to receive the audience‘s acclaim.
Even more impressive was the second half of the evening, beginning with a sterling realization of Franz Schubert’s seldom heard, extraordinary Song of the Spirits over the Waters, D. 714, from 1821—this also included the Philharmonic Chorus—which is set to a text by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. This was followed by an exquisite account of Richard Wagner’s glorious Forest Murmurs—from his magnificent 1857 opera, Siegfried—arranged by Hermann Zumpe.
The concert concluded awesomely with a ravishing version of Igor Stravinsky’s stupendous, 1919 Suite from his score for his great ballet, The Firebird. The initial movement—The Firebird and Its Dance and Variation of the Firebird—opens ominously with music that recalls that of Béla Bartók and that turns uncanny and then skittish. The ensuing movement, The Princesses’ Round Dance, is bewitching and emotionally expressive in a way that betrays the composer’s much vaunted formalism, while the next, Infernal Dance of King Kashchei, is portentous, suspenseful, propulsive and turbulent. The succeeding, haunting Lullaby is uncommonly beautiful, and the unforgettable Finale slowly builds in intensity until it attains a stunning apotheosis.
The artists were deservedly, enthusiastically applauded.
Photo by Claudio Papapietro, courtesy of Juilliard.
At Lincoln Center’s Alice Tully Hall, on the night of Friday, April 24th, I had the privilege to attend a superb concert featuring the precocious musicians of the Juilliard Orchestra, under the expert direction of David Robertson.
The event started splendidly with a marvelous reading of the outstanding Johannes Brahms Piano Concerto No. 2 in B-flat Major, Op. 83, from 1881, impressively played by a remarkable soloist, Angeline Ma. The initial, Allegro non troppo movement begins soulfully and then dramatically while a passionate Romanticism pervades it, even in its quieter, more reflective interludes; it finishes triumphantly. The ensuing Allegro appassionato—which functions as a scherzo—has a somewhat stormy quality for some of its length but there are more subdued passages; a statelier, more affirmative section precedes a recapitulation of the original material before the movement concludes emphatically. The Andante that follows opens tenderly and gracefully, culminating in a serene, rather meditative episode, but the movement becomes more turbulent at times as it unfolds; the inaugural melody returns in an extended, irenic dénouement that ends gently. The Allegretto grazioso finale is enchanting and joyful with a waltz-like character and ludic measures; it closes happily.
The second half of the event was comparable in power, starting with an admirable realization of the extraordinary, unorthodox Symphony No. 7 in C Major, Op. 105, of Jean Sibelius, from 1924. Also exciting was the last work on the program, a sterling account of John Adams’s enthralling Doctor Atomic Symphony from 2007, based on his eponymous opera about J. Robert Oppenheimer and Los Alamos. The first movement, titled The Laboratory, begins portentously and a strong sense of disquiet is sustained throughout it. The next movement, Panic, is unsettled in mood too as well as propulsive and suspenseful—it is very reminiscent of the music of Igor Stravinsky, particularly of a score like The Rite of Spring. About a part of the final movement, Trinity, the composer has written:
It is a setting (here intoned by the solo trumpet) of the famous John Donne sonnet, “Batter my heart, three-person'd God.” Oppenheimer's deep ambivalence about the weapon he has brought into the world finds voice in the poet's anguished cry of remorse over the loss of his soul.
This movement is mysterious and more amorphous in structure but also agitated; it concludes forcefully.
The artists deservedly received a standing ovation.
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| John Ortiz (center) in Dog Day Afternoon (photo: Matthew Murphy and Evan Zimmerman) |




