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First Night of Orchestra of St. Luke’s Bach Festival

Photo by Jennifer Taylor

At Zankel Hall on the night of Tuesday, June 4th, I had the exceptional privilege to attend this year’s superb first concert of the annual Orchestra of St. Luke’s Bach Festival, under the outstanding direction of conductor and harpsichordist, Jeannette Sorrell.

The program began marvelously with a fabulous account of the still astonishing if inordinately popular Brandenburg Concerto No. 3 in G Major, BWV 1048. The initial Allegro moderato movement is exultant, even breezy, while the ensuing, very brief Adagio was contrastingly solemn, and the concluding Allegro is also effervescent and energetic. This was followed by the serious, extraordinary Sinfonia from the cantata, Weinen, Klagen, Sorgen, Zagen, BWV 12, featuring the impressive oboist Melanie Feld.

The outstanding soprano Joélle Harvey then joined the musicians for a brilliant realization of the incandescent cantata, Jauchzet Gott In Allen Landen, BWV 51, which ended the first half of the event. The opening Aria is celebratory in character and the succeeding recitative, “Wir beten zu dem Tempel an,” is an unusually beautiful example of that genre. Another aria, the glorious “Höchster, mache deine Güte,” is sung with only continuo accompaniment, and the work finishes with a joyous chorale, “Sei Lob und Preis mit Ehren,” that transitions to an exhilarating Alleluia, with the trumpet indelibly played by Kevin Cobb.

The second part of the evening started unforgettably with Harvey performing two arias from the monumental St. John Passion, BWV 245: the exquisite, cheerful “Ich folge dir gleichfalls,” and “Zerfliesse,” which was powerful , elegiac, magnificent, and exalting. These preceded another splendid Sinfonia; it was from the cantata, Himmelskönig, sei wilkommen, BWV 182. The concert closed stunningly with an entrancing version of the awesome Brandenburg Concerto No. 4 in G Major, BWV 1049. The beginning Allegro is lively, while the slow movement—a somber Andante—recalls those of the concerti by Antonio Vivaldi, and the Presto finale is vibrant, indeed dazzling.

These superior artists deservedly received an enthusiastic ovation.

Philadelphia Orchestra Performs Ravel

Photo by Chris Lee

At Carnegie Hall’s Stern Auditorium, on the night of Friday, May 31st, I had the privilege of attending a splendid concert presented by the remarkable musicians of the Philadelphia Orchestra, confidently conducted by its irrepressible Artistic Director, Yannick Nézet-Séguin

The event began strongly with a fully engaging account of Maurice Ravel’s wonderful Piano Concerto in G Major—completed in 1931—dazzlingly played by the celebrated soloist, Mitsuko Uchida. Ravel said, in a 1932 interview with an English newspaper:

I frankly admit that I am an admirer of jazz, and I think it is bound to influence modern music. It is not just some passing phase, but has come to stay. It is thrilling and inspiring, and I spend many hours listening to it in night clubs and over the wireless.

In a very useful program note by Christopher H. Gibbs, he provides some valuable background on the work:

Ravel’s interest in jazz had grown during a successful 1928 tour of America, during which he had chances to hear more of it in New Orleans and New York, where he met George Gershwin. Soon after returning to Paris he began writing the G-Major Concerto, some ideas for which date back more than a decade. The project was interrupted, however, by an attractive commission from the Viennese pianist Paul Wittgenstein (older brother of the great philosopher), who had lost his right hand in the First World War and sought out leading composers, including Richard Strauss, Prokofiev, Hindemith, and Britten, to write pieces for left hand alone. In this way Ravel found himself composing two concertos, both jazz influenced.

Ravel intended the G-Major Concerto as a vehicle for his own performances as a pianist and announced plans to take it on an extended tour across Europe, to North and South America, and Asia. Ultimately, health problems forced him to cede the solo spotlight to Marguerite Long, to whom he dedicated the piece. Ravel assumed instead the role of conductor at the very successful premiere in Paris in January 1932, part of a festival of his music. Against the recommendations of his doctors, the two then took the concerto on a four-month tour to 20 cities, and also recorded it.

Ravel felt the genre of the concerto “should be lighthearted and brilliant and not aim at profundity or at dramatic effects.” On several occasions, he alluded to a famous review of Brahms, saying that the great German’s “principle about a symphonic concerto was wrong, and the critic who said that he had written a ‘concerto against the piano’ was right.” 

He adds:

Ravel acknowledged finding his models in concertos by Mozart and Saint-Saëns: “This is why the Concerto, which I originally thought of entitling Divertissement, contains the three customary parts: The initial Allegro, a compact classical structure, is followed by an Adagio … [and] to conclude, a lively movement in Rondo form.”

The remarkably jazzy Allegramente movement—much of it has a brisk rhythm—is playful and effervescent, but with more introspective—even moody, and sometimes lyrical—passages, strongly recalling the music of George Gershwin—especially Rhapsody in Blue—and it includes an ethereal cadenza for the harp as it approaches its spirited—even triumphant—end. Gibbs records that “Ravel said the utterly contrasting Adagio was inspired by the slow movement of Mozart’s Clarinet Quintet,” and it—the most exquisite of the movements—is meditative and song-like, closing quietly. Its solo piano opening has a not distant resemblance to the compositions for the same instrument by Erik Satie and the scoring recalls that of Claude Debussy’s masterly orchestration of the Gymnopédie No. 1. Ravel here employs advanced harmonies even as the music acquires an almost neo-Baroque character. The Presto finale is brash, virtuosic, satiric, and propulsive, concluding suddenly and forcefully. Abundant applause elicited a delightful—if very brief—encore from the pianist: Robert Schumann’s lovely "Aveu" from his Carnaval, Op. 9.

The memorable second half of the evening commenced with the compelling New York premiere performance of Valerie Coleman’s impressive, colorfully scored Concerto for Orchestra, “Renaissance,” co-commissioned by this ensemble. The composer said the following about it:

The Concerto for Orchestra, “Renaissance,” is centered on honoring and reflecting upon the Great Migration and the Harlem Renaissance. Within the Great Migration, my focus has been upon writing music based on the reaction of hope in discovering one’s freedom, and on life within the discovery of a new life and land.

Within this, I tie the sounds of Appalachia to deep southern bluegrass, to honor future generations: my own roots of growing up in Kentucky and my mother’s roots of growing up in Mississippi.

The Harlem Renaissance reflects upon elements of the great big bands and “Le Jazz Hot,” to commemorate expat luminaries such as Langston Hughes, Duke Ellington, Josephine Baker, Paul Robeson, and many others. There are short bursts of “features” for just about every section within the orchestra, with a nod to the principal players, whom I’ve admired greatly.

The first movement, entitled “American Odyssey,” has a lofty quality and is imbued with dance rhythms and demotic elements—it finishes abruptly and powerfully. The next movement, “Portraits,” starts dramatically but is largely impressionistic and it, as well as the finale, “Cotton Club Juba,” becomes more turbulent and suspenseful until the piece’s emphatic close. Coleman was present in the audience to receive the audience’s acclaim.

The true highlight of the concert, along with the Ravel slow movement, was a sterling realization of what is arguably Claude Debussy’s supreme and most intricate masterwork, La mer, completed in 1905. In another excellent program note, Byron Adams recounts the following: 

In a letter to André Messager dated September 12, 1903, Claude Debussy announced, “I am working on three symphonic sketches entitled: 1. ‘Calm Sea around the Sanguinaires Islands’; 2. ‘Play of the Waves’; 3. ‘The Wind Makes the Sea Dance’; the whole to be titled La mer.” In a rare burst of autobiography, he then confided, “You’re unaware, maybe, that I was intended for the noble career of a sailor and have only deviated from that path thanks to the quirks of fate. Even so, I have retained a sincere devotion to the sea.” Debussy points out to Messager the irony that he is working on his musical seascape in landlocked Burgundy, but declares, “I have innumerable memories, and those, in my view, are worth more than a reality which, charming as it may be, tends to weigh too heavily on the imagination.”

He adds:

Writing shortly after the premiere of La mer, the critic Louis Laloy noted, “In each of these three episodes … [Debussy] has been able to create enduringly all the glimmerings and shifting shadows, caresses and murmurs, gentle sweetness and fiery anger, seductive charm and sudden gravity contained in those waves which Aeschylus praised for their ‘smile without number.’”

The opening movement, “From Dawn to Midday at Sea,” has an understated urgency with Oriental echoes but becomes livelier—even grand—with a stirring conclusion, while the succeeding movement, “Play of the Waves,” is ludic, evocative, dynamic as well as reflective, ending softly. The last movement, “Dialogue of the Wind and the Sea,” which begins portentously, is agitated and tempestuous, sometimes anticipating Igor Stravinsky’s The Firebird and The Rite of Spring, finishing ecstatically.

The artists deservedly garnered an enthusiastic ovation.

Broadway Play Review—Chekhov’s “Uncle Vanya” with Steve Carell

Uncle Vanya
Written by Anton Chekhov, adapted by Heidi Schreck
Directed by Lila Neugebauer
Performances through June 23, 2024
Vivian Beaumont Theatre, 150 West 65th Street, New York, NY
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Steve Carell and Alison Pill in Uncle Vanya (photo: Marc J. Franklin)
 
As unclassifiable as his other masterpieces—The Cherry Orchard, The Seagull and Three Sisters—Anton Chekhov’s Uncle Vanya moves freely between laughter and tears, between comedy and tragedy. 
 
Uncle Vanya revolves around the middle-aged title character, a mediocrity who has been forgotten by everybody and who has pretty much nothing to show for his nearly half-century of life except the avid devotion of his plain niece Sonia, herself the doormat daughter of elderly professor Alexander, now married to the beautiful—and much younger—Yelena. Vanya unabashedly adores the lively Yelena, but she only, often teasingly, considers him a friend. Then there’s Astrov, the dashing country doctor, who frequents Alexander’s estate that Vanya and Sofya sweat blood and tears to keep profitable; he might be able to pry Yelena away from her suffocating marriage. 
 
The above paragraph makes Chekhov’s plot sound like a mere soap opera, but there’s so much variety and vitality in his exquisitely-written characters—including making Astrov one of the first real environmentalists to grace the stage—that melodrama is kept permanently at bay. Because of its enormous subtlety, Uncle Vanya rarely makes it to the stage convincingly: the last time I saw it in New York, in Austin Pendleton’s 2009 off-Broadway production, it flickered to life only occasionally; and while Lila Neugebauer’s new staging at Lincoln Center Theater has its effective moments, it too ultimately misses the mark. 
 
One problem is that Chekhov’s tightrope walk between the tragic and the comic is best conveyed on a small stage so that the audience is close to and invested in these flawed, all-too-human characters. But the Vivian Beaumont’s thrust stage hampers Neugebauer and set designer Mimi Lien, who populate the set with pieces of furniture, tables and chairs strewn about, while a huge projection of a forest takes encompasses the back wall. Although much of the action is up front, some scenes are played out further back, lessening their impact. There are bits of visual beauty thanks to Neugebauer and her crack design team—in addition to Lien, there are lighting designers Lap Chi Chu and Elizabeth Harper as well as costumer Kaye Voyce—but even something as clever as a rainstorm drenching star Steve Carell just lays the metaphorical misery on a bit too thickly.
 
Heidi Shreck’s adaptation updates the play by adding a few unnecessary F-bombs and stripping it of its essential Russianness, which for the most part doesn’t hamper it very much but neither does it make it more relatable or, God help us, modern. Neugebauer’s cast follows suit, a mixed bag of acting styles that has a couple gems amid more unfocused portrayals.
 
Anika Noni Rose’s vivacious Yelena has a boisterousness that can’t entirely hide her tearful countenance, while Alfred Molina is having so much fun as the cranky, lively old Alexander that it’s contagious. Conversely—and surprisingly—William Jackson Harper makes Astrov a weirdly jumpy bunch of nerves, his dialogue coming out in torrents that are at odds with what Chekhov has written, making it difficult to see what draws Yelena to him. 
 
Carell’s Vanya, while too subdued—Carell sometimes fades too easily into the background, too obviously underlining Vanya’s wasted life—uses the actor’s hangdog looks to visualize such a weary soul. By far the best performance comes from Alison Pill, whose Sonia is wonderfully alive and piercingly plain; she speaks the final heartbreaking but hopeful speech without a trace of affectation. 
 
But even that final silence between Pill and Carell can’t rescue this intermittently touching Uncle Vanya; Chekhov’s illuminating portrait of people trudging on with life despite their despair once again deserves better.

Beethoven & Mozart with the New York Philharmonic

Guest Conductor Jane Glover & soprano Karen Slack with the New York Philharmonic. Photo by Chris Lee

At Lincoln Center’s David Geffen Hall, on the afternoon of Friday, May 10th, I had the considerable pleasure to attend a superb concert of classical era music presented by the players of the New York Philharmonic, under the assured direction of guest conductor Jane Glover

The event began splendidly with an exceptional account of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s marvelous Symphony No. 35 in D major, the “Haffner”, K.385. The initial Allegro con spirito movement is vibrant, although with subdued moments, while the Haydnesque Andante that follows is graceful and unexpectedly playful. The ensuing Menuetto is stately and elegant even as it is replete with forceful statements, and the exhilarating Presto finale is propulsive, but again with more reflective interludes.

A fine soprano, Karen Slack, in her debut performances with this ensemble, then entered the stage, to impressively sing Ludwig van Beethoven’s pronouncedly Mozartean recitative and aria from 1796, Ah! perfido, Op. 65. In a useful note on the program, James M. Keller provides the following description:

For the recitative of this piece Beethoven employed a text by the poet Pietro Metastasio. The singer, who has been deceived by her lover, goes through a tumultuous sequence of conflicting emotions, all underscored by the ever-changing tempo and the varying character of the orchestral underpinnings. With the aria proper (“Per pietà, non dirmi addio”), to an anonymous text, we enter another Mozartean world, one in which woodwinds add pointed commentary above the limpid vocal line. The aria seems to reach its conclusion as the singer bemoans her desperate state, but this is a false ending: an extension introduces an outburst of anger, and finally an expression of almost defiant self-respect. The language throughout is not much of an advance on Mozart’s, but Ah! perfido does point the way to such an achievement as the “Abscheulicher” aria that Beethoven would write in his opera Fidelio, not only in its structure but also in its movement in expression from anger and desolation to self-affirming confidence.

The second half of the concert was comparable in strength, starting with a pleasurable realization of Mozart’s wonderful, seldom performed, and astonishingly precocious Symphony No. 13 in F major, K.112, from 1771, written when he was only fifteen. The opening Allegro is ebullient, if with serious episodes, and closer to the Baroque in style at times. The succeeding Andante is charming, but with surprising depth, leading to a brief but admirable Menuetto movement and a majestic finale marked Molto allegro.

The event concluded rewardingly with an accomplished rendition of the most substantial work on the program, the same composer’s major Symphony No. 39 in E-flat major, K.543, from 1788, the first of his supreme final trilogy of symphonies. The first movement has a solemn, Adagiointroduction, while its main body—an Allegro—is enthralling, but with quieter passages. It precedes an Andante con moto that achieves profundity even as it enchants and a melodious Menuetto with a bewitching Trio. The dynamic, Allegro finale is almost breathless in pace and ultimately dazzling.

The musicians deservedly received an enthusiastic ovation.

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