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Night Two of The Israel Philharmonic Orchestra at Carnegie Hall

Lahav Shani, photo by Stephanie Berger

At the invaluable Stern Auditorium, on the night of Thursday, October 16th, I had the privilege to attend a wonderful concert—the second of three in the same week—presented by Carnegie Hall and featuring the Israel Philharmonic Orchestra under the accomplished direction of Lahav Shani.

The event started memorably with an admirable account of Leonard Bernstein’s seldom played Halil from 1981, which affords some of the pleasures of his more popular—and populist—scores. The composer commented on the piece as follows:

This work is dedicated to “the spirit of Yadin and to his fallen brothers.” The reference is to Yadin Tanenbaum, a 19-year-old Israeli flutist who, in 1973, at the height of his musical powers, was killed in his tank in the Sinai. He would have been 27 years old at the time this piece was written.

Halil (the Hebrew word for “flute”) is formally unlike any other work I have written but is like much of my music in its struggle between tonal and non-tonal forces. In this case, I sense that struggle as involving wars and the threat of wars, the overwhelming desire to live, and the consolations of art, love, and the hope for peace. It is a kind of night-music which, from its opening 12-tone row to its ambiguously diatonic final cadence, is an ongoing conflict of nocturnal images: wish-dreams, nightmares, repose, sleeplessness, night-terrors, and sleep itself, Death’s twin brother.

I never knew Yadin Tanenbaum, but I know his spirit.

Comparable in rarity was the next piece, Paul Ben-Haim’s unsung, here compellingly performed Symphony No. 1, Op. 25, a worthy, if maybe not consistently extraordinary, work. In a note on the program, Oded Shnei-Dor explains:

“The moment I conducted my first symphony with the Israel Philharmonic Orchestra (IPO) was the moment I felt like an Israeli composer,” stated Paul Ben-Haim in an interview towards the end of his life.

Written in 1939 and 1940 during the tumultuous events in Europe, the composer affirmed that: “The terrible forces of destruction which tore the ground from under our feet could not fail to leave their stamp on my work … In spite of this, my work is ‘pure’ and ‘absolute’ music.” The annotator adds that:

In a short lecture to celebrate its commercial recording, [Ben-Haim] said, “This is not simple music. Definitely not. Far from it. However, it is not complex. One has to hear to listen. If you like it—that’s good. If you don’t like it—that’s also good, as you can enjoy extraordinary orchestral playing.”

The initial, Allegro energico movement begins stormily, although a more expansive section—reminiscent of Jean Sibelius—soon follows, succeeded by a quieter, more enigmatic, somewhat premonitory episode; more turbulent, dramatic music eventually returns which, after another subdued passage, becomes a powerful march that concludes abruptly. On the ensuing, lovely Molto calmo e cantabile, Shnei-Dor records that:

The musical material of the movement is derived from “I lift up my eyes to the mountains,” a popular song from the repertoire of Bracha Zefira, a singer that Ben-Haim accompanied for a decade.

Appropriately lyrical, the music intensifies, although it soon recovers a more reflective, even pastoral, ethos, ending softly. About the finale, marked Presto con fuoco, the annotator remarks:

The first theme originates from Joram, Ben-Haim’s largest composition from his time in Germany. The second theme is a syncopated hora, the Israeli national dance, which is played heroically at the end of the symphony.

It opens propulsively and maintains a sense of suspense, building to a triumphant close.

The second half of the evening was even stronger, consisting in a superb version of Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s magnificent Symphony No. 5 in E Minor, Op. 64, written in 1888, a work that, interestingly, he deemed “a failure,” adding that: “There is something repellent in it, some over-exaggerated color, some insincerity of fabrication which the public instantly recognizes.” The first movement’s Andante   introduction is soulful and poignant; its Allegro con anima main body is, as would be expected, more spirited and dynamic, with moments of pure Romanticism, and it finishes gently. The next movement—its tempo is Andante cantabile, con alcuna licenza—starts with an exquisite horn solo and is indeed song-like—it contains some of the composer’s most beautiful music, reaching a stunning climax that ushers in an elaborate coda, and concluding very quietly. The following Valse, marked Allegro moderato, is indeed dance-like, relatively effervescent and radiant with charm, although it ends with some suddenness. The Andante maestoso introduction to the Finale is stately, while the bulk of the Allegro vivace movement is exultant and exuberant, indeed thrilling, closing forcefully and affirmatively. Enthusiastic applause elicited a delightful encore: Felix Mendelssohn’s Three Songs, arranged by Shani.

Off-Broadway Reviews—Two at the Public: John Leguizamo’s “The Other Americans” and Richard Nelson’s “When the Hurlyburly’s Done”

The Other Americans
Written by John Leguizamo; directed by Ruben Santiago-Hudson
Performances through November 23, 2025
Public Theater, New York, NY
publictheater.org
 
Leguizamo and Velez in The Other Americans (photo: Joan Marcus)


Actor and writer John Leguizamo cut his teeth on solo shows that opened in small downtown venues and gradually moved uptown to Broadway after he became a known commodity. Those shows—including Sexaholix, Ghetto Klown and Latin History for Morons—feature his dead-on impressions, penetrating observations, juvenile humor and unabashed sentimentality.
 
For his debut play, The Other Americans, Leguizamo relies on sentimentality. He plays Nelson Castro, a Colombian-American who lives in Queens with his wife Patti and daughter Toni, while their son Nick is returning home from a hospital stay after a mental breakdown. Nelson has inherited the family business of laundromats along with his half-sister Norma, who has done a better job expanding her side of the business than he has. 
 
Since Nelson has always wanted to be upwardly mobile, he’s sweated blood and tears trying to get ahead, at work and in life. He moved his family out of Jackson Heights and into Forest Hills, which he assumed was a “better” part of Queens for his family. But Patti hated leaving her old neighborhood and friends, and Nick’s bullying began at his new school, which led to his mental fragility. Only Toni seems levelheaded; yet, although she is engaged to Eddie, who works with her dad, she’s considering leaving New York with Eddie to follow her aunt Norma to California and work at building a business out west.
 
The characters’ interactions and Nelson’s inability to reconcile his personal and professional lives bring to mind Death of a Salesman. He’s no Arthur Miller, but Leguizamo does write funny, even pointed dialogue. Yet, when Nelson’s desperation comes to the surface and it dawns on Patti that he won’t be able to choose his family over his work, the play bogs down in exposition, too-familiar conflicts and a surprising shallowness, culminating in a death telegraphed nearly from the start.
 
As Nelson, Leguizamo is always watchable, while the many women around him are enacted persuasively by Rebecca Jimenez (Toni), Sarah Nina Hayon (Patti’s friend Veronica), Rosa Evangelina Arrendono (Norma) and, most memorable of all, Luna Lauren Velez, whose Patti is a lively, antagonistic presence.
 
Trey Santiago-Hudson is game but one-note as Nick, while Trey’s father, Ruben Santiago-Hudson, directs smoothly on Arnulfo Maldonado’s striking apartment set, which ends up more authentic than the characters inhabiting it.
 
 
When the Hurlyburly’s Done
Written and directed by Richard Nelson
Performances through September 21, 2025
Public Theater, New York, NY
publictheater.org
 
A scene from When the Hurlyburlys Done
 
With his cycle of plays that chronicled the Apple, Gabriel, and Michael families, Richard Nelson insightfully showed that everyday lives, relationships and conversations can be as artful and compelling as Shakespeare. Wilson’s latest, When the Hurlyburly’s Done, concerns six women who get together after a 1920 performance of Macbeth, the first production of any Shakespearean play in Ukraine. As it is now, war is in the background. 
 
The play comprises these women talking to one another about their families and their theater work and their  Macbeth director/lead actor, Les Furbas—a real theater eminence from Ukraine, and the (unseen) husband of one of the Macbeth actresses in Nelson’s play, but virtually unknown elsewhere—while they prepare and eat a meal and check on their (unseen) children. As usual for Nelson, two hours onstage equals two hours in these women’s lives, accentuating the feeling that we’re eavesdropping on an intelligent and humorous series of conversations while dinner is being prepared and eaten. The kitchen is filled with talk, laughter, tears, food, and even dance: in other words, real life.
  
Nelson’s writing is never didactic; his chamber dramas double as character studies, delightfully natural dialogue—a la Chekhov—demonstrating that quotidian talk provides as much character dimension as long monologues or showy confrontations. Even when the play stops, so three of the women can practice their scene as Macbeth’s Weird Sisters by performing a dance that gives a glimpse into their relationships with one another and with Shakespeare’s play, it is a wonderfully theatrical moment realized by the actresses and choreographer Charlotte Bydwell.
 
Too bad When the Hurlyburly’s Done ran only for a week at the Public. It must have been difficult to mount: in a post-performance talk, Nelson said he wrote the script in English and had it translated into Ukrainian, a language he does not speak. The superlative actresses—formidable individually and collectively—only arrived in New York right before the run started, so Bydwell had to plan the sisters’ choreography over Zoom calls. That we got it to see it at all, in its quietly haunting eloquence, is a tribute to the ennobling theater of Richard Nelson.

Israel Philharmonic Orchestra Perform at Carnegie Hall

Photo by Stephanie Berger


At the wonderful Stern Auditorium, on the night of Wednesday, October 15th, I had the pleasure to attend an excellent concert—the first of three in the same week—presented by Carnegie Hall, featuring the Israel Philharmonic Orchestra under the impressive direction of Lahav Shani.

The event started splendidly with a superb account of Sergei Prokofiev’s marvelous, seldom played Overture on Hebrew Themes, which builds to an abrupt—but delightful—finish. (It was originally composed for sextet in 1919 and orchestrated in 1934.)The renowned soloist Pinchas Zukerman then entered the stage for an admirable performance of the unsung, even rarer Violin Concerto, Op. 58, of Paul Ben-Haim, from 1959. (It strongly recalls the work of Paul Hindemith and Béla Bartók.) The initial, Allegro movement begins somewhat insistently and maintains a driving rhythm for most of its length—much of the music has an affirmative quality although there are reflective passages too—and it closes forcefully. The ensuing, brief Andante affetuoso is soulful and song-like on the whole, and the most beautiful of the three movements. The Cadenza e finale is somewhat spiky—it acquires a propulsive pace and a sprightly ethos and concludes emphatically. Enthusiastic applause elicited an exquisite encore from Zukerman and the ensemble: the same composer’s Berceuse Sfaradite.

The second half of the evening was even more memorable: a magnificent rendition of Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s extraordinary Symphony No. 4 in F Minor, Op. 36. The first movement’s Andante sostenuto introduction begins dramatically with majestic fanfares; the bulk of the Moderato con animamain body has an intensely passionate character but there are more subdued moments and an optimistic, recurring, secondary theme that provides a lyrical refuge from the turbulence that surrounds it—it concludes powerfully. The following movement—its tempo is Andantino in modo di canzona—opens wistfully with a solo, oboe melody that expresses, according to the composer, “that melancholy feeling which comes in the evening when one sits down alone … a host of memories appears, and one is sad because so much is passed, gone”; it too conveys Romantic longings and concludes softly. The succeeding Scherzo, marked Pizzicato ostinato, allegro, is playful, charming and lively; it becomes march-like and ends quietly, if cheerfully. Tchaikovsky said that the movement suggests

...elusive apparitions that pass through the mind when one has drunk a little wine and feels the first stages of intoxication … one remembers a portrait of drunken peasants and a street song. Then somewhere in the distance a military procession goes by.

The Finale, an Allegro con fuoco, opens exuberantly, celebratorily, and dynamically, preceding a gentler, dance-like interlude before the more exultant music returns, dominating the remainder of the movement, which closes triumphantly. A standing ovation drew forth another fabulous encore: the ‘Russian Dance’ from the same composer’s Suite from his astonishing ballet, The Nutcracker.

Broadway Play Review—James Graham's New Play, "Punch"

Punch
Written by James Graham
Directed by Adam Penford
Through November 2, 2025
Friedman Theatre, 261 West 47th Street, New York, NY
manhattantheatreclub.com/Livestream available
 
Will Harrison in James Graham’s play Punch (photo: Matthew Murphy)
 
Based on the true story of Jacob Dunne—who spent 14 months in prison for manslaughter after punching a stranger in a fit of anger—James Graham’s Punch is the kind of visceral, emotionally satisfying play we need more of on Broadway. 
 
In 2011, Jacob was a feisty 19-year-old living with his single Mum and younger brother Sam in a working-class Nottingham neighborhood. Hating school, Jacob spent time with his buddies, drinking away the afternoons. One day, after celebrating a pal’s birthday, Jacob was informed about an altercation; without thinking, he jumped into the fracas and coldcocked James, a man he didn’t know. Running away, Jacob didn’t realize that a single punch made James crumple to the ground, hit his head and never regain consciousness in the hospital, where his grieving, stunned parents, David and Joan, sadly watched him fade away.
 
After Jacob’s release from jail, his sympathetic probation officer Wendy is contacted by Nicola from the charity Remedi, whose goal is restorative justice, trying to give victims’ families some sense of closure. Jacob ends up corresponding and—in a tense but unforgettably realistic scene—with David and Joan, who try to understand why their beloved and only son had to die so meaninglessly. 
 
Jacob’s story is a rich ore for any playwright, and Graham makes few missteps dramatizing this stirring story of redemption. Although the play’s arc is familiar, as Jacob narrates his long and winding journey (he becomes a new man after prison, gaining unlikely allies in James’ parents), Graham’s savvy writing and Adam Penford’s resourceful staging turn what could have been a sentimental tale into something generous and humane. The first-rate production features Robbie Butler’s illuminating lighting design, Anna Fleische’s versatile set and evocative costumes, Leanne Pinder’s precise movement and Alexandra Faye Braithwaite’s atmospheric music/sound design.
 
Will Harrison is a perfectly pitched Jacob, effortlessly doing the heavy lifting of making seamless transitions as the story toggles between the hotheaded teenager and the mature adult atoning for his sin. Members of the flawless supporting cast—all of whom play multiple characters marvelously—include by the redoubtable Victoria Clark, who’s heartbreaking as Joan and hilarious as Jacob’s Nan, and Sam Robards, whose conflicted David is beautifully complex. Punch is a play that pointedly provokes.

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