New York Philharmonic – Jaap van Zweden, conductor; Anthony McGill, clarinet. January 24, 2019.

David Geffen Hall at Lincoln Center.  First Tier Center (Seat CC1, $66.25.)

Program

Elegy, from August 4, 1964 (2008) by Stucky (1949-2016).

Concerto for Clarinet and String Orchestra, with Harp and Piano (1947-48) by Copland (1900-90).

Fire in my mouth (2018) by Wolfe (b. 1958).

Other artists

The Crossing

Young People’s Chorus of New York City

This was not on our original list of subscription concerts.  I didn’t find the program, by modern American composers, particularly exciting.  A couple of weeks ago I got an email offering discounted tickets at $59 each, so I bit.

Steven Stucky died a couple years ago from brain tumor.  He got his Ph. D. from Cornell about the same time I did, and remained there for 34 more years on the faculty.

Stucky was not quite 15 on August 4, 1964, and the fateful events he was trying to capture with the oratorio were Kennedy’s assassination a few months prior, and the discovery of the bodies of three murdered civil rights workers, with the backdrop of Vietnam war.  The work was commissioned by the Dallas Symphony during van Zweden’s tenure.  Elegy is an (authorized) stand-alone excerpt that lasts about 7 minutes.

The Playbill the piece as “That musical cell exhales grief – a descending combination of notes that permeates this doleful Elegy.”  What I heard wasn’t particularly sad, and what’s most prominent about the piece was the reuse of this theme (not even sure if it was the “descending combination”.)  As with much modern music, the effect was like the ripple in my mind caused by a thrown pebble, disappearing after a short while.

Copland’s clarinet concerto consists of two movements: Slowly and expressively, and Rather fast; the piece lasts about 16 minutes.  Simple enough.  It supposedly had so many jazz elements in the second movement that Koussevitzky – a usual champion of Copland’s music – would not perform it unless Copland removed that movement and recast the first as a piece for string orchestra.  Copland first agreed, then changed his mind as he thought this would undercut the integrity of the concerto.  (Interesting contrast with Stucky thinking a seven-minute extract could stand on its own.)  Unfortunately all this back-and-forth was more interesting than the piece itself, a problem possibly exacerbated by the relatively poor acoustics at our seats; the clarinet sounded weak.  The only part that was close to being interesting was the last few minutes.

The piece was written with Benny Goodman in mind, and for its New York Philharmonic premiere Goodman was the clarinetist and Copland was the conductor.

Anthony McGill at the end of the Clarinet Concerto.

Julia Wolfe’s piece Fire in my mouth was written in commemoration of the fire at a garment factory in New York on March 25, 1911 that killed 146 workers.  It was jointly commissioned by New York Philharmonic.  The singing is done by a women’s choir and a girls’ choir.  The Crossing is a professional chamber choir, this was first encounter with the ensemble.  We had heard the YPC of NYC a couple of times before, with Mostly Mozart.

Per the Playbill, the libretto draws on “oral history interviews, and on folk and protest songs.”  Characterized as an oratorio, the hour-length program consists of four parts (i) immigration; (ii) factory; (iii) protest; and (iv) fire.  The factory workers in question were mostly Italian and Jewish immigrants.  The term “Fire in my mouth” is a quote from an activist who was pointing out the atrocious conditions faced by these factory workers.  I couldn’t tell if this activist had any direct involvement with people who perished in this fire.

I didn’t expect – and didn’t get – any elaborate staging for the piece.  There was a rather large screen with images projected on them, probably vintage footage from that era.   The piece started with five ladies describing how they came to America, then joined by all the factory workers.  The girls choir members then marched down the center aisles during the third movement.  At the end the Crossings members were at the front of the stage, the YPC members in the back.  I assume there is a monitor hung on the war for the girls to see the direction (I couldn’t tell on account of where I was seated), although van Zweden would turn around and direct them every now and then.

After listening to the first three parts I came away with the impression that Wolfe writes music in only one way.  I have no idea what “post-minimalist” means (does it mean more, less, or simply different?), but would just characterize it as dull.  Things did come to life a bit in Part 4 where people were dying.  The women’s choir is listed as “amplified,” we brought along the wrong binoculars, so couldn’t find out if the singers were wearing Broadway-style wireless microphones; and wonder why amplification was necessary. 

The principals were called out by the audience's applause many times.  Here Wolfe was walking towards van Zweden.  In the left were (probably) the directors of the choral ensembles.

Given the social justice nature of the first and third pieces in the program, one wonders how the Copland piece belongs.  In the Wolfe piece I felt some facts were distorted so the main point would not get distracted.  The Immigration story started with the five women declaring they didn’t have passports; I am sure the immigration process was different then, and Ellis Island and Angel Island (or their predecessors) were where people (with or without passports) first processed.  The use of all-women voices would give the impression, intended or not, that only women suffered in the hands of their employers.  But when the victims’ names were projected onto the screen at the end, there were a few Jacobs and Abrahams in the list. One wonders what other distortions are in the program, and would it be so bad to have a few voices to represent male victims?

That I didn’t have high expectations in the program is evidenced by my no including it in my original CYO subscription.  I managed to get somewhat excited by the prospect of a new experience, but was ultimately disappointed.  Here is the New York Times review, mostly devoted to Wolfe’s work.

Today was warmer, and we just had takeout food inside our SUV.

Metropolitan Opera – Debussy’s Pelleas et Melisande. January 22, 2019.

Metropolitan Opera at Lincoln Center.  Balcony (Seat C104, $92.50).

Story.  Golaud, widowed grandson of King Arkel, meets Melisande near a fountain, brings her to the castle, and eventually marries her.  Pelleas, Golaud’s half-brother, is asked to look after Melisande.  They go to a well in the park, and Melisande accidentally drops her wedding ring in the well when the clock strikes noon.  She is urged by Pelleas to tell her husband Golaud the truth.  When asked by Golaud, she lies, and is asked to take Pelleas to the park to retrieve her ring.  Later, Pelleas is at Melisande’s window and tells her he is leaving.  Golaud appears and asks them to stop behaving like children; later Golaud tells Pelleas that Melisande is pregnant.  Eventually Golaud gets so suspicious that he quizzes his son Yniold if anything has happened between Pelleas and Melisande, and Yniold hasn’t seen anything.  Regardless, Golaud is suspicious and abuses Melisande on one occasion.  Pelleas and Melisande visit the well and profess love for one another, while they kiss Golaud appears and kills Pelleas.  Melisande gives birth prematurely and admits that she loved Pelleas before she dies.  King Arkel remarks that it is the newborn baby’s turn.

Yannick Nezet-Seguin – conductor.  Golaud – Kyle Ketelsen; Melisande – Isabel Leonard; Arket – Ferruccio Furlanetto; Pelleas – Paul Appleby; Yniold – A. Jesse Schopflocher.

Today is Sunday January 27, and I have three writeups to do before a (possible) concert tomorrow; thus this will be a rushed job.  And the bottom line for this opera?  Most of the little impression it left on me has faded by now, five days later.  I do remember when I walked away at the end of the performance, I asked “why?”  And that question is at many levels.

We can start with how a conductor reacted after being asked of P&M will ever be a success, the answer was “It was never intended to be …”  Debussy evidently thought popular success equaled artistic failure, going so far as to entertaining the formation of a Society of Musical Esoterism.  He intended for the opera to be performed in Paris’s small avant-garde theaters and private homes.  Ironically, P&M premiered in Opera Comique, and gave him international celebrity.  This success may have stopped Debussy from writing a second opera.

The play the opera is based on is a Symbolist drama.  I don’t really know what that means, other than it might mean one is to read into the words ideal beauty in an ideal world.  That may explain why the story doesn’t try to answer what many would consider obvious questions.  One of them relates to Melisande’s background, we know she is beautiful, but simply appears near the fountain as the story begins.  Another question would be when did P & M fall in love?  They kiss once (per the Met synopsis) and Pelleas is killed.  If the Program Note had not mentioned it, I wouldn’t catch the sheep being led to slaughter is meant to represent how destiny leads to P&M’s deaths.

The story in the opera develops in a series of 15 short vignettes spread over five acts.  A typical scene would last 10 to 15 minutes.  The basic setup are several walls.  As the stage rotates, the space would become the prop for a particular scene.  Works okay, although they could have spent a bit more money on the set.  There are many stretches of vocal silences, filled with beautiful Debussian orchestral music.  Indeed I thought many passages that reminded me of La Mer, especially at the beginning.  There is little, if any, choral singing in the opera.

Most of the voices came through quite well to our seats in the balcony.  The only singer I know about, Paul Appleby, was the sole exception.  His voice was so weak that I expected someone would announce that he couldn’t continue.  He finished the performance, and I don’t know if he was not well.  I have heard Appleby several times in the past, and don’t recall not liking his performance, so this was an exception.  The boy soprano did a great job.

Music Director Yannick Nezet-Seguin at curtain call, flanked by Appleby and Leonard.

The New York Times review has a lot of good things to say about the performance.  He contrasts what Nezet-Seguin wants in how the orchestra sounds with the “old sound.” (In simple words, more bass.)  He also mentioned how Appleby sounded weak with the low notes.

It was a cold night (if I recall), so we had dinner at East Szechuan Garden.  Traffic was light, as it tends to be during the winter months after Christmas.

New York Philharmonic – Jaap van Zweden, conductor; Yefim Bronfman, piano. January 18, 2019.

David Geffen Hall at Lincoln Center.  Orchestra 1 (Seat K109, $61.50).

Program

Piano Concerto No. 2 in B-flat major, Op. 19 (1788-1801) by Beethoven (1770-1827).

Symphony No. 2 in E minor, Op. 27 (1906-08) by Rachmaninoff (1873-1943).

I am sure I have heard both pieces live before, many times.  The surprise was I was familiar with only one of the three movements in the Beethoven, and one of the four in the Rachmaninoff.

The adjective “Mozartian” is often associated with early Beethoven works, and this concerto, composed when he was around 20, falls comfortable in that description.  Not that one would mistake it for Mozart, but the structure and the use of repeated notes clearly reminded one of Mozart’s compositions.  The brilliant sounds in Beethoven’s music perhaps reflected the availability of more modern instruments, and the contrasts and the techniques asked of the performer are characteristics of Beethoven. A pianist can analyze the similarities and the differences, I can make only qualitative assessments.

It was a delightful opening to this morning concert (started at 11 am.)  Bronfman in the past played mostly virtuoso pieces (say by Rachmaninoff), although I had heard him play this concerto before, with Alan Gilbert and the New York Philharmonic, as part of a Beethoven concerto cycle.  His approach seemed fresh and exciting, and worked well with van Zweden on the podium.  Our seats in the center of the hall afforded us a great view of his face, but not his hands.  One comment I have was both he, and the orchestra, for that matter, looked a bit too serious.  The three movements are Allegro con brio, Adagio, and Rondo: Molto allegro.

Bronfman after the Beethoven concerto.

The Rachmaninoff symphony is over an hour long.  One of the first reviewers remarked that “this may be slightly overlong for the general audience, but how fresh, how beautiful it is!” I must admit I did look at my watch a couple of times, but also that it didn’t feel long at all.  Van Zweden did seem to take the music at a rather quick pace, and I thought the orchestra sounded a bit muddled at times.  Nonetheless, the music was exciting, and sometimes quite loud.  As with Rachmaninoff’s piano concertos, the listener didn’t need to do a lot of “work,” they only needed to go along for the ride.

The four movements of the symphony are (i) Largo - Allegro moderato; (ii) Allegro molto - Meno mosso - Tempo I; (iii) Adagio; and (iv) Allegro vivace - Adagio - Tempo precedente.

van Zweden was applauded enthusiastically at the conclusion of the Rachmaninoff symphony.  He was quite good at acknowledging the players and sections.

To expand on the remark I made at the beginning of this writeup, I am familiar with the Rondo in Beethoven, and the Adagio in Rachmaninoff.  The Rondo is fun (that’s why I thought the musicians could smile a little,) and the Adagio contains one of the sadder and beautiful melodies.

There was a recent review article in the New York Times that talked about the new, louder sound of the Philharmonic, so I tried to make my own assessment.  Clearly the Beethoven didn’t suffer from that “problem” as a reduced size orchestra was used.  Some passages in the Rachmaninoff were quite loud, to being overwhelming.  I don’t see anything wrong with that; isn’t music supposed to overwhelm at times?  And I am not sure that’s a recent phenomenon.

We decided to drive up for this morning program.  Parking was at one of these ICON places, and the new APP is such that there was some confusion on when the car can be released. (Every time the APP is refreshed, the clock resets.)  It took me a while to convince the attendant that I wasn’t the cause of the problem.  In any case, we got home in good time, after grabbing some food in the Cheesequake service area.

Metropolitan Opera – Cilea’s Adriana Lecouvreur. January 8, 2019.

Metropolitan Opera at Lincoln Center.  Balcony (Seat C5, $133.)

Story.  The story evolves around three main characters: Adriana the actress, Maurizio, and the Princess of Bouillon.  Both women are in love with Maurizio.  Maurizio gives Adriana a bouquet of violets, which he happens to leave at the palace of the Prince (husband of the Princess.)  When the Princess shows up, Maurizio pretends the flowers are for her. Afraid of being caught with her lover, the Princess hides when the Prince sos up. Adriana also arrives, hoping to convince the Prince to promote Maurizio (who is actually the illegitimate son of the Polish emperor.)  Adriana ends up helping the Princess escape, without she and the Princess finding out about the identity of the other.  At the palace party the two finally recognized each other’s voices; the Princess made Adriana recite a play, and Adriana hits back by directly the play’s venom at her.  By then Adriana thinks Maurizio no longer loves her, but the Princess instead.  Adriana gives up on theater, but her colleagues convince her to return.  A package marked “From Maurizio” arrives, and in it is a wither bouquet of violets.  Adriana takes that as a final insult from Maurizio, smells it, and throws it in the fire.  Maurizio is summoned to Adriana to reassert his love for her.  She is sick from the flowers, and dies in his arms.

Conductor – Gianandrea Noseda.  Adriana Lecouvreur – Anna Netrebko; Maurizio – Piotr Beczala, Princess of Bouillon – Anita Rachveliashvili, Michonnet – Ambrogio Maestri, Abbe de Chazeuil – Carlo Bosi, Prince of Bouillon – Maurizio Muzaro.

The Program Note begins with the sentence “… is an opera some people love to hate.”  Given all the positive things about the opera, it is a pity that I have to agree with it, at least on many aspects.

Should I go first with the good or the bad?  I knew about the composer Cilea, but couldn’t remember what I knew him for on the day of this performance.  (I have three arias of his on my iPhone, two from Act 1 of this opera, and one from his L’Arlesiana.)  The synopsis is probably the longest I have ever seen, and I wondered as I read it at home if it had to be so complicated.  Indeed there were many other characters in the story who had significant roles, but they overall added to the confusion.  A case of not being able to cull one’s own writing?  As a bad writer myself I sympathize.

In its defense, the story in the opera (and the play) is based on real people, and real people’s lives are complicated.  A great writer should be able to distill these complexities into appropriate story lines.  With a bit of mixed metaphor, the Broadway show Les Miserables and the opera War and Peace are great examples of how this could be done.

Every season I look for operas I have not seen before, and can usually find a couple that fit my schedule.  That Netrebko is in the cast certainly helped with the decision in this case.  And she is the real deal in this case.  I don’t have the vocabulary to describe a beautiful human voice, so the reader has to assume they are all used here.  Her technique was simply amaIt seemed no matter where she was on stage, whether it was loud or soft, her voice could be clearly heard where we sat.  In Act III there were quite a few lines that were practically spoken, and she delivered them with much clarity and heft.  The unnecessary complexity of the story made it difficult to be invested emotionally in the opera, and it wasn’t until in the last act when she lamented over the wilted violets that I began to feel a degree of sadness.

I had seen Anita Rachveliashvili several times before, including Carmen and Prince Igor.  I was very impressed with her Carmen.  Her performance today by-and-large matched that of Netrebko.  The only missing component was a “soft high.”  In reading my blog that was my comment about her other performances also.  The audience certainly gave her first aria a very prolonged applause.

Beczala was featured in Opera News recently, and the interview gave a lot of insight to how he cultivated his career.  By all indication he is on track.  We saw him this past May in Zurich where he put in an excellent performance as Werther.  In the large Met auditorium he had to work harder, and he was good, but not quite up to the level of the two leading ladies.

This was the first time the McVicar production is used at the Met, although it debuted in Covent Garden in 2010.  Traditional with a twist: in Act IV we have a theater stage and the chairs and table in front constituted Adriana’s house; grand yet simple: the palace scene in Act III occupies a lot of real estate but there is not much of this ornateness one expects from the 1730 Paris (Rococco, says the Playbill.)  Perhaps it works well for the actors, and there are no pauses for scene changes, but to the audience it is just unremarkable.  I still don’t understand why the stage is usually poorly lit so often.

There is a rather extended ballet session in Act III.  That was the norm for operas written during that period, but to me the time is probably better used to clarify the story. The opera started with Act II of the play, so that’s another candidate for that interval.  I am sure the dancers are all accomplished professionals, but to me ballets seldom belong unless it propels the story along (such as in La Traviata.)

The music is generally very pleasant to listen to, but there are few catchable tunes.  The orchestra played well.  There were quite a few solo lines, especially for the violin, and they were all done with precision and aplomb.

I can lament about various aspects of the opera, but it is what it is, and Cilea is not around to modify it.  Put that way, I must say I enjoyed it, mostly for the superb singing, though.  While I still say the singing makes or breaks a performance, I do wish for more.

Curtain Call with Noseda in front.  The main characters are standing behind him.  This is the set for Act 4.  All the lights were turned on as Adriana dies in her home.

The New York Times critic saw this when it premiered the season on New Year’s eve.  The review was one wave of praise after another.  There was not one single thing he would take issue with.

All traffic reports said the Hudson crossings were clear, so we took Lincoln Tunnel, getting there at around 5:30 pm.  We noticed a lot of buses lined up on the left side and was wondering what was happening.  They eventually stopped using the center tunnel and came to the south tunnel.  We were witnessing the “rush hour changeover.”  We had Chinese takeout inside the car.

Boston Pops Orchestra. Keith Lockhart, conductor. December 19, 2018.

Symphony Hall, Boston.  (Balcony, Seat 1BC-D24, $59.50).

Program – Holiday Pops.

Artists

Tanglewood Festival Chorus, James Burton, conductor.

David McFerrin, baritone and narrator.

Boston Symphony Hall hosts a series of Holiday Pops concerts during the Christmas season, from December 6 – 24, and my babysitting duties this week allowed me to catch one of the 4 pm performances, together with Emmie and Joe.

Selfie with Joe and Emmie.

Not quite Beethoven’s Ninth.  It’s not called “Holiday Pops” for nothing.

The entire program, with intermission and two encores, lasted two hours, so it was a substantial concert, at least as far as length of programming is concerned.

The numbers were a mixture of holiday favorites (most rearranged) and more classical compositions, dominated by the former.

I was surprised at how unabashedly Christian the program was, there seemed to be no apologies to sing Silent Night with the line “Christ the Savior is born.”  I guess the regulars know what to expect, and am surprised there was no adverse reactions from the audience.

The Chorus, the Orchestra, McFerrin and Lockhart.

One song in the program was “Twelve Days of Christmas” with a twist.  Whenever a numbered gift was mentioned, the orchestra would play spliced in melodies reflecting those twists. What I remember: 3 French horns were raised for 3 French hens; Beethoven’s fifth played for the fifth day; themes from both Le Cygnet and Swan Lake were used for the 7 swans; Lockhart did a few dance steps when they came to 9 ladies dancing; Tom Brady’s athletic shirt was raised for the twelfth day.

Cartoons and animations accompanied some selections, which Emmie really enjoyed watching.

Joe has gone to this event several times over the years, and tells me the major anchor pieces are the same: Twelve Days of Christmas and the Peace begins with Me encore.

The Chorus did this without pay.  Given how many times they run this program, I assume there is a net profit to be made.

I was hoping to attend a BSO concert during my week here, but none was to be found this time of the year.  It was still nice to be at Emmie’s first full-length concert, and she did very well.

Emmie and I ubered to Symphony Hall, and caught a ride with Joe to return to Somerville.

This is my 610^th entry in this blog, and 85^th for this year.

Monmouth Civic Chorus. Ryan James Brandau, conductor. December 16, 2018.

Count Basie Theatre, Red Bank, NJ.  (Orchestra, Seat M2).

Program – Joy to the World

Artists

Nola Richardson, soprano

Matawan-Aberdeen Middle School Dolce, Nadine Greenspan, Director

This is the third year of our tradition of attending this MCC Christmas concert with the Homs.  While this year’s program has some overlap with prior years’ programs, there is enough new material to make the evening interesting.

The biggest gripe is still with how poorly the chorus’s sound carried into our seating area.  I checked our seats for prior seasons, they were all in this same general area.  I wonder if other seating areas have similar issues.

In contrast, the soprano’s voice came across very well.  What she sang included a few selections from Handel’s Messiah, and her singing certainly was on the level of what I heard at NJ Symphony this past Friday.

Brandau acknowledging soprano Richardson at end of first half of program.  Note the harpsichord towards the right of the photograph.

The appearance of this young girl’s chorus Dolce added to the atmosphere.  They did quite well with their first song (on stage) but not so well with the second one (in front of the stage.)  It is my own experience working with teenagers that it is very difficult to get them to project their voices while singing.  And the poor acoustics didn’t help.

This year the orchestra seemed to take a more prominent role than in the past.

Attendance again was quite good, quite a few small children, and one baby (he/she did cry at some point.)  A good time was had by all …

I have a 8:30 pm flight up to Boston this evening, so we rushed out of the theater at the end of the program.  Turns out flights are delayed because of weather in the area, so we had time to eat something at Cheesequake service plaza before Anne dropped me off.

I am now booked on the 7:35 pm flight which will leave at 9:29 pm.  The original 8:30 pm flight is now scheduled for 11:10 pm departure.

New Jersey Symphony – Patrick Dupre Quigley, conductor. December 14, 2018.

Richardson Auditorium, Princeton, NJ.  (Seat M5, $40).

Program

Messiah (1741) by Handel (1685-1759).

Artists

Margot Rood, soprano; Reginald Mobley, countertenor; Steven Soph, tenor; Charles Wesley Evans, baritone.

Montclair State University Singers, Heather J. Buchanan, director.

Yes, this was the second time this season I went to a Messiah performance.  And I enjoyed it as much as the one a couple of days ago, even though the two performances differed in several aspects.

The first one was the size of the hall.  David Geffen Hall has a capacity of about 2750, while Richardson Auditorium is much small at 900 (both numbers from Wikipedia, I had thought Richardson sat about 1200.)  Row M is 13 rows from the stage, and the entire orchestra section has all of 15 rows.  So it was a much more intimate performance, perhaps closer to the way Handel intended it (I haven’t done the research.)

That would also mean the singers (both soloists and chorus members) didn’t have to strain their voices so much, and consequently I didn’t get the sense they were tired after the intermission.

There must be more than enough competent singers at Montclair State, with a student population of about 25,000.  But it is not Westminster Choir College where every student is a music major, many of whom in voice- and choral-related disciplines.  Westminster, being better known, probably gets recruited by well-known revenues more than Montclair – indeed they sang with the Philadelphia Orchestra before singing with the New York Phil.  One gets the feeling the Montclair folks sing with more urgency and freshness, even though they may not sound as smooth or dynamic as Westminster.  If one can get past that, one can sense – and enjoy – the urgency that is exhibited by the Montclair singers.

Having said that, there were some instances that I take issue with how the chorus went about its singer.  One example was the heavy emphasis on some notes in “For we like sheep;” it felt like they went with mf-mp couplets.

Also, many chorus numbers had the four soloists sing parts as quartets.  I noticed at least three places, such as “Since by man came death …”  I don’t know the reasons that went into that decision, but suppose it both gave the soloists more “air time” as well as let the chorus skip over some of the more difficult passages.  Perhaps this has happened before, but this was the first time I noticed it.

With his first voice appearance, he tenor Steven Soph certainly set a high standard for the other three to follow.  He had great control of his phrasing, seemed able to hold his breath for a long time, and sang with a very pleasant voice to boot.  While the other soloists didn’t quite measure up, they came close.  Margot Rood’s voice at first sounded a bit unrefined, but it grew on the audience.  Her rendition of “I know that my Redeemer liveth” had Wyrick standing for the violin accompaniment; it worked very well.  The countertenor Reginald Mobley has a refined sounding voice, but he didn’t quite sing with the heft that would make some of the numbers more memorable.  I do wonder how he would sound in a larger hall (the Newark Cathedral, for instance.)  Bass Charles Wesley Evans had a nice duet with the trumpet when he sang “The trumpet shall sound.”  The trumpet sounded great, and I need to find out who it was.

Patrick Dupre Quigley led the orchestra and the chorus with precision.  At the conclusion of the concert Heather Buchanan went on stage and the artists received one of the heartiest applauses I have seen from a New Jersey crowd.  Buchanan was sitting in front of us, and we could see how tense she was, sometimes nodding her head, sometimes shaking it.  I do think someone should start a petition to have her conduct the oratorio one of these years.  I, for one, think she can do a great job with it.

From left to right: tenor Steven Soph, countertenor Reginald Mobley, baritone Charles Wesley Evans, soprano, conductor Patrick Dupre Quigley (on podium), Heather Buchanan, and trumpeteer.

While attendance was good, I still wish more people would discover and appreciate these local institutions.

Traffic was not bad heading down, but I had a bit of trouble finding off-street parking.  We still had time for a quick meal at Mamoun’s before the concert.  Returning home was quite straightforward.

New York Philharmonic – Jonathan Cohen, conductor. December 12, 2018.

David Geffen Hall at Lincoln Center.  Orchestra (Seat BB19, $40.)

Program

Messiah (1741) by Handel (1685-1759).

Artists

Lauren Snoufer, soprano; Anthony Roth Costanzo, countertenor; Andrew Staples, tenor; Neal Davies, bass-baritone.

Westminister Symphonic Choir, Joe Miller, director.

Continuo: Carter Brey, cello; Max Zeugner, bass; Thomas, trumpet; Kent Trittle, organ; Andrew Henderson, harpsichord.

To get a sense of how many Messiah concerts I have attended (not as many as I thought,) I looked back on my blog for them.  One I landed on quite accidentally was the one in 2014.  Some of the words and phrases I used to describe the various components of the performance were: unremarkable, sounded a bit forced, wasn’t at all exceptional, muddled through it.

Without a doubt my assessment of tonight’s concert was very different.  Very soon into the program I was already impressed with how great the oratorio sounded.

The first thing that hit was how precise the chorus was.  Not until it made the first “mistake” (precision) did it occur to me the choir sounded like four voices (instead of four groups of voices,) and that applied to some of the faster 16^th-note runs.  And the phrasing was exquisite.  Oftentimes one could tell how the sopranos strained to reach the high notes (e.g., the A in Hallelujah chorus), but not today.

The individual soloists all did well.  Costanzo, who was impressive in the Glass Handel performance I heard, also did well tonight.  Perhaps it is the characteristic of the countertenor’s range and timbre, the voice didn’t carry as well as it did in the much smaller church a couple of weeks ago.  I suppose the performances were a lot more intimate in Handel’s time. This was the first time I heard Lauren Snouffer sing, and I was impressed.  The aria “I know that my redeemer liveth” was done in a most assured manner.  The Program marks this as her NY Phil debut, although she sang 2014 NY Phil Biennial, per her biography.  The two other male voices were also solid.

And it was always nice to hear the trumpet in the aria “The trumpet shall sound.”

I was ready to crown the performance with “the best ever I have heard” about 30 minutes into the program, and indeed it was a most enjoyable experience.  A poorly performed Messiah can feel likes a few well-known songs with middle-of-the-road material in between; and that was absolutely not the case here.  The quality of the chorus did seem to deteriorate a little bit after the intermission.  One reason may be the length of the program which puts a real demand on the chorus’s voices.  In that sense the Hallelujah Chorus wasn’t as great as I anticipated.

Conclusion of Messiah Performane

There must be many editions of this oratorio.  The version I heard in 2014 was about 15 minutes longer, had a part for a boy soprano, and a virginal was used (although I didn’t see it.)  For tonight we had the conductor at the harpsichord, as well as one sitting behind the orchestra.

Thanks to the 15 minutes that was edited out, I managed to make the 10:20 pm train, although I had to run from the subway terminal to Track 13, and made the train with less than a minute to spare.  Thanks to the NJ Transit App, I could look at the track information and buy the ticket online without going to the monitor or the ticket machine.

My ticket was bought from Goldstar, and the attendance for tonight was quite good.

Metropolitan Opera – Puccini’s Il Trittico. December 5, 2018.

Metropolitan Opera at Lincoln Center.  Orchestra (Seat M22, $25.)

Story.  See previous post.

Conductor – Betrand de Billy.

Cast Il Tabarro: Giorgetta – Amber Wagner, Michele – George Gagnidze, Luigi – Marcelo Alvarez.

Cast Suor Angelica: Sister Angelica – Kristine Opolais, The Princess – Stephanie Blythe, The Monitor – MaryAnn McCormick

Cast Gianni Schicchi: Zita – Stephanie Blythe, Lauretta – Kristina Mkhitaryan, Rinuccio – Atalla Ayan, Gianni Schicchi – Placido Domingo.

Anne and I saw these operas in 2009, while I forgot most of the experience, the writeup I did in some way baselined my expectations.

The Program Notes has a lot of good things to say about these three one-hour operas, including drawing a parallel with hell, purgatory, and heaven.  My encounter tonight would have to stretched considerably to be close to that.  The first opera was clearly very dark, with Michele first killing Luigi and then Giorgetta.  The second opera was just sad, with Angelica committing suicide at the end; the “redemption scene” was an incongruous add-on, in my opinion.  The third one was just a comedy, and contains the famous melody “O mia babbino caro.”  I can’t imagine anyone associating the plot with anything that happens in heaven.  The Program Notes contains remarks to the effect that Suor Angelica is the weakest, and Gianni Schicchi is the strongest.  That would mean Il Tabarro is in the middle.

Not having found deep meaning in the operas, we come to how I reacted to each opera.

Before curtain someone came on stage.  Instead of the announcement of a cast change, she mentioned that Marcelo Alvarez had a sore throat but decided to go on and asked for understanding.  I had heard Alvarez several times, and have characterized his performance from great to adequate.  Tonight’s was more towards the adequate end of the spectrum.  He didn’t seem to have a firm approach to some of the high notes (surprisingly few, in any case.)

Curtain call Il Tabarro (which according to Google Translate means a coat).  The people in the center are Alvarez, Wagner, and Gagnidze.

The headline singer in Suor Angelica was, of course, Kristine Opolais.  With binoculars and a seat in Row M, I had a good view of her role.  I have been puzzled by the praises that have been heaped on her in recent years, and tonight didn’t change that view.  She certainly sang well, but not exceptionally so.  She could also use more coaching in acting.

 Suor Angelica was the only opera where we were shown the set at curtain call.

Blythe and Opolais.  Not sure who is on the left.

Domingo is the big name for Gianni Schicchi.  Many critics have panned Domingo as a baritone, and I had always defended him.  Tonight’s performance would provide ammunition to those who call for his retirement from singing.  It also calls to mind the interview of Beczala who said he would rather retire at his peak as a tenor, rather than follow the footsteps of Domingo (ouch!)  However, it is a monumental achievement to be singing for a 50^th season, as this season is for Domingo.  “O mia babbino caro” is always a crowd pleaser, and is the (short) aria that could well be worth the price of (a regular) admission, but tonight’s rendition was just adequate.

 Domingo at the end of Gianni Schicchi.

The lady in the short red skirt is Mkhitaryan, to her left Domingo, and her right Ayan.

It isn’t a surprise that the standout was Blythe who appeared in 2 of the 3 operas.  In the 2009 performance we saw, Patricia Racette sang all three lead soprano roles.

So my specific comments about the performances were all negative.  However, I was glad to have gone. So, perhaps there is some truth that when taken together, the operas will provide a more powerful effect.

I found some extra time on my hands this week as a trip to Asia didn’t materialize.  While the performance didn’t have too many seats left, I still managed to get a rush ticket, in Row M.  The regular price for this area is $160 (my guess looking at the prices for 12/12), in the typical rush ticket section of Row BB the price is $85.  The view is clearly better, but I am not sure the acoustics is close to twice as good.  Most of Domingo’s singing was done stage right, that probably contributed to my having problems with his performance.

The New York Times review is very positive, even labeling this as “NYT Critic’s Pick.”  In addition to calling this a “very fine” Trittico, the reviewer also had good things to say about all the principals.  Regarding Domingo, the reviewer wrote “That 1968 Times review described him as ‘a strapping fellow with a plangent and sizable voice as well as considerable stage magnetism.’ Fifty years later, I second that.”

With two long intermissions, the three operas – each lasting about an hour – took more than four hours this evening.  I had enough time to walk from Penn Station to Lincoln Center, and had to wait for the 12:05 am train to return to New Jersey.

New Jersey Symphony – Joshua Weilerstein, conductor; Aaron Diehl, piano. December 1, 2018.

State Theatre of New Jersey, New Brunswick.  Orchestra (Seat D103, $25).

Program

La creation du monde (The Creation of the World) (1922-23,) Op. 81 by Milhaud (1892-1974).

Rhapsody in Blue (1924) by Gershwin (1898-1937).

Piano Concerto in D Minor in One Movement (1933) by Price (1987-1953).

Suite from The Firebird (1909-10, 1919 revision) by Stravinsky (1882-1971).

This was an interesting concert, all the pieces were composed within 20 years or so, in early 20^th century.  Joshua Weilerstein was the assistant conductor of New York Philharmonic, and now leads an ensemble in Lausanne.  He is the brother of the well-known cellist Alisa Weilerstein.

French composer Darius Milhaud was known for polytonality, jazz, and Brazilian rhythms.  The Program Notes added “an unmistakable French irony.”  Again per the Program Notes, “The Creation” was derived from African folk tales.  I am sure there are multiple versions of how the world came into being in the diverse continent, and wonder what particular regional tales Milhaud had in mind when he wrote this.  (We can start with the former French colonies, I guess.)

The piece was performed by a small ensemble, dominated by woodwind, brass, and percussion instruments.  The creation story is told by the sequential introduction of animals, vegetables, then man and woman who come to awareness, desire, consummation, and fulfillment.  Easy enough, except I didn’t get the “plot” at all, such as it is.  I did hear the clarinet solo, but couldn’t associate it with “the human couple’s dance of desire.”  I suppose additional hearings would make me more appreciative of the piece.  For this hearing, the only “characteristic” I could get was the jazz.

The opening theme from George Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue is well-known, especially for someone who sits inside United Airlines aircraft a lot.  While I am sure I have heard this before, I was familiar only with segments it, totaling less than 5 minutes.  To a jazz aficionado, the intervening parts where the music meanders on must sound great, to me it was just music meandering.  I wonder if I will ever get to appreciate jazz in all its forms.

Weilerstein did relay a story about Gershwin talking to Ravel and Stravinsky about learning composition from them.  Ravel’s answer was Gershwin shouldn’t try to be the second Ravel, and Stravinsky, after finding out how much Gershwin made, said may be he should be Gershwin’s student instead.  He also talked about how unusual Florence Beatrice Price’s life was.

This was our first encounter with Price, the first African-American female composer to have a symphony performed by a major American orchestra (the Chicago Symphony, no less.)  Only the reduced score was left (didn’t they have an archival system at CSO?), and what we heard today was reconstructed by Trevor Weston of Drew University.  The style is “neo-romantic,” which to me simply meant traditional.  The Program Notes for a concert I attended recently mentioned that Dvorak thought it would be proper for American composers to find their voice in spirituals; regardless of if Price had met Dvorak (as Weilerstein mused), there were certain some similarities in the sound with the New World Symphony.

Aaron Diehl after performing the two piano pieces.

Frankly, up to this point the concert had been more a lesson in musicology, illustrating what composers did during the 30 or so year time period.  So I was happy to be on familiar ground when the Suite from The Firebird was performed.  It closed out the evening in some enjoyable music.  The excerpts are: Introduction and Dance of the Firebird, Dance of the Princesses, Infernal Dance of King Katschei, Berceuse, and Finale.

Joshua Weilerstein led a spirited rendition of Stravinsky's Firebird Suite.

We were at our Pastor’s house for dinner, and mistimed when we left, so we just made it to the State Theatre.  Our tickets at $25 each were a great deal, and the auditorium was reasonably full (at least the orchestra section.)

Faculty Recital – Yi-Heng Yang, fortepiano. November 30, 2018.

Room 350, Mannes School of Music, The New School, Manhattan.

Program

Polonaises F. 12 by W. F. Bach (1710-1784).

   No. 1 in C Major

   No. 8 in E Minor

   No. 12 in G Minor

Sonata in G Major for Violin and Piano, I. 379 by Mozart (1756-1791).

Trio in D Major, Hob XV. 24 by Haydn (1732-1809).

Melody from Orfeo ed Euridice by Gluck (1714-1787).

Sonata in A Major, op. 30 no. 1 by Beethoven (1770-1827).

Artists

Daniel Lee, violin

Max Zeugner, double bass

Yi-Heng is on the faculty of Mannes, and her father told us about this recital.

Yi-Heng began by explaining the instrument in the relatively small room (filled with about 40 people, I had to sit on the window sill,) and how the different registers were designed to mimic the sounds of different instruments. The one used this evening is a replica of one in use in Mozart’s time, and the original sits in the Mozart museum in Salzburg.  The instrument is well suited for an intimate setting such as tonight’s.

The audience for the recital.  It packed the small room.

Wilhelm Friedemann Bach was one of J. S. Bach’s many children, and considered one of the best composers among them.  The three short polonaises help me understand (somewhat) the characteristics of the instrument.

Per Chung Shu, Daniel Lee is currently teaching at Yale, and has known Yi-Heng for a long time.  He played tonight’s pieces on a violin strung with gut strings.  Gut strings are sensitive to heat and humidity, and the overcrowded room proved to be a problem.  The violin sound started well, but by the time the concert ended Lee had problems with getting the strings to behave properly, including incidences where no sound would come out (a wet string may not cling to the rosin that readily, that’d be my guess.)

Mozart’s sonata’s tempo markings are (i) Adagio-Allegro; and (ii) Andantino cantabile – Allegretto.  Haydn’s trio was written for the violin, cello, and the piano.  Tonight the cello part was replaced by the double bass.  It worked well.  Max told me afterwards there was no need to transcribe the part.  Reasonable, as the bass is tuned an octave lower than the cello.  The trio’s movements are Allegro; Andante; and Allegro,  ma dolce.

The musicians after performance of the Haydn trio.

The melody from Gluck’s opera isn’t from the one I am familiar with, and played on the double bass sounded very nice.  One could get into an argument if the cello or the bass is the better sounding instrument.

Beethoven’s sixth violin sonata has three movements: Allegro, Adagio, and Allegretto con Varazioni.  I had never heard a Beethoven violin sonata played on period instruments before,   it certainly sounded quite different from how Beethoven’s violin sonatas usually sound.  I guess the fortepiano was still used during Beethoven’s time, so this could have been how Beethoven intended it.

I was able to get most of the music on my iPhone and could follow along.

Chung Shu, Anne and I took the train.  We had dinner at Chipotle’s.

New York Philharmonic – Jaap van Zweden, conductor; Simone Lamsma, violin. November 29, 2018.

David Geffen Hall at Lincoln Center.  Orchestra 2 (Seat BB106, $62.50).

Program

Concerto for Violin and Orchestra, Op. 15 (1938-39, rev. 1950, 1954, 1965) by Britten (1913-76).

Symphony No. 7, Op. 60, Leningrad (1941) by Shostakovich (1906-75).

I bought tonight’s tickets as part of the subscription I signed up for in the summer, and only knew of the headline “Jaap Van Zweden Conducts Shostakovich.”  That was good enough for me to pick the concert.

I found out earlier today the specifics of the program.  It is some strange coincidence that a piece I hadn’t heard before this month, I would hear twice this month (the Britten violin concerto.)  The Shostakovich piece is 77 minutes long per the Playbill, long enough to be a full-length concert by itself.  Put together we have a program over 100 minutes long, rather substantial by any measure.

Simone Lamsma is a Dutch violinist in her 30s, and this was her first appearance with the New York Philharmonic.  Although we heard this played early this month, the piece still sounded as difficult as it did then.  Lamsma certainly could rise up to the technical challenges.  It would be difficult not to compare how her playing stacked up against Hadelich’s, and – with great reluctance – I must give the nod to Hadelich.  Tonight there were more intonation problems, some sloppiness with the harmonics, and I on occasion detected hesitation.

The “Mlynardski” Stradivarius (1718) she performed on sounded very smooth, it projected very well to our seats.  At times it was a bit overwhelmed by the orchestra, though.

Simone Lamsam after performing the Britten Violin Concerto.

In any case, it was violin performance at its peak form, and I was glad to see it a second time.

Lamsma performed a short encore (she announced it from the stage, but I and those around me couldn’t make out what she was saying.)  It was an virtuoso piece, but it would be difficult to get a piece to showcase more of the musician’s prowess after the Britten piece. And this one doesn’t have the glissandi and left-hand pizzicatos required by Britten.

The Playbill contains much background about the Shostakovich symphony, completed at the end of 1941, during the siege of the city.  It was premiered in March, 1942, and found its way to the New York Philharmonic in October, 1942.  The most recent performance by this orchestra was in 2005.  I am quite sure this was my first exposure.

The music didn’t sound as grim as its background would suggest.  Compared to how Shostakovich can sound, this could even be considered sunny.  What most stood out for me was this theme that got repeated by nearly all the sections of the orchestra.  The siege had just started, and all the horrors of the two-plus year siege had not yet visited on Leningrad.  When the symphony was first performed in Leningrad about a year into the siege, the effect was tremendous: “tears of deep feeling welled up in their eyes.  They had not cried over the dead bodies of their loved ones in winter, but now the tears came, …”  Twenty-seven musicians who had rehearsed did not play in the concert, 25 because they had died.

A full orchestra was used, with a large number of percussion instruments, and more than usual number of brasses (seated on both ends of the stage.)  It sounded loud at times for us, we only hope the players wear ear protection.

The full orchestra sounded very loud at times.  Note the brass players at both ends of the orchestra.

This has been a busy week for concerts.  I will need to wrap this write-up very quickly so as not to fall behind.  On Monday I saw Glass Handel with Chung Shu, Wednesday the Pearl Fishers, Thursday evening this New York Philharmonic concert, earlier this (Friday) evening a Mannes faculty concert featuring Yi-heng and Max (guess who told us about the event), and we have tickets for tomorrow’s New Jersey Symphony concert.  So it will be five concerts in six days, four of them in New York City. I feel a bit rushed and overwhelmed, but not tired.

The New York Times review of the program is generally positive, although less insightful than what I usually expect.  The snare drum with the repeated themes also reminded the reviewer of Bolero.  Turns out Lamsma and van Zweden’s cooperation went as far back as 2007.

We were at Ellie’s in the afternoon, and left Hoboken for Lincoln Center around 4:30 pm.  Traffic was okay and we found parking on 70^th.  We were early enough that we found time to eat at Legend 72. The ramp to Turnpike Eastern spur was closed when we exited Lincoln Tunnel, but the detour didn't add a lot of time to our drive home.