Sunday, November 1, 2009

21ST-CENTURY MUSIC / November 2009


21ST
CENTURY
MUSIC

November 2009

Volume 16, Number 11


Work-In-Progress, September 14, 2009


Waltzing to Oblivion / Mark Alburger

Chronicle of September 2009

Illustration / Glen Branca and Ensemble


Editorial Staff

Mark Alburger
EDITOR-PUBLISHER

Harriet March Page
ASSOCIATE EDITOR

Patti Noel Deuter
ASSISTANT EDITOR

Erling Wold
WEBMASTER

Alexis Alrich
Katherine Buono
Ken Bullock
David Cleary
Jeff Dunn
Phillip George
Elliot Harmon
Brian Holmes
Jeff Kaliss
John Lane
Arel Lucas
Michael McDonagh
Tom Moore
William Rowland
Andrew Shapiro
CORRESPONDENTS


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Waltzing to Oblivion / Mark Alburger


It was festive. It was dark. It was the 2009 Opening Night Gala of the San Francisco Symphony, and Music Director Michael Tilson Thomas -- rarely one to provide simply an easy music- appreciation course for the the well-dressed but perhaps rarely-attending-otherwise crowd -- was up to a few old tricks.

Of course, it was all about sex, or at least sensuality, so that helped. Dance music in general, and waltzes in the case of the trio of works heard before intermisson, spring from courtship and display -- concepts that definitely had aural and visual realizations through the course of the evening.

The program? Yes, the program on September 9 at Davies Hall: Franz Lizst's Mephisto Waltz No. 1, Maurice Ravel's La Valse, and Richard Rodgers's Carousel Waltz, followed by a spectacular reading of the Sergei Prokofiev Piano Concerto No. 3 from Lang Lang.

The Lizst, the oldest man of the program, feels nevertheless contemporary in its dangerous, showboating unpredictability. Surely Thomas connects with this dashing 19th-century, intellectual-yet-sensual entertainer/virtuouso/composer, and the reading felt Faustianly fecund, at the edge of the improvisatory.

Ravel's Valse has always been a symbol of decadence and destruction, and was so here. At the same time, it's the product of a composer who never left a note out of place and always maintains his sophisticated craftiness -- even when the wine glasses are over-full. In this context, the Rodgers Carousel felt totally appropriate: this is not music simply for a pops concert, this is concert music among the best.

If the repertory survivors of 20th-century music come from unlikely sources, this is underscored by Prokofiev outrageous circumstances of time and place. The third piano concerto found the composer on the coast of Brittany producing at once one of his most traditional yet innovative works. The piece dances and flies along, particularly under the flamboyant fingers of the likes of Lang, and the musical argument is crystal clear: beautiful, sardonic, surprising. Not a piece for white-people-who-pretend-to-like-classical-music (a concept put forth in an SF tabloid) to sleep to -- indeed, cumulative attention seemed fixed and rapt. The strange anticlimax of a solo Chopin encore did nothing to tamp down the accumulated energy. Imagine how stunning the night would have additionally been with a 21st-century composition, in addition to great 19th- and 20th-century music, in the mix!

Chronicle of September 2009


September 5

Glenn Branca's The Blood. P.S. 1, Long Island City, New York, NY. "Branca’s sextet took a little time to establish the Stomp, but after a few minutes it arrived. Most of the scores Mr. Branca has composed for his electric-guitar ensembles contain parts for bass and drums too, and the Stomp makes its appearance, as reliable as the other parts are shifting. The Stomp is a four-four thump, straight from the garage. When the music gathers its prickly-heat tension, various guitars modulating at odds with one another and at least one playing steady drone chords, the Stomp becomes more stylized: a kind of rock habanera beat. If you have ever been shaken by some of Mr. Branca’s electric-guitar music -- symphonies and shorter works -- you have [perhaps] depended on this beat to carry you through it. Mr. Branca does too. When the beat showed up . . . Branca, who conducted the ensemble at the head of the stairs in the courtyard of P.S. 1, in Long Island City, Queens, casually moved his hips, then his knees, locked together. Halfway through the performance he stood with legs wide apart, bluejeans cuffs rolled up, heels pumping, pompadour falling. Near the end he was slumped over, grasping the top of his music stand, rubbing his face in the score paper, still moving a leg. The Blood is brand new and Lesson No. 3 (Tribute to Steve Reich), the other piece played . . . comes from 2006. Both were written for a band of four guitarists, a bassist and drummer, the same size group as on Mr. Branca’s record The Ascension, from 1981. The return to a small ensemble is a deserved victory lap; his old music has endured, and still sounds great. It’s also a blow scored for the power of simplicity, after his 13th symphony, Hallucination City, first played in 2001, which used 100 musicians. The pieces performed Saturday show that his basic idea is strong enough that it doesn’t necessarily need a villagefull of players to make its point. The Blood, the longer of the two pieces, alternated unison simplicity with harmonic discord. At the beginning the guitarists jumped octaves together. In a slower section the guitarists played chords in dissonant, staggered patterns (and Mr. Branca lighted a cigarette). Then they worked together again, climbing upward in semitones. Toward the end he conducted some improvisations, telling guitarists where to go and how loud to play, before ending the piece in concordance, the drums accelerating to a sudden punk ending. Mr. Branca’s music is New York to the core, or at least what some New York art was around 1981: hard earned, abrasive, frequently awesome" [Ben Ratliff, The New York Times, 9/6/09

Thursday, October 1, 2009

21ST-CENTURY MUSIC / October 2009


21ST
CENTURY
MUSIC

October 2009

Volume 16, Number 10


Work-In-Progress, September 8, 2009


Chronicle of August 2009

Illustration / Paul Moravec - The Letter


Editorial Staff

Mark Alburger
EDITOR-PUBLISHER

Harriet March Page
ASSOCIATE EDITOR

Patti Noel Deuter
ASSISTANT EDITOR

Erling Wold
WEBMASTER

Alexis Alrich
Katherine Buono
Ken Bullock
David Cleary
Jeff Dunn
Phillip George
Elliot Harmon
Brian Holmes
Jeff Kaliss
John Lane
Michael McDonagh
Tom Moore
William Rowland
Andrew Shapiro
CORRESPONDENTS


INFORMATION FOR SUBSCRIBERS

21ST-CENTURY MUSIC is published monthly by 21ST-CENTURY MUSIC, P.O. Box 2842, San Anselmo, CA 94960. ISSN 1534-3219.

Subscription rates in the U.S. are $96.00 per year; subscribers elsewhere should add $48.00 for postage. Single copies of the current volume and back issues are $12.00. Large back orders must be ordered by volume and be pre-paid. Please allow one month for receipt of first issue. Domestic claims for non-receipt of issues should be made within 90 days of the month of publication, overseas claims within 180 days. Thereafter, the regular back issue rate will be charged for replacement. Overseas delivery is not guaranteed. Send orders to 21ST-CENTURY MUSIC, P.O. Box 2842, San Anselmo, CA 94960. email: mus21stc@gmail.com.

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Chronicle of August 2009


August 1

Eve Beglarian paddles down the Mississipi. Little Fall, MN. "Beglarian . . . has built a career translating other people’s obsessions into music. So often the collaborative projects I do are initiated by another person, and my job is to get immersed in what their obsession is -- a text, an idea -- and follow that through,” she said. 'In some ways I think of myself as a responder rather than an initiator, even though the end result might be very personal.' This time the obsession, the mighty Mississippi and its impact on American culture, is her own. On Aug. 1 Ms. Beglarian, 51, put her bright red, 17-foot kayak into the river’s headwaters and -- buoyed by the example of Works Progress Administration artists who documented the state of the country during the Great Depression, as well as a bit of midlife contemplation -- began her passage downstream. 'I thought, ‘O.K., we’re in a depression again, and I need to do this,’ ' she said in a telephone interview from Little Falls, Minn. “Part of it was a response to the economic free fall. Part of it was when Obama got elected, I thought, ‘This is my country, this really is my country, and I need to know what my country is. The river is sort of in this equilibrium between life and death all the time and is comfortable with that. And somehow it’s really important for me right now to embrace that, as the condition of being alive and being conscious, and make my peace with it in some way. For the next three months Ms. Beglarian, who has run a marathon and built a cabin in Vermont, will continue to glide the Mississippi’s 2,300 or so miles, from Lake Itasca in Minnesota to the Gulf of Mexico. Along the way she is collecting snippets of sound, image and history from both her perch on the river and excursions into nearby towns, in wilderness and urban sprawl" [Kathryn Shattuck, The New York Times, 9/2/09].



August 3

Paul Moravec's The Letter (after W. Somerset Maugham), with Patricia Racette and James Maddalena. Santa Fe Opera, Santa Fe, NM. "The Letter . . . had its premiere . . . [on] July [25] and runs through August 18 in an attractively straightforward production by Jonathan Kent. . . . [I]ts composer, Paul Moravec, who writes likable instrumental and choral works (but has not, until now, tackled an opera), won a Pulitzer Prize in 2004. His librettist, Terry Teachout, is a drama critic for The Wall Street Journal and the author of several books. Their source was a 1927 play by W. Somerset Maugham, itself based on Maugham’s decidedly more subtle and atmospheric 1924 short story about a British woman in Malaya who murders her unfaithful lover and persuades her husband and a jury that she was acting in self-defense when he turned up uninvited at her home and tried to rape her. But he was invited: a letter in which she says she is desperate to see him turns up on the eve of the trial. It was probably inevitable that Mr. Teachout and Mr. Moravec were drawn to Maugham’s later version: Maugham made the structural changes (and added the padding) necessary to put the tale on the stage. The play has also been the basis of several films, most notably William Wyler’s classic 1940 version with Bette Davis as Leslie Crosbie, the story’s antiheroine, and a robust, otherworldly score by Max Steiner that verges on the operatic in its own way. Mr. Moravec and Mr. Teachout added padding of their own, including a scene in a gentlemen’s club and a spectral jury scene that takes place in Leslie’s mind just before the actual jury gives its verdict. In most cases -- as in the jury scene, a duet between Leslie and her murdered lover, Geoff Hammond -- these additions are excuses for arias, duets or ensembles in the time-honored operatic tradition. A few of them get us inside the protagonists’ heads (although in most cases, they take place after we’ve been told several times what’s in there); others are dramatically purposeless. And like Wyler -- but unlike Maugham -- they kill off Leslie. Wyler included this retribution to comply with Hollywood’s film code, which would not countenance letting an adulterous murderess go free. In the opera Leslie’s death is more functional than moral: Mr. Teachout said in a conversation that it just seemed best to end a tragic opera with another dollop of death. Maybe. But deaths in the final moments of operas usually evoke sorrow, regret or pity. Nothing about Leslie -- in any of her incarnations but least of all in this one, which magnifies her deceit and self-centeredness -- leaves you feeling regret over her death or feeling anything at all. Mr. Moravec’s score has some remarkable music in it, though most of it is not where opera fans will listen for it. The vocal writing is mostly of the modernist angular sort, and even when its sharp edges melt into melody, none of it is memorable. But the orchestral writing, played vividly under the baton of Patrick Summers, is colorful, driven and packed with striking ideas" [Allan Kozinn, The New York Times].


August 4

Yannick Nézet-Séguin conducts Igor Stravinsky’s Pulcinella. Avery Fisher Hall, New York, NY. "Nézet-Séguin tried to make “Pulcinella” seem a real Stravinsky piece with a contemporary character. There were wonderfully sour wind chords, bone-dry plucked string lines and driving rhythms in the dance movements. The Presto, a patter song for tenor, recalled Les Noces a bit. The restless Allegro assai sounded like an Italianized episode from Petrushka" [Anthony Tommasini, The New York Times, 8/5/09]..


August 5

Asphalt Orchestra, Lincoln Center, New York, NY. [[O]ne thing was clear: marching bands have come a long way since the days of Seventy-Six Trombones. An iconoclastic 12-piece marching band, the Asphalt Orchestra was the brainchild of Bang on a Can, the collective of composers and performers devoted to boundary-blurring new music. Despite the threat of rain on a muggy night, the courtyard outside the renovated Alice Tully Hall was packed with people, including lots of families with small children, for the free event. Part parade spectacle, part halftime show and part cutting-edge contemporary-music concert, the performance, presented by Lincoln Center Out of Doors, began in the sunken area before the entrance to Tully Hall. From there, the 12 top-notch brass and percussion players in the band, like a posse of pied pipers, led the throng across West 65th Street to the new grove of trees in front of the Lincoln Center Theater, then across Lincoln Center Plaza to the central fountain, which is under reconstruction, and finally to the area in front of the Metropolitan Opera. The music was an exhilarating half-hour of five gritty, wailing or perky pieces, everything from Balkan brass music to an earthy work by the jazz giant Charles Mingus. The playing was coolly brilliant and infectious. And what a scene! As crowds sat on the steps outside Tully Hall, the band marched in from around the corner playing Carlton, a commissioned work by Heidi Rodewald and Stew, who wrote the musical Passing Strange and perform in the rock band the Negro Problem. As the band marched, the players executed nimble moves choreographed by Susan Marshall, no less, a recipient of a MacArthur Foundation fellowship. At one point the band lined up facing the glass wall of at65, the new cafe in Tully Hall, and started aggressively playing an arrangement of Electric Red by the Swedish metal band Meshuggah. Some diners inside looked delighted and took pictures; others ignored the players; many seemed confused, understandably, wondering whether they were being entertained or mocked a bit for not joining the fun outside. Concert audiences are so conditioned to standing back and giving musicians room that it took a while for people here to realize that they were being invited to come close and join in. The bravest listeners were some children who moved close to the music and danced. Eventually, as the players began the fitful and arresting Mingus piece, they formed a battering ram through the crowd and led everyone across 65th Street. A few police officers controlled the traffic, but for the most part people made their own way to the main plaza. The band finished the Mingus number beneath the trees near the theater, then switched to Pulse March, a new commission by Tyondai Braxton of the band Battles. Pulse March achieves propulsive energy through subtle, cyclic rhythmic riffs. The final offering, Champagne, another commission, was a joyously raw piece by the Sarajevo-born composer Goran Bregovic" [Anthony Tommasini, The New York Times, 8/6/09].



August 8

Rhys Chatham. Damrosch Park, New York, NY. "Back in 1979 you might have chanced on Rhys Chatham blissfully strumming through a fervent rendition of his Guitar Trio at Max’s Kansas City, a punk club in the Flatiron district. A few years later you could have seen the wiry punk-funk quartet Liquid Liquid playing at Paradise Garage, a seminal SoHo discothèque. Both were crucial ingredients in New York’s piquant downtown-music gumbo of the late 1970s and early ’80s. Neither lingered long: Liquid Liquid disbanded in 1983, and Mr. Chatham moved to Paris in 1987. Yet even in their absence their influence continued to grow. That partly explains why an audience estimated at 10,000 showed up at Lincoln Center on Saturday night for a performance by Mr. Chatham and a reconstituted Liquid Liquid at Damrosch Park. The event was mounted by Lincoln Center Out of Doors in collaboration with Wordless Music, Ronen Givony’s innovative concert series that mixes new-music and indie-rock performers. Another reason for the sizable turnout was the promise of spectacle: Mr. Chatham’s Crimson Grail (Outdoor Version), commissioned by Lincoln Center, called for 200 electric guitarists and 16 bass[ist]s. The piece was originally meant to have its premiere in August 2008 but was canceled because of hazardous conditions caused by torrential thunderstorms. Small wonder, then, that even as the Asphalt Orchestra gamboled into Damrosch Park to wrap up a brief opening set, audience members warily looked to the sky. But this time the performance came off without a hitch. From the stage Mr. Chatham used hand signals and gestures to guide four section leaders -- David Daniell, John King, Seth Olinsky and Ned Sublette -- stationed at the corners of the seating area. Each leader conveyed those cues to a portion of a guitar phalanx -- including indie-rock notables, relative amateurs and a handful of moonlighting journalists -- that surrounded the audience on three sides. Nothing they played was intrinsically complex; Mr. Chatham’s piece dealt in massed sonorities and mingling overtones rather than manual calisthenics. An E major triad rose from nothingness, rumbling and sighing; around eight minutes in, Ryan Sawyer, a drummer onstage with Mr. Chatham, tapped out a steady beat on high-hat cymbals while glistening high notes pealed over a thumping bass line. The music dissolved into feathery whispers, then built to a jet-engine density before bursting at the 35-minute mark, giving way to a gentle coda. In the work’s second part Mr. Chatham shifted iridescent waves of tremolo from corner to corner and side to side within the ensemble. During the final section treble strings maintained a tingly sitarlike drone over a mellow countermelody and Mr. Sawyer’s tick-tock pulse, inducing a bucolic Krautrock-style hypnosis. The roaring finale transformed a simple ascending diatonic scale into a vehicle for visceral catharsis, eliciting an approving roar from the audience. After so overwhelming a display of maximalist firepower, Liquid Liquid’s spare, insistent funk provided welcome contrast. The group’s lean, propulsive mix of disco, dub and punk elements, fashioned with the vocalist Salvatore Principato’s quasi-nonsensical keening and yelping, Dennis Young’s perky marimba, Richard McGuire’s throbbing bass lines and the drummer Scott Hartley’s rock-steady beat, has had an incalculable impact among hip-hop and postrock circles. Here, as if preserved in amber, the group sounded as tight, kinetic and provocative as ever" [Steve Smith, The New York Times, 8/9/09].


August 13

John Adams's A Flowering Tree. Rose Theater, New York, NY. "It is hard to imagine a work that more belongs in a festival titled Mostly Mozart than this enchanting, disturbing and musically intense opera, based on a 2,000-year-old South Indian folk tale about a winsome young girl who rescues her impoverished family by transforming herself into a leafy tree. In an affectingly simple production by the director Peter Sellars, with Mr. Adams conducting the Orchestra of St. Luke’s and the Schola Cantorum de Venezuela, A Flowering Tree drew a prolonged ovation from the audience that packed the theater. . . . The chorus relates stretches of the story through narrative passages and commentary, and by portraying characters during specific scenes . . . . And there is something about Mr. Adams’s mix of international idioms here that seems exactly right, with elements of Indian lore, South American dance, West Coast modernism, scat-singing choruses, and even strands evocative of Mozart. The musical tone for the piece is set at the start, when the orchestra plays undulant repetitive riffs that hark back to Mr. Adams’s days as a Minimalist. Yet the haunting rhythmic patterns, never settling into foursquare routine, always keep you on guard. Jumpy parallel chords give the music a mystical aura. Slinky solo woodwind and brass lines thread through the textures, as if oblivious to the surrounding harmonies and restless rhythms. Although the large orchestra is rich with brass and percussion, Mr. Adams often deploys it delicately. Whole stretches of the score come across as chamber opera . . . . [At the conclusion] Mr. Adams unleashes the entire orchestra and chorus . . . [in] ecstatic music, alive with hard-driving rhythms and boldly pungent harmony. The whole final scene builds to this climax with relentless and thrilling inevitability. As many scenes in this opera show, Mr. Adams has it in him to write with assured dramatic sweep" [Anthony Tommasini, The New York Times, 8/14/09].


August 14

Release of It Might Get Loud. Those guitarists happen to be paradigm shifters for different generations: Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin, the Edge of U2 and Jack White of the White Stripes, the Raconteurs and the Dead Weather. And their guitars are close at hand for those moments when playing is better than explaining. “It Might Get Loud,” a Sony Pictures Classics film . . . , concentrates on the guitar as a musician’s voice, and on the communion that those three players find with their instruments. As a music documentary it’s an oddity: more associative than linear, more impressionistic than comprehensive" [Jon Pareles, The New York Times, 8/7/09].


August 15

Schola Cantorum de Venezuela. Alice Tully Hall, New York, NY. "[Other music included] Vicente Emilio Sojo’s ebullient, contrapuntal Laetitia [1938] . . . and . . . “Salve al Celeste Sol Sonoro,” a melodic, vital work by the choir’s founder, Alberto Grau [2007 were] . . . thoroughly accessible, . . . [as were] the chaotic introduction to Eric Whitacre’s Cloudburst . . . Elliott Carter['s] . . . Musicians Wrestle Everywhere” (1945). . . . [R]hythmic complexity and vivid timbres were plentiful. In his Magic Songs (1988) . . . R. Murray Schafer did away with literal meaning, giving his singers strings of phonemes instead of words and creating a ritualistic drama partly through movement and partly through the way the vocal sounds were ordered and shaped. Chants, declarations, call and response and communal celebration were all suggested in turn, indicating that the magic of a ritual can have more to do with the physicality of its enactment than with its text. César Alejandro Carrillo’s Oiga Compae, Prelude and Fugue (1994) is both earthier and more formal: its plaintive text, hard-driven textures and syncopated rhythms give it an elemental power, but the counterpoint in its fugue section elevates it. Most of the music was sung a cappella, but Mr. Whitacre’s Cloudburst added another level of color, by way of a piano, a percussion ensemble in the balcony and handbells played by the choir. The singers also played percussion instruments in Beatriz Bilbao’s Fiesta de San Juan (2003), a lively work the choir performed here in 2007, and in several pieces -- Edgar Zapata’s Menciona’o (1980) and Otilio Galíndez’s Arestinga (1959) -- the choir was accompanied by two small guitars (four-stringed instruments called cuatros) and percussion . . . [In] Adalberto Alvarez’s Dale Come Es (1993), the audience was taught a responsive part and encouraged to join in. The work’s staging, which involves a rebellion by one of the choristers and a bit of dancing, was a little hokey, but it was hard to resist the energy of the performance" [Allan Kozinn, The New York Times, 8/16/09].


August 17

John Adams with the International Contemporary Ensemble (ICE). "Shaker Loops (1978, revised 1983) [was] the earliest of several Adams scores that have become bona fide contemporary classics. . . . Adams used the 1983 edition that he prepared for chamber orchestra, but scaled his forces back to a string septet (which is how many listeners first heard it, on a recording by the Ridge Quartet and friends). Does a septet need a conductor? Probably not. But Mr. Adams’s clear gestures and sharp cues no doubt contributed to the clarity and suppleness of the performance. . . . Gnarly Buttons (1996) [is] a hybrid chamber piece and clarinet concerto. . . . Adams was writing in the busier and often humorous (or at least, slyly allusive) style that remains his hallmark. His Minimalist roots are evident largely in the simplicity and directness of the opening clarinet solo. But the clarinet writing becomes thornier, and the ensemble picks up and transforms its themes, and adds twists of its own. Bits of Stravinsky’s Neo-Classicism pulse through [the work,]. . . . [T]he crunching string chords of Le Sacre du Printemps [ad] a bit of flute tracery from Pulcinella -- turn . . . up in Son of Chamber Symphony (2007) . . . [a] high-spirited work" [Allan Kozinn, The New York Times, 8/18/09].

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

21ST-CENTURY MUSIC / September 2009


21ST
CENTURY
MUSIC

September 2009

Volume 16, Number 9


Chronicle of July 2009

Illustration / Rufus Wainwright - Prima Donna


Editorial Staff

Mark Alburger
EDITOR-PUBLISHER

Harriet March Page
ASSOCIATE EDITOR

Patti Noel Deuter
ASSISTANT EDITOR

Erling Wold
WEBMASTER

Alexis Alrich
Katherine Buono
Ken Bullock
David Cleary
Jeff Dunn
Phillip George
Elliot Harmon
Brian Holmes
Jeff Kaliss
John Lane
Michael McDonagh
Tom Moore
William Rowland
Andrew Shapiro
CORRESPONDENTS


INFORMATION FOR SUBSCRIBERS

21ST-CENTURY MUSIC is published monthly by 21ST-CENTURY MUSIC, P.O. Box 2842, San Anselmo, CA 94960. ISSN 1534-3219.

Subscription rates in the U.S. are $96.00 per year; subscribers elsewhere should add $48.00 for postage. Single copies of the current volume and back issues are $12.00. Large back orders must be ordered by volume and be pre-paid. Please allow one month for receipt of first issue. Domestic claims for non-receipt of issues should be made within 90 days of the month of publication, overseas claims within 180 days. Thereafter, the regular back issue rate will be charged for replacement. Overseas delivery is not guaranteed. Send orders to 21ST-CENTURY MUSIC, P.O. Box 2842, San Anselmo, CA 94960. email: mus21stc@gmail.com.

Typeset in Times New Roman. Copyright 2009 by 21ST-CENTURY MUSIC. This journal is printed on recycled paper. Copyright notice: Authorization to photocopy items for internal or personal use is granted by 21ST-CENTURY MUSIC.

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21ST-CENTURY MUSIC invites pertinent contributions in analysis, composition, criticism, interdisciplinary studies, musicology, and performance practice; and welcomes reviews of books, concerts, music, recordings, and videos. The journal also seeks items of interest for its calendar, chronicle, comment, communications, opportunities, publications, recordings, and videos sections. Copy should be double-spaced on 8 1/2 x 11 -inch paper, with ample margins. Authors are encouraged to submit via e-mail.

Prospective contributors should consult The Chicago Manual of Style, 15th ed. (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2003), in addition to back issues of this journal. Copy should be sent to 21ST-CENTURY MUSIC, P.O. Box 2842, San Anselmo, CA 94960. e-mail: mus21stc@gmail.com. Materials for review may be sent to the same address.


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Chronicle of July 2009


July 5

Tanglewood Festival. Boston Symphony Orchestra, conducted by James Levine, in Igor Stravinsky's The Rite of Spring. Lenox, MA. "Stravinsky’s eruptive Rite of Spring . . . is, in more ways than one, the last word. In a good performance it can overwhelm receptive listeners, leaving them sated yet energized, needing nothing more, least of all a balm. And the performance here was terrific, with its dissonant stabs squarely on target and its percussive outbursts truly explosive. The savage sounds -- evoking, days after the death of the choreographer Pina Bausch, the mud flung about the stage in her memorable conception of the work -- stood in droll contrast to the picture of gentility presented by the players in their white summer finery" [James Oestreich, The New York Times, 7/6/09].


July 10

Death of conductor Edward Downes, with his wife, in an assisted suicide pact, at 85. Switzerland. "He joined] her in drinking a lethal cocktail of barbiturates provided by an assisted-suicide clinic. . . [T]he children said, they watched, weeping, as their parents drank “a small quantity of clear liquid” before lying down on adjacent beds, holding hands. 'Within a couple of minutes they were asleep, and died within 10 minutes,' Caractacus Downes, the couple’s 41-year-old son, said in the interview after his return to Britain. “They wanted to be next to each other when they died.' He added, 'It is a very civilized way to end your life, and I don’t understand why the legal position in this country doesn’t allow it.' Sir Edward, who was described in a statement issued earlier on Tuesday by Mr. Downes and his sister, Boudicca, 39, as 'almost blind and increasingly deaf,' was principal conductor of the BBC Philharmonic Orchestra from 1980 to 1991. He was also a conductor of the Royal Opera House at Covent Garden in London, where he led 950 performances over more than 50 years. Lady Downes, who British newspapers said was in the final stages of terminal cancer, was a former ballet dancer, choreographer and television producer who devoted her later years to working as her husband’s assistant. 'After 54 happy years together, they decided to end their own lives rather than continue to struggle with serious health problems,' the Downes children said in their statement. British families who have used the Zurich clinic in the past have said that Dignitas charges about $6,570 for each assisted suicide. Scotland Yard said in a statement on [July 14] that it had been informed on Monday 'that a man and a woman' from London had died in Switzerland, and that it was 'looking into the circumstances.' The information that prompted the police inquiry appeared to have been given voluntarily by the Downes family, which, Caractacus Downes said, 'didn’t want to be untruthful about what had happened.' 'Even if they arrest us and send us to prison, it would have made no difference because it is what our parents wanted,' he said. Attempting suicide has not been a criminal offense in Britain since 1961, but assisting others to kill themselves is. But since the Zurich clinic run by Dignitas was established in 1998 under Swiss laws that allow clinics to provide lethal drugs, British authorities have effectively turned a blind eye to Britons who go there to die. None of the family members and friends who have accompanied the 117 people living in Britain who have traveled to the Zurich clinic for help in ending their lives have been charged with an offense. Legal experts said it was unlikely that that would change in the Downes case. But British news reports about the Downeses’ suicides noted one factor that appeared to set the case apart from others involving the Dignitas clinic: Sir Edward appeared not to have been terminally ill. There have been at least three other cases similar to the Downeses’, in which a spouse who was not terminally ill chose to die with the other. Sir Edward was known for his support for British composers and his passion for Prokofiev and Verdi. After studying at the Royal College of Music in London, he joined the Royal Opera House in 1952. His first assignment was prompting the soprano Maria Callas. He traveled widely as a conductor and became music director of the Australian Opera in the 1970s. Friends of Sir Edward said that his decision to die with his wife did not surprise them. 'Ted was completely rational,' said Richard Wigley, the general manager of the BBC Philharmonic. 'So I can well imagine him, being so rational, saying, ‘It’s been great, so let’s end our lives together.’ '
Jonathan Groves, Sir Edward’s manager, called their decision 'typically brave and courageous'' [John F. Burns, The New York Times, 7/15/09].

Premiere of Rufus Wainwright's Prima Dona. Manchester International Festival, UK. "Wainwright arrived meticulously made up as Verdi, in a formal 19th-century black suit, complete with white silk scarf, black top hat and a bushy beard grown for the occasion. Mr. Wainwright’s companion, Jorn Weisbrodt, a German theater director, was dressed as a young Puccini in a cream-colored summer suit and a straw hat. The crowd erupted with applause, and lights flashed as people took pictures. . . . There are inspired touches and disarmingly beautiful passages in this mysterious, stylistically eclectic work. With a libretto in French by Mr. Wainwright and Bernadette Colomine, Prima Donna depicts a turning point in the life of a prematurely retired opera singer, a day when she confronts the demons that drove her from the stage and finds new resolve .. . .His music comes from pop and folk traditions yet boldly draws from myriad styles, evoking Bob Dylan, Edith Piaf, Judy Garland and, of course, opera. A sophisticated opera buff who can discuss the differences between Gluck’s Armide and Rossini’s Armida, Mr. Wainwright has said in recent interviews that writing songs was like a long preparation for writing an opera. The initial commission for Prima Donna came from a joint venture of the Metropolitan Opera and Lincoln Center Theater to generate new work. The Met withdrew from this project partly because Mr. Wainwright insisted on writing the opera in French, and Peter Gelb, the Met’s general manager, wanted to foster works in English for American audiences. This seems senseless. A Philip Glass opera in Sanskrit is an American work, but not a Wainwright opera in French? The Manchester festival rescued the project and brought in Opera North, an English company in Leeds, as co-producer. The attractively gothic production, with sliding walls and eerie lighting effects, was directed by Daniel Kramer. Mr. Wainwright has described his opera as unabashedly Romantic, and when the orchestral introduction begins, that description seems apt. The strings play gently lapping, thickly lush chords. There is a hint of Ravel, but also of Mascagni and maybe Stephen Sondheim. Finally we meet the prima donna, Régine, Madame Saint Laurent, a demanding role performed here with intensity and stamina by the British soprano Janis Kelly. It is early morning in Paris on Bastille Day 1970. Marie, an efficient young maid (the pert lyric soprano Rebecca Bottone) is worried by her mistress’s disheveled appearance. Régine last sang in public six years ago, we learn, a performance of her signature role in “Aliénor d’Aquitaine.” But something traumatized her that night. She is convinced that her voice is gone. Philippe, Régine’s foppish and devoted butler (the baritone Jonathan Summers plays him as flamboyant and volatile) has persuaded Madame to return to the stage. A journalist, André (the hardy if vocally shaky tenor William Joyner) is arriving soon for an interview. Prima Donna becomes an operatic mystery tale about what happened that night. In Régine’s revealing first aria, ruminative vocal lines emerge from ethereal orchestral harmonies. But what are we to make of the overt melodrama? In his songs Mr. Wainwright will evoke Hollywood strings, a hint of Carmen or a brass band, and the listener goes along for the stylistic ride. But in an opera of some two and a half hours the extended passages in sundry styles make you wonder what is going on. Is it ironic? Cavalier? Intentionally maudlin? . . . When Philippe talks of his deep affection for Madame, the orchestra supports his wistful lines with bare chords, mostly winds, that recall Poulenc in his sacred music mode but with fresh harmonic twists. . . . The music is impressionistic yet neo-medieval, tinged with modal harmonies. . . . Yet there are places where Mr. Wainwright’s compositional skills seem lacking. Contrapuntal passages, as when Marie tells of home life with her handsome but bullying husband, are awkwardly written. . . . [W]hile Mr. Wainwright has always orchestrated his songs, scoring an opera is another matter. Finally, in the last 20 minutes or so, his attitude toward the story and the musical sources came together in music of enticing ambiguity. Régine’s trauma turns out to be nothing much: She had a thing going with the lead tenor and found him after the performance hotly embracing a young woman from the chorus. . . . The final trio of Der Rosenkavalier peeks through too, complete with soaring Marschallin-like melodic lines for Régine, who is resigned to her maturity and the end of her career, as Mr. Wainwright both honors and gently kids his sources. During an agitated orchestral interlude Régine, left alone, contemplates leaping from her balcony. But seeing the Bastille Day fireworks, she decides to go on, watching life from her window. The opera ends with a tender aria for Régine, a long-spun melody with a gentle accompaniment riff: in other words, a Wainwright song. Would that there had been more of them" [Anthony Tommasini, The New York Times, 7/12/09].


July 12

Lorin Maazel's Castleton Festival presents Benjamin Britten's The Rape of Lucretia and his version of the John Pepusch / John Gay Beggar's Opera. Castleton Farms, Castleton, VA. "[In] each year since 2006 the theater has housed a new production of a chamber opera by Britten, featuring promising young singers. For the inaugural festival, The Turn of the Screw, the first Britten opera presented here, returned in a new production. Also included in the festival are revivals of three earlier Britten productions, two symphonic concerts and two master classes . . . . No . . . attempt was made to conceal lust in The Beggar’s Opera, Britten’s 1948 realization . . . Ribaldry and scandal ran rampant in Mr. Kerley’s flamboyant production, resized for the new festival tent in a way that provided performers with more space to romp and cavort. . . . Even Mr. Maazel got into the act, swapping world-weary lines with Macheath at one point. Later the proceedings were held up momentarily when two chorus girls leaned down into the pit to stroke Mr. Maazel’s hair and beseech the willing maestro for his autograph. At the end, standing onstage amid the cast and crew, Mr. Maazel beamed with pride as he tallied the festival’s achievements and announced it would be back again next year" [Steve Smith, The New York Times, 7/14/09].


July 14

Frank Kimbrough Trio. Birdland. New York, NY. "Kimbrough . . . likes to slow down and pull apart the binding logic of a piece of music, while giving it just enough structure to stand" [Ben Ratliff, The New York Times, 7/15/09].

The New York Times Company announces will sell WQXR-FM to WNYC Radio and Univision, "[The] complex deal . . . preserves WQXR as the only station devoted solely to classical music in New York City, but . . . could alter its character. . . . WQXR would move to a weaker signal near the high end of the FM band, and would become a listener-supported station, owned by WNYC, the nation’s largest public radio station. The Times Company, which has been trying to shed assets to raise cash and weather a newspaper industry downturn, would get $45 million, but would sever ties with a station it has owned since 1944. . . . The parties involved said the station would keep a classical music format. But new ownership and a transition to public radio raise other concerns for those cultural institutions, creating a competitor for the diminishing pool of charitable dollars for the arts, and potentially changing the cozy relationship they have had with a station that gives them ample exposure and greatly broadens their reach. WQXR is a major outlet for the Met’s venerable Saturday afternoon broadcasts. 'There would be a huge void if, in our home city, the international broadcasts were not heard,' said Elena Park, the Met’s assistant manager for editorial and creative content. . . . Classical music fans may be relieved by WNYC’s pledge to keep that focus, but fewer will be able to tune in. Under the deal, WQXR would trade places on the dial, and transmitting equipment, with WCAA, at 105.9, a station owned by Univision, a major Spanish-language broadcasting company. Both stations broadcast from atop the Empire State Building, but WQXR would give up its 6,000-watt signal for WCAA’s signal of about 600 watts. But Steve Shultis, the chief technology officer of WNYC, said the reach and quality of the signal was “not a linear comparison” based on wattage, and there are no plans to make the 105.9 signal stronger, which would require obtaining a different kind of F.C.C. license. He said a clear 105.9 signal reaches about 30 miles from the broadcast antenna, extending into southwestern Connecticut and Central New Jersey — an area that is home to 14.6 million people. The 96.3 signal extends about 12 miles farther, reaching 17.1 million people. WQXR is broadcast even farther afield on independently owned 'repeater; signals in Poughkeepsie and Asbury Park, N.J. It was not clear . . . what would become of those arrangements. Listeners will still be able to go online to hear WQXR, which will retain a Web site of its own. . . . WQXR’s 19 full-time and 2 part-time employees who want to stay after the deal closes -- expected late this year -- will have to apply for their jobs. New York Times reporters and critics regularly appear on WQXR, but that arrangement will not continue . . . The station was founded in 1936 and calls itself the country’s oldest commercial radio broadcaster of classical music, and is in fact one of the first FM stations anywhere, as well as the oldest in New York. WQXR said it had the most listeners for a commercial classical station, nearly one million a week. . . . WNYC has started a campaign to raise $15 million to cover the purchase price and some transition and operating costs, and the Jerome L. Greene Foundation has committed $5 million. The pianist Emanuel Ax, a co-chairman of the campaign, called preserving WQXR as a classical station 'the sonic equivalent of saving Carnegie Hall from the wrecker’s ball'' [Richard Perez-Pena and Daniel J. Wakin, The New York Times, 7/14/09].


July 16

Kronos Quartet. Prospect Park Bandshell, New York, NY. "'“I think that Brooklyn has maybe become the music capital of the world' . . . David Harrington . . . went on to suggest that to find a similar concentration of artistic vitality you had to look to late-17th-century Vienna. The claim was hyperbolic, maybe, but certainly understandable: after all, the Kronos Quartet was performing as part of the annual summer series Celebrate Brooklyn! Its program, presented before a large, diverse and boisterously appreciative audience, included new pieces by three Brooklyn composers -- Bryce Dessner, Missy Mazzoli, and J. G. Thirlwell -- with further selections prepared by a Brooklyn arranger, Jacob Garchik. Mr. Dessner is best known as a guitarist in the indie-rock band the National, which surely explained the youthful cheer that rose when his name was announced. He also plays in Clogs, a beguiling post-rock chamber ensemble.
Aheym (the name is Yiddish for homeward) suggested an intermingling of those two creative strands. Mr. Dessner parceled out a surging, rock-guitar-style drive in stuttering patterns repeated at length. A sudden silence prefaced a melancholy melody played by Jeffrey Zeigler, the cellist, with snappy pizzicato punctuation from his colleagues. The music then resumed its barreling momentum, shifting through a series of deftly contrasted sections toward a powerful conclusion. Ms. Mazzoli’s Harp and Altar offered further evidence that she is among the more consistently inventive, surprising composers now working in New York. Mr. Harrington played sweetly soaring, curling lines over a shivering blur in the opening bars, then Hank Dutt, the violist, offered a yawning melody punctuated with fidgety accompaniment. Midway through the piece, a ghostly recording of Gabriel Kahane singing verses by the poet Hart Crane revealed Ms. Mazzoli’s piece as a paean to Brooklyn itself. Her elegiac mix of tremulous, glitchy vocals and shimmering strings was deeply affecting; a final sequence of richly voiced chords promised conventional resolution, which Ms. Mazzoli sidestepped in favor of dense mystery. A driving rhythm pattern and tense, wiry amplification dominated the opening of Mr. Thirlwell’s piece, Nomatophobis (the title means “fear of naming things,” according to Mr. Harrington). Originally an industrial-rock pioneer under names like Foetus and Steroid Maximus, Mr. Thirlwell is lately negotiating the new-music world with increasing confidence. The mechanical clank of the first section gave way to passages of film-noir moodiness and atmospheric fragility. The rest of the program was dominated by selections from Floodplain, the latest Kronos album; standouts were Oh Mother, the Handsome Man Tortures Me, an anonymous Iraqi song arranged by Ljova (Lev Zhurbin), and Ram Naryan’s Raga Mishra Bhairavi, which featured exquisite playing from Mr. Dutt. Elsewhere, the quartet’s omnivorous appetite was confirmed once again in a set that ranged from the bucolic psychedelia of Sigur Ros’s Flugufrelsarinn (The Fly Freer) to the distorted catharsis of Michael Gordon’s Sad Park. The Mexican alternative-rock band Café Tacuba’s vivid 11/11 closed the show, and a suite from Clint Mansell’s score for the film Requiem for a Dream was a generous encore" [Steve Smith, The New York Times, 7/17/09].


July 17

Death of former CBS News anchor Walter Cronkite, at 92, after a long illness. New York, NY. His narration to excerpts from Igor Stravinsky's The Rite of Spring on the record accompanying the Edwin H. Colbert and William Burns Digging for Dinosaurs; Adventures in Nature and Science (1960) provided at least one listener a first exposure to Stravinsky, and career shift from paleontology to music [ed.].


July 22

Alarm Will Sound. Le Poisson Rouge, New York, NY. "It's hard to tell whether Alarm Will Sound is finding itself or losing itself, but it may be a bit of both. A reasonably straightforward new-music band in 2001, when it made the jump from college orchestra (at the Eastman School of Music in Rochester) to professional ensemble, it has preserved its freshness by thinking about repertory in ways that most groups do not. One has been to raid arcane corners of the pop-music world, specifically electronica, a form that combines elements of avant-garde electronic music (tape loops, found sounds, radically altered timbres) with the heavy beat of rock. Since Alarm Will Sound’s roster includes several composers, arranging these pieces is done entirely in house. Mostly the group slips these transcriptions into programs otherwise devoted to composers with more solidly classical pedigrees, but it occasionally devotes an evening almost entirely to its adventures in electronica, as it did on Wednesday evening at Le Poisson Rouge. The occasion was the fifth anniversary of Acoustica -- the CD of works by the electronic composer Aphex Twin it released on Cantaloupe in 2005, which has become its biggest-selling disc -- celebrated a bit early. . . Newer transcriptions of pieces by Preshish Moments (Why Do Birds, itself a barely recognizable deconstruction of the Carpenters’ Close to You), Autechre (Cfern), Mochipet (Dessert Search for Techno Baklava) and the Beatles (Revolution 9) also benefited from the arrangers’ obsessive attention to detail and the players’ fascination with this music. . . . Several original works by members of the ensemble drew on the aesthetic of electronica — particularly the reconfiguration of existing music and the juxtaposition of disparate sounds — but proved considerably more interesting than the transcriptions. John Orfe contributed Dowland Remix, an update of Dowland’s 16th-century lament Flow My Tears that bounced between snippets of an unadorned reading and fast-paced, almost zany woodwind-and-brass-heavy variations. Stefan Freund’s eerily dreamy kinda asleep is a fantasy on sections of The Little Death, Vol. 1, an opera by Matt Marks, Alarm Will Sound’s hornist. And Caleb Burhans’s melancholy 'oh ye of little faith ... (do you know where your children are?)' moves deftly from gentle Minimalist scale figures to electric-guitar power chords, touching on murky brass figures along the way. Mr. Burhans’s work was written for Alice Tully Hall’s reopening festivities this year. It delivered a more visceral punch in the tighter confines of Le Poisson Rouge" [Allan Kozinn, The New York Times, 7/24/09].

Das Racist. Union Pool, New York, NY. "During a news conference on Wednesday night, President Obama stood up for the prominent African-American Harvard professor Henry Louis Gates Jr., who had recently been arrested by a white police officer in Cambridge, Mass., in an incident rife with racial tension. In a less publicized defense later that night at Union Pool in Brooklyn, the local art-rap group Das Racist offered a song to Mr. Gates, who famously testified on behalf of 2 Live Crew in a 1990 obscenity trial, locating that bawdy group’s performances in a long lineage of black oral traditions. Mr. Gates, though, couldn’t have anticipated Das Racist, a pair of stoner jokesters: Himanshu Suri, whose parents emigrated from India, and Victor Vazquez, of Cuban and Italian heritage. But their sloppiness is a mask for detailed, affectionate hip-hop parody, name-dropping KRS-One and Asher Roth as easily as W. E. B. Du Bois and the literary critic Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak. Their act is a blend that inspires questions like this one in a recent interview in The Village Voice: 'Is this a joke that everyone thinks is a graduate thesis, or vice versa?' And this one, which Mr. Suri asked the tightly packed, largely white, artfully dressed and coifed crowd on Wednesday: 'You guys like rap music at all?' Both were fair questions. Das Racist formed at Wesleyan: if the Hoover administration promised a chicken in every pot, perhaps what the Obama era has to offer is a joke-rap ensemble at every liberal arts college. But Das Racist’s lack of piety has become an aesthetic of its own, with songs that are as much commentary on hip-hop as rigorous practice of it. (Its music is at myspace.com/dasracist.) On Hugo Chávez, which the band skipped on Wednesday night, its Venn diagram of influence reads as such: 'Listening to coke-rap, listening to joke-rap/Listening to ‘Donuts,’ listening to grown-ups/Listening to Camu, listening to Cam too.' That’s Camu Tao, the indie rapper who died last year, and Cam’ron, perfecter of Harlem’s flamboyant polysyllabic thug-rap and the most direct antecedent of Das Racist’s style, even more so than hip-hop satirists like Plastic Little, J-Zone or the eccentric producer Prince Paul. At Union Pool Das Racist was messy — sometimes appealingly so, sometimes agonizingly so. Mr. Vazquez and Mr. Suri spent as much time pinballing around the crowd as rapping onstage, and their drummer for the night abandoned ship after three songs, leaving his kit unprotected from the random poundings of Mr. Suri and Mr. Vazquez. But there was unerring charm amid the mess, and a heaping buffet of references waiting to be unpacked for careful listeners, of which there were few here. 'Shorty said I look like Devendra Banhart,' Mr. Vazquez rapped. 'Shorty said I look like that dude from Japan’s art/You know, the dude that did the Kanye album cover/ Shorty said I look just like Egyptian Lover.' Lately, Das Racist has become best known for one of its dimmest songs, the blog favorite Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell, an entrancing but numbing track based largely on the repetition of the title phrase. It came at the end of the night. A half-hour earlier, Mr. Suri had asked if the crowd was ready to hear 'the fast-food idiot song.' Or did he say 'the fast-food idiom song'? Who could tell? [John Caramanica, The New York Times, 7/23/09].


July 25

Lincoln Center Festival. Dennis Russell Davies and Maki Namekawa. Alice Tully Hall, New York, NY. "The concert was presented as a collaboration with the Ruhr Piano Festival in Germany, which commissioned the works by Chen Yi and Philip Glass that made up the second half of the program. Mr. Davies and Ms. Namekawa began with a lively account of Stravinsky’s Concerto for Two Pianos (1935), a work Stravinsky composed for his own use in duo concerts with one of his sons, Soulima. He kept it eminently practical: by arguing that the orchestra parts that might normally be expected in a concerto were incorporated into the keyboard fabric, he guaranteed the work’s portability. And by couching it in Neo-Classical gestures and textures, he made it accessible and appealing, if not quite as sharp-edged as his most enduring work. Its charms include a rhythmically vital opening movement and inventive variations, and Mr. Davies and Ms. Namekawa gave it a supple performance with a hint of modernist steeliness in its closing fugue. They ended the first half of their program with another, more recent oldie, Steve Reich’s Piano Phase (1967), an early experiment in applying to instrumental music the phasing techniques that Mr. Reich discovered in his seminal tape pieces, Come Out and It’s Gonna Rain. The idea is that two musicians playing brief, simple figures begin in unison and then move apart one beat at a time. Eventually they return to the positions from which they began, but along the way the displaced beats create an increasingly dense web of sound from which phantom themes emerge and interact. Or at least, they seem to: Mr. Reich’s real discovery here is the power of the overtone series and of psychoacoustic effects. In his phase pieces we hear rhythms and counterpoint that no one is actually playing. Ms. Chen’s China West Suite (2007) is more straightforward. In a fanfarelike introduction and three longer movements, Ms. Chen elaborates on Meng, Zang and Miao traditional themes. A listener did not have to know the themes to be seduced by them, and Ms. Chen’s settings turn them into flowing dialogues between the pianists. Particularly striking were the stately opening of the Meng Songs movement and the rhythmic pointedness of the dance in the finale. Mr. Glass employs an amusing trick in his Four Movements (2008). The first three begin in musical worlds that you would not readily identify as Mr. Glass’s, but after a few introductory moments, the Glassian hallmarks begin to pile up. The opening movement, for example, starts with a Lisztian rumble. The second sounds like middle-period Beethoven and the third is steeped in Bartok. But arpeggiation, gracefully winding chromatic figures (particularly in the first movement), a syncopated chord figure that appears in many earlier works and even a few specific harmonic progressions all find their way into the music, making its authorship unquestionable. In the finale Mr. Glass drops the allusions to other composers entirely and goes directly to his trademark figuration, which Mr. Davies and Ms. Namekawa, both expert in this music, play with clarity and energy" [Allan Kozinn, The New York Times, 7/26/09].


July 26

Death of Michael Steinberg (b. 10/4/28, Breslau, Germany), at 80. Edina, MN. "[He was] an influential classical music critic, teacher, lecturer and author, and the pre-eminent program annotator of his day . . . . Trained as a musicologist, with a degree from Princeton University, Mr. Steinberg spent his early career teaching music history at the Manhattan School of Music. He came to wide attention as the music critic for The Boston Globe for nearly 12 years, until 1976. While a critic he continued to teach at the New England Conservatory, Brandeis University and other colleges. His reviews were erudite and readable, his interests wide-ranging. He stood up for intellectually formidable composers at a time when a postmodernist backlash was taking root and also encouraged the early-music movement, which thrived in Boston during this period. He was a regular critic of the conductor Seiji Ozawa’s work at the Boston Symphony Orchestra. Orchestra officials openly expressed their dismay with Mr. Steinberg’s critiques. So the Boston musical community was stunned when, in 1976, Mr. Steinberg accepted a position as program annotator for the Boston Symphony. It seemed as if he had switched camps. But as Ms. King said in an interview on Monday, Mr. Steinberg had grown tired of reviewing. 'For years,' she added, 'he harbored a secret desire to write program notes for a major symphony and to serve as an artistic adviser or administrator.' His work as an annotator was immediately popular. Suddenly, reading Mr. Steinberg’s long, analytic program notes, rich with anecdotal information and historical context, became an essential part of attending a Boston Symphony concert. Yet it was not until 1979, when he became the publications director and artistic adviser of the San Francisco Symphony, a position he held for 10 years, that Mr. Steinberg had the opportunity to affect repertory and artistic policy. Mr. Steinberg’s program notes, full of vivid descriptions of pieces, were collected in a series of listeners’ guides: The Symphony, The Concerto, and Choral Masterworks, published by Oxford University Press. His account of the 'alien and terrifying' opening pages of the finale of Mahler’s Sixth Symphony is typical. 'From the thud of a low C,' Mr. Steinberg wrote, 'there arises an encompassing swirl of strangely luminous dust: harp glissandos, a woodwind chord, chains of trills on muted strings.' Mr. Steinberg was born on Oct. 4, 1928, in Breslau, Germany. His mother had him sent to safety in England through Kindertransport, the rescue mission that saved nearly 10,000 refugee Jewish children in the months before World War II. After the war, he, his mother and his elder brother lived in St. Louis. After Princeton, while studying in Italy on a Fulbright scholarship, Mr. Steinberg met his first wife, Jane Bonacker. They divorced in 1977, having had two sons, Sebastian and Adam. All survive him. His other survivors are his wife, Jorja Fleezanis, the concertmaster of the Minnesota Orchestra since 1989, and three grandchildren. While living in Minneapolis with Ms. Fleezanis, Mr. Steinberg became the artistic adviser to the Minnesota Orchestra. He continued to write program notes for the San Francisco Symphony as well as the New York Philharmonic. He also wrote liner notes for some landmark recordings, including John Adams’s operas Nixon in China and The Death of Klinghoffer" [Anthony Tommasini, The New York Times, 7/29/09].


July 27

International Keyboard Institute and Festival. Mannes College the New School for Music, New York, New York. "Sofya Gulyak [played] . . . Bach-Busoni . . . [and] Shostakovich . . . in a thundering, steel-tread style in which virtuosity is almost everything, and subtlety is an occasional footnote" [Allan Kozinn, The New York Times, 7/28/09].