Out West Arts: Performance at the end of the world

Talk about a quick turn around. After a rather stodgy and dreary opening to the San Francisco Symphony’s latest iteration of the American Mavericks Festival on Thursday and Friday, the ensemble returned Saturday with a superb second program, likely one of the best you’ll see anywhere this year. The material was no different, 20th-century masterpieces from American composers including John Cage, Lukas Foss, Henry Cowell, and Carl Ruggles. What was new was a spirited attitude that injected some life and a whole lot of fun into what the cutting edge was. The show’s highlight was the first half of the evening dedicated to John Cage’s Song Books from 1970. The piece is a daunting collection of 90 short works that are equal part theater and music. Most of these consist of instructions to perform certain acts that may or may not make sound, and Cage was often indeterminate about both text and musical content, allowing for extensive borrowing from just about any source a performer might choose. One song instructs the performer to select a seat in the auditorium using random lines on a transparency and a seat map. Once the seat is selected, the performer leaves the stage to deliver a gift and then return. The singers are miked and perform both standard vocal lines in some works and combinations of guttural or chirping sounds at others. There are recitations of various texts and and every day noises like card shuffling and chopping vegetables as well.

One smart move on this evening was that the Symphony hired three legendary vocalists, Joan La Barbara, Meredith Monk, and Jessye Norman who accompany the handful of orchestral players who would wander on and off the stage. The second smart thing they did was to hire young stage director, Yuval Sharon, to construct a large scale staging for the performance. Sharon brilliantly organizes the stage around three screen-covered huts at the rear of the space and then allows the songs to unfold often simultaneously in an organized chaos Cage would have approved of. (The photo above is from the San Francisco Symphony's own site taken at the final dress rehearsal performance.) At the beginning of the performance from the dark, one heard cooing and then La Barbara’s face appears on the left screen projected from a live video camera somewhere yet to be revealed. Slowly the curtain on the second hut raises to reveal a bedecked Jessye Norman in a flowing gown singing the music of Satie. Cage provided songs that used electronic processing of Satie’s music, and, though restrained, it provided a most royal entrance for La Norman. Soon the stage is filled with players dressed either casually or in tails. Some sit at one of three table engaged in any number of tasks including reading and tearing paper or moving around other objects. Two pianos rest at either side of the stage and and are periodically played and then abandoned. There are neon lights that flicker on and off and eventually Monk strolls onto stage chirping and clicking as she slowly strolls or waddles around the space. Monk will later try on a dress and has one of the more humorous parts of the evening reciting lines about the kind of government "we need" that directly references the work of Thoreau.

The players come and go as Cage’s songs start and stop, all playing out simultaneously one against the other. Michael Tilson Thomas joins the fray at one point picking at the strings of a piano and throwing paper. The vocalists move about and amid the organized chaos creating some beautiful images. Some are projected on the screens of the huts such as barren trees or maps of Concord, MA. Other images are ironic living ones like seeing Jessye Norman peck away on an amplified typewriter. (The performance generated video projections reveal that the text she composes is in French.) If you have ever loved Ms. Norman in performance, this unexpected, unusual turn to the music of John Cage will make you do so all over again. All of this bustling hour-long activity from the basketball dribbling to the electronic blips and whirs drove right to the heart of Cage’s project, recognizing the music in everyday sound around us all. Sharon’s staging captures that wonder on the largest possible scale by creatively playing out these individual songs one atop the other in a continuous cascade. Not everyone in the audience could relate to this sophistication and there were some boos and a handful of walk outs, but that’s as it should be. This music should strike some nerves, and it certainly did on Saturday.

This magnificent theatrical opening was a tough act to follow. But when the orchestra returned with Tilson Thomas, the events of the first half of the evening had lit a light under them and they dug into the following discordant early 20th-century works with real zest. Lukas Foss’ Phorion, an orchestral deconstruction of a Bach solo violin partita sparkled. This nearly deranged ten minutes was followed by Henry Cowell’s 1928 Piano Concerto with its percussive, nearly hammering playing. Soloist Jeremy Denk proved as adventurous as the soloists in the first half of the evening, bracing his forearms and elbows as they repeatedly crashed against the keyboard for this rhythmic rocker of a piano concerto. The evening ended with Carl Ruggles Sun-treader from 1931 with its cacophony of crashing brass and discordant, sometimes wailing strings. It was a great show that tapped directly into that maverick spirit the series is purportedly all about. All of this material will be repeated here in San Francisco on Wednesday and lucky audiences in both Ann Arbor and New York in the coming month.

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The San Francisco Symphony is in the midst of their 100th anniversary season which has been filled with exciting programing and great reminders of its past at every turn. The orchestra has a history of coveted relationships with local 20th-century composers and some of these ties are featured prominently in their current American Mavericks series, which kicked off this week in a series of programs that the group will take on tour in Chicago, Ann Arbor, and Carnegie Hall under music director Michael Tilson Thomas. It’s music most American symphonies don’t play every day, which is a plus even if the opening program, which I heard on Saturday night felt more like a flashback than looking into the future.

This is not the first time Tilson Thomas has brought American Mavericks to the stage in San Francisco. The first was in 2000 and this reprisal run contains almost exclusively works the orchestra has performed under him before with a few new commissions from well-established figures like John Adams and Meredith Monk. And as Tilson Thomas acknowledged from the stage prior to the start of the evening, the term “maverick” has meant different things at different times. (Or as the 2008 election taught us, it may have no meaning whatsoever.) And on opening night the word's meaning was definitely a historical one with works from composers who were outliers in the world of art music in their own times if not quite so much now.

Two of the works on the program were further outliers in that they were orchestral transcriptions or adaptations of better known solo piano works. The night started with Copland’s Orchestral Variations, a 1957 arrangement of his earlier Piano Variations now for a small ensemble. Tilson Thomas mentioned his own close relationship with the composer and noted that in his later years, Copland had given him his blessing on developing a further large-scale orchestral expansion of the work that Tilson Thomas described as “just something we do.” The work’s brief 10 or so minutes do still maintain the sort of angular and percussive sound Copland had cultivated prior to completing the later music he would be most remembered for. Still, the piece felt like a curiosity or an abstraction of a much more substantial work in a modern day equivalent of those opera transcriptions for piano and organ that were so popular during the 19th century. This same unsettling feeling also plagued Ives' A Concord Symphony which closed the evening. Ives’ landmark A Concord Sonata, written nearly a century ago, is undoubtedly a piece that may be the well-spring of all 20th-century American art music. In the hands of a performer like Aimard it can still stun an audience into silence. The love of the piece was so strong for composer Henry Brant, that he spent decades working on an orchestra transcription of the work, which was completed in 1994. In this format it still fascinates with its references to popular culture of the late 19th century fused to the most unexpected music that deconstructs this material as quickly as it picks it up. But there is still something lost here, the broader orchestral palette of sounds abandoning a kind of unity in the original piano sonata.

In between these two orchestral oddities, was Lou Harrison’s Concerto for Organ with Percussion Orchestra. Harrison was another local composer that Tilson Thomas noted had a long-standing relationship with this orchestra. (There's been a lot of reflection on Harrison here lately in the wake of the recent opening of Eva Soltes's excellent documentary on the composer Lou Harrison: A World of Music that is still playing in town.) The concerto incorporates Harrison’s interest in Asian music and instrumentation in an odd combination of percussion players alongside the organ, played here by Paul Jacobs, which sometimes serves as a point of contrast. It’s not unpleasant, but it could also sound like Messiaen played by your high school marching band. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. And while this program seemed appropriately historical for the occasion, none of it seemed particularly compelling in the here and now. These were memories of Mavericks past, not those still pointing the way to the future.

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I don’t get to hear the San Francisco Symphony as often as I’d like. This weekend I had a chance to see Music Director Michael Tilson Thomas lead the orchestra along with Women of the San Francisco Symphony Chorus and the Girls Chorus in Mahler’s Symphony No. 3. And after hearing that performance, I regret not hearing them more than ever. It was a stellar performance and one that fit in perfectly with the Symphony’s 100th anniversary season that kicked off earlier this month. We can only hope that the Los Angeles Philharmonic's upcoming Mahler cycle under Dudamel approaches being this good. The programming planned for this year in San Francisco should be the envy of every orchestra in America, and there are too many evenings to recommend than I’d be able to list here. (Though you can check out their website or look at John Marcher’s top pics for the season.) But any landmark season for the San Francisco Symphony would call for a major Mahler symphony if for no other reason than his symphonic works represent a big part of the organization’s output over the last decade. Tilson Thomas, who has been music director since 1995, led the symphony on its own independent recording project of all the Mahler Symphonies by creating the symphony's own recording label in 2001. The resulting recordings of Mahler's orchestral music have been much lauded with several Grammy Awards among the honors. (The Symphony has also produced a series of educational documentaries on classical music for PBS entitled Keeping Score that are now available on DVD.) The San Francisco Symphony has proven that doing it yourself can work on a large orchestral scale just as it can for a young solo independent artist.

So this Mahler’s Third serves as a reminder of many of these successes, and the performance I heard on Saturday night was more than just a nostalgic memory. The work starts, of course, with that lengthy march-filled movement that can sound halting and mechanistic. It was a little dry here at times, but it served as a nice contrast to the more emotive, romantic material that followed. The brass section was stupendous in this work, which is rich both in powerful ensemble passages for the brass players as it is in exposed solo parts. The Comodo (Scherzando) third movement was particularly lovely and seamlessly moved between the various themes and material that comprise it. But the best was yet to come. Soprano Katraina Karnéus was the soloist for the last three movements of the work and sounded bright and clear. The chorus was in excellent shape as well. But it was Tilson Thomas and the orchestra that brought it all home in a heartbreaking climax with beautiful tender strings in the slow final movement filled with the melancholy that comes with experience in this most expansive and world-knowing of symphonies.

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James Conlon and the San Francisco Symphony Photo: mine 2010

While the Giants may have won the division playoffs, San Francisco itself is under siege by the artistic staff of L.A. Opera this weekend. Over at the War memorial Opera House, LAO general director Placido Domingo is opening a production of Alfano’s Cyrano de Bergerac today in his long awaited return to the Bay Area. (Sorry sports fans, I won’t have any report on this one until the last show of the run when I’ll be I town to catch the company’s upcoming The Makropulos Case with Karita Mattila.) But the opera stage isn’t the only organization hosting L.A. Opera artists this weekend. The San Francisco Symphony welcomed LAO music director James Conlon to their stage for one of his trademark thoughtful and well-played programs.

If there was a unifying element to the evenings program, it was overtures; though, as Conlon pointed out, those are not always what they are billed to be. First up was Wagner’s prelude to Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg, which the symphony players brought to life with warmth and grandeur. It immediately brought to my mind how exciting it would be to hear that entire work on the LAO stage. Conlon mentioned that he and the company had hoped to bring the work to L.A. in 2007, but ended up presenting Beethoven’s Fidelio instead for all of the usual reasons. But one can always hold out hope for tomorrow. At the other end of Saturday’s performance were three Dvorak overtures, In der Natur, Carnival, and Othello. In his remarks from the stage, Conlon argued that these three works, composed at the same time and all just before his 9th Symphony, represent a symphony of their own when taken together. In fact he pointed out the direct musical links between the three with examples from the orchestra players to make his point before requesting that the audience hold their applause until all three works were played so as to emphasize the symphonic arch of the three movements. The resulting “Overture Symphony” addressed big themes including the cycle of life, and the beautiful Othello, which ended the concert was quite stirring. It’s a show Conlon has done elsewhere, but it continues to please and is a real testament to his interest in providing thoughtful, challenging programming.

There was dessert on Saturday, as well, though it came as a second course. Joshua Bell appeared and played the Bruch Violin Concerto No. 1. It was a showy virtuosic display, which there is always a place for, but as usual with Bell, it felt like empty calories to me. He did his little “Yankee Doodle” encore stunt that people can’t seem to get enough of. The show repeats again on Sunday before Conlon returns to L.A. to begin work on L.A. Opera’s upcoming Lohengrin production next week.

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Ingrid Fliter

I’m in San Francisco this weekend to catch the new Philip Glass opera Appomattox on Sunday and decided I’d stop by Davies Symphony Hall to catch up with the San Francisco Symphony. This weekend's show was one of those standard fare things that passes for programming across much of the US these days. The major pieces included Chopin’s Second Piano Concerto and the Saint-Säens’ “Organ” Symphony. Luca Francesconi’s recent Cobalt, Scarlet: Two Colors of Dawn was thrown in for temporary contrast, I suppose, as well. Now I’m not usually one for this sort of romantic dreck, but there was a light here that made the concert worth seeing- namely one Ingrid Fliter. Fliter is a young Argentinian prtogeé of Martha Argerich who shot to some notoriety after winning the Gilmore artist award last year. She is undoubtedly quite talented and plays with gusto as she did earlier this year in Los Angeles where she was a last minute fill-in for an ailing Argerich in Beethoven's First Piano Concerto. She will be making debuts with several organizations around the US this season and she is definitely a young talent worth getting to know.

But for tonight, though, it’s a shame she didn’t have something just a little more interesting to play. Fliter and the conductor Roberto Abbado are both quite capable of making something out of nothing and they almost got away with it here, but both the Saint-Säens and the Chopin proved too impervious in their hard inert romantic grooves. Pretty grooves mind you, but not much more. The Fracesconi of course is a different matter. Written as a commission is Oslo, Cobalt is one of those things that comes as advertised, an Italinate take on a Nordic Sunrise – or perhaps a Spaghetti Bergman, if you will. Glowing with warmth in the face of the darkness and the cold, Abbado and the orchestra really sunk their teeth into this and, given the rest of the program, did in fact provide some much needed contrast.

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