So, when a new season is announced, everyone talks about
the shows, and this year has good stuff and old stuff. Executive Director Mike Brand admits that
putting together an exciting season after “the year of Hamilton” was a
challenge. But he did the best he could
with the “products” that are available.
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
New Wharton Season: Broadway and Little Else
Over the years, Wharton Center has transformed itself
into a Broadway house. It’s an all-purpose
hall, but we all know that it’s too big for chamber music and small-intimate
shows. So, Broadway has become its
thing. Now, it is the busiest Broadway
venue in the State of Michigan.
Sunday, April 14, 2019
Hear This: Classical Artists Can Be Performers, too.
This week, Wharton Center will announce its eagerly
anticipated 2019-2020 season and, as has been the case for several years, there
will be few classical music concerts. Although
local music lovers complain bitterly, most classical offerings get sparse audiences.
A concert that took place in the Great Hall earlier in the
month may supply clues as to why this is.
Yefim Bronfman is one of the greatest pianists in the
world. So, when he comes to Wharton
Center to play a concert, we expect first and foremost, wonderful music making.
Monday, April 8, 2019
Harmonies Times Two
What an inspired match up!
Two of the most celebrated vocal groups ever,” The
Manhattan Transfer” and “Take Six”, combine their formidable vocal skills
together for a concert called “The Summit”.
Between the two of them, they’ve been awarded 20 Grammy awards.
Janis Siegel, one of the founders of ManTran (as they’re
often referred), “We didn’t want to do separate shows. So, this is real a collaborate effort. Most often, we have 10 voices on the stage at
one time”.
A capella singing is all the rage these days, but Siegel wanted
to make it clear than Manhattan Transfer is not an a capella group. “We’ve always had a trio (piano, bass and drums)
backing us up. We’re harmony singers. We’re singing charts but we do allow for improvisation.”
“Take Six”, is an a capella group with no instrumental
accompaniments. And thanks to “Pitch Perfect” movies, “The Voice” and “Pentatonix”,
a capella singing has found a new audience. Siegel says, “Pitch Perfect has ignited
harmony singing.”
But for Siegel, there isn’t much different between the
two styles. She has always had a great amount
of respect for “Take Six”. “They have a
gospel sound, but they’re pretty jazzy.
It’s like Gene Puerling (vocal arranger from the Hi-Los and other
groups) goes to church. They’re inspiring,
and I’m inspired every minute we’re on stage together.”
For Siegel, who has been singing professionally since she
was 12 with a girlfriend, the key to joy and happiness is singing harmony. She listened to Motown groups such the Four Tops,
Supremes, Temptations as well as the folk singers of the day. Before long, the girls had a manager and were
making records.
“The skill of a harmony singer is consistency. It’s not like the personal expression of a
solo singer. The harmony singer has to know
his or her part and how it fits into the chord, the harmonic structure and how
to blend. The thrill of singing harmony
is like no other.”
She founded ManTran with Tim Hauser back in 1972 and the
group has been going strong ever since.
Their signature close and tight harmonies along with a driving jazz
style created a unique sound that has never been duplicated.
This concert will feature some of their famous tunes like
“Killer Joe,” “Birdland”, “Straighten Up and Fly Right”, and “A Nightingale
Sang in Barkley Square.” They will also
be adding a song by Bernstein in honor of the composer’s 100 anniversary
of his birth.
ManTran and Take Six
have been doing this show for about two years.
“I love doing it, but the process is a logistical nightmare. Everyone lives a different place, and the
charts are hard enough that we need vocal rehearsals as well as staging. But in the end. It all works.”
The Summit: The Manhattan Transfer Meets
Take 6
Wednesday, April 10, 2019 at 7:30
Wharton Center, Great Hall
Tickets from $40. Purchase from Wharton
Center .com,
517.432,2000 or 1 800 WHARTON.
Monday, April 1, 2019
LSO MasterWork 6 - The Modern and the Powerful April 1, 2019
As I was entering Wharton Center for a Lansing Symphony Orchestra
concert on Saturday night, a friend said, “I’m looking forward to the Tchaikovsky,
but it looks like I’ll have to sit through a modern piece first.”
It’s true that most people go to a symphony concert and
want to hear the music that is most familiar to them, and if not familiar
certainly tuneful and harmonic.
But Maestro Timothy Muffitt enjoys contemporary music and
somehow manages to find works that any audience can enjoy. As it turns out, “Visions
and Miracles” by Christopher Theofanidis was a wonderful work in three movements
for string orchestra. Adapted from a
string quartet, the work sounded a bit like Barber’s “Adagio for Strings” at
times.
Muffitt has changed the seating of the orchestra recently,
placing the cellos near the center of the orchestra with the second violins
opposite the first violins. I prefer
this arrangement, as we hear the four voices - violin 1, violin 2, viola and
cello – more distinctly. Certainly, it
worked very well for the fugal style in which this piece was written.
A few more instruments were added for the following work on
the program: the Schumann Cello concerto (woodwinds and an abbreviated brass section)
featuring the young gifted soloist, Nicholas Canellakis.
The Schuman is not as popular as many other showstopper
cello concertos, but it is a very poignant, heartfelt piece. Canellakis has a strong, intense sound and
played the concerto with deep expression.
As usual, Muffitt is a sensitive accompanist, and he and
Canellakis clearly enjoyed making music together. Although the work has three movements, they were
played with no interruption.
The big work for the evening, and the reason most people
were in the Great Hall that night, was the powerful Symphony No. 6 “Pathetique”
by Tchaikovsky.
The dark, somber work, for me, is Tchaikovsky’s finest. It was first performed nine days before Tchaikovsky’s
death.
My Russian friends tell me that Tchaikovsky’s music is
not romantic, it’s melancholy. I’m not
sure if that’s true, but I do think it fits the mood of the sixth.
For this work, we hear the complete Lansing Symphony, as
the trombones, tuba, and the full horn section joined the orchestra. And they were all needed to stretch out the full
breadth of the massive chords.
When those chords were especially lush, as they were at
the end of the first movement, I am sure Muffitt would have appreciated a
larger string section to match the woodwinds and brass.
Some key section leaders were filled by substitute players
on Saturday, and a certain soloistic quality was missing at times.
Tchaikovsky seemed to see the future with this work,
meshing instruments together in creative ways.
But the clearest evidence of that modernism is the tantalizing second
movement.
It is here that the Russian composer has the audacity to
write a waltz in 5/4 time, rather the traditional 3/4. Interestingly, the
melody is so lilting and beautiful that few realize that it is a strange meter
for a waltz. The music just flows along,
and the audience members bob their heads in the swing of it all.
As he often does now, Muffitt conducted the Tchaikovsky without
the benefit of a score (it was on his stand, but closed shut) which seemed to
give him a closer communication with the orchestra.
This symphony is a serious work and demands much of the
musicians. Muffitt and the LSO were up to
the challenge.
Saturday, March 30, 2019
Williamston
Theatre Wins With a Classic. 3/29/2019
Williamston Theatre
has delighted us over 13 years with fresh plays, funny plays, new plays and
heartwarming plays.
This time
they are digging into the trove of classic theater to present the Pulitzer Prize
winner, “The Gin Game”. First opening in
1977, it became the star vehicle for Jessica Tandy and Hume Cronin.
The story is
simple but powerful at the same time. It
takes place on the patio of a not-very-fancy retirement home. It’s visitor’s day, but Weller Martin (Hugh
Maguire) doesn’t have any visitors. And
neither does Fonsia Dorsey (Ruth Crawford) who finds him shuffling cards on the
patio card table.
They
approach each other carefully, like two cats.
They are both smart, sharp tongued, and eager for companionship.
The audience
at once realizes that Crawford and Maguire are true professionals at their
craft. Directing them is another professional
and actor, Williamston’s Executive Director and frequent star, John Lepard.
At first, I
marveled at the absolutely natural and realistic way the dialogue was created
by playwright D.L. Coburn. I felt that this play was written so well that it couldn’t
fail, even in the hands of average actors.
But I was
wrong. Yes, the flow of the words, as Fonsia
and Weller reveal their lives to each other, was seamless, the acting of Crawford
and Maguire was filled with subtly, nuance and perfect timing. And it was that
brilliant acting that made this such a memorable production.
When the two
first meet, the arrogant Weller goes about “mansplaining” the game of gin rummy
to Fonsia. She had never played gin before
and Weller was ready to give her the ins and outs of the game.
But almost
from the beginning, Fonsia understands the game perfectly and sets forth to
trounce Weller in almost every match.
Fonsia comes
across as a delightful, sweet, and principled Presbyterian lady. But we soon find out that there is far more
to her than what we first see.
Even though “Gin
Game” is 42 years old, there is nothing in the subject matter that makes it
dated. And Crawford and Maguire create
two characters with absolute believability.
Their timing, humor, and reacting to each other make the conversations
and relationship true.
The play is
not all sweetness and light, as the retirees continue to play cards and talk. There is anger, swearing, vindictiveness and even
violence. In fact, the explosions of anger
and violence are important climaxes of the play and are superbly acted by Maguire.
Adding to
the effectiveness of this production is the detailed set by Gabriella Csapo.
The retirement home looks properly dilapidated and old (a bit like the
residents).
Frankly
speaking, I saw “Gin Game” decades ago, but now that I am closer to the age of
these characters, the more real it becomes. But it’s OK, youngins’ will enjoy
the play, too.
Performances
through April 20, 2019
Friday, March 29, 2019
Yefim Bronfman at Wharton. “A Monster Pianist”
In recent
years, the classical offerings at Wharton Center have been sparse. And the presence of a single solo artist
playing a recital has almost been non-existent.
Which makes
the appearance on Tuesday, April 2, 2019, of piano virtuoso Yefim Bronfman a
special event for Wharton.
In this day
of highly produced shows - lights, projections, amplification, moving stages -
a solo classical artist may seem like a minimalist throwback.
Bronfman
will perform on the Great Hall stage by himself with a Steinway Grand piano
only. He will likely not speak, there will be no microphones - just spectacular
music to engage your mind and brain.
Lansing’s
resident piano superstar Ralph Votapek has a great regard for Bronfman. “He’s a monster pianist – huge technique. I
would put him in with the half-dozen or so greatest pianists in the world”.
Bronfman is
a man of the world. He was born in the Uzbekistan
region of Russia. His parents are from Poland and the Ukraine, he moved to
Israel when his was 14 and four years later came to the US to study at Julliard
and has lived here ever since.
He tells me,
“When I was first in New York – in the late 70s and early 80s – it was a great
time for music. Bernstein was active, as
well as Isaac Stern and there was a very high level of quality in the
orchestras”.
Today he
plays about 125 concerts per year, worldwide.
The Wharton concert will be the same program he will perform the
following weekend at Carnegie Hall (I bet the tickets will be cheaper here). “I play in Carnegie Hall 2-3 times a year. It’s a wonderful stage. But, really, there are great stages
throughout this country.”
Bronfman is
a very humble person, low key and self-effacing. As many pianists have faded
from the public eye over the past 20 years or so, Bronfman’s career has gained
strength. “I’ve had a lot of lucky
breaks”, he says.
Certainly,
one reason for his success is hard work.
“I’m working harder than I ever have. I play much more for myself. I’ve worked
harder in the last 20 years than I did my first 20 years. Maybe I wasn’t as smart then as I am
now. Now, I always want to be in top
form. Somehow the music seems more important to me now than it did then.
“There’s
lots of rules in life, there aren’t any for how many hours of practice it takes
to be a great musician. Everyone has different
hands and different bone structures; different body and different mind.”
Bronfman has
chosen a program which is not showy, just beautiful and meaningful. Votapek says of the music - The Debussy Suite
Bergamasque (which includes Claire de lune), Schumann’s Humoreske and Schubert’s
Piano Sonata No 19 - “These are works of great maturity and depth but not bombast
and flourish.”
INFO: Yefim Bronfman, piano
Wharton
Center Great Hall
Tuesday,
April 2, 7:30 PM
Tickets:
from $25
Tuesday, March 26, 2019
MSU Opera Double Header Sweep 3/26/2019
The Michigan
State University Opera Theatre swept a double header last week with its
presentation of two short operas, Rossini’s “La Scala di Seta” (The Silken
Ladder) and Puccini’s “Gianni Schicchi”.
These two operas are rarely performed together, but it resulted in a
lovely pairing of musical styles and wacky story lines.
The MSU
opera theatre is one of the great success stories in the mid-Michigan music
landscape. Under Melanie Helton, the
company presents classic grand operas, American operas, contemporary operas,
and operettas. The program has grown so
large, that the twice-a-year performances use double casts to give more
students a chance on the stage.
Of all the
operas I’ve seen at MSU, this is one of the finest. The cast was relatively
small, with all members having a singing role. One well-designed set (Alexander
von Blommestein) served both operas nicely.
Although
Rossini is a well-known opera composer (The Barber of Seville) “La Scala di
Seta” is known mostly for its wonderous overture. The entire opera (only about 75 minutes long)
is hardly ever performed.
Conductor
Steven Mosteller set the stage beautifully with a superb rendition of the
overture. Lots of sparkling woodwind
parts and energy gave us a preview of what the entire opera was going to be.
The silly
romantic plot was fun and the cast was committed to the site gags. In the show I saw, Shannon Crowley was
Giulia, a young woman who lives in her tutor’s home. Her soprano voice was
shimmering as she negotiated the difficult Rossini arias, but she also had a vibrant
personality and stage presence. I
understand that she is a Freshman which means she has a bright future ahead of
her.
She
dominated the operas, but Eric Frost, John Henrickson, Cole Harvey, Savanaah
Hegyi and Ben Reisinger also were excellent in their supporting roles. The trios and other vocal ensemble movements
were very well sung – voices were balanced with matched music phrasing.
After intermission,
it was refreshing to go from the Mozart-sounding Rossini score to the familiar
romantic sound of Puccini.
“Schicchi” had
a larger cast but, but it wasn’t a chorus per se. Each character had a name and identity and
had a solo line or so to sing.
Here the female
roles were subservient to the male roles.
The plot was clever – a wealthy man has just died, and his sleazy family
want all of his inheritance. They
finally find his will which designates all of his money to go to the
Church. In comes everyone’s shady
friend, Gianni Schicchi who will make things better.
Jadrian
Tarver as Schicchi had a robust baritone voice and plenty of charisma to spread
around. He was the perfect
Schicchi. He mugged the audience, had a
few dance steps and generally had loads of fun with the part. At the end of the opera, he even jumped up
and kicked his heels – not a common move in opera.
One more
factor that makes MSU operas so enjoyable, is the recently refurbished
Fairchild Theater. The intimate theater seems to be a perfect venue for a small
opera. The acoustics produce a warm and natural sound which enables the
audience to hear the singers without amplification – the way opera should be.
Friday, March 22, 2019
MISS SAIGON - 2019 National Tour, March 20
When Miss Saigon first hit the Broadway stage back in 1989 it was a huge hit for a few reasons: The show, now playing through Sunday at Wharton Center, came on the heels of the crazy success of Les Misérables (written by the same team), filled the stage to overflow with huge spectacle, and the politics and emotions of the Viet Nam war were still raw.
As we view the current national touring production, the history seems as old as the Civil War, but the story remains strong and poignant. It’s a tragic love story using the story line of Madam Butterfly. In the last moments of the Viet Nam war Kim, the lovely and naive country girl, is snagged by a sleazy pimp to work at a bar/brothel in Saigon. She promptly falls in love with a US soldier.
When the show opens the audience is assaulted with the decadence and debauchery of a Saigon bar that caters to American soldiers. The busy stage vibrates with neon lights, gyrating bar girls and naughty language. Not a show for kids.
As "Saigon" continues, the stage is miraculously transformed, seemingly within seconds, from bars, to helicopter pads, to village huts, to communist rallies, to a fancy hotel room and so on. It’s a struggle to take it all in. And yes, he famous helicopter landing scene is still there – and still jaw dropping.
The music (orchestrated by MSU alum, William David Brohn) is a scintillating combination of American rhythms and Asian melodies with wooden flutes. Fans of Les Miz will be able to hear many of those harmonies as well. The difficult score is played by a traveling pit band, rather than local contractors.
Although it’s really Kim’s story, the star of play is The Engineer (Red Concepcion) who is the epitome of the money-loving opportunist and survivor, only out for himself and dreams of living the high life in the U.S .of A. Concepcion seems to revel in this part, prancing around in garish outfits and treating everyone with equal disdain. He clearly has the star power to pull off this demanding role, but previous actors have displayed more subtly and better dancing.
In general, the entire cast is excellent. They are required to perform great feats of singing, dancing, militaristic marching and acrobatics. Emily Bautista as Kim does a lovely job of creating empathy for her character. Her voice could have been stronger, but electronics helped it along. Her acting bought us all in with her.
Maybe the most impressive actor on stage was J. Daughtry as John, the buddy of Kim’s lover, Chris (Anthony Festa). In many ways he is the heart and soul of the show and his performance was real and powerful. His character was an important element of the drama and his superb acting made it believable.
For opening night, Miss Saigon was a full house, and I predict that this will be the biggest hit of the current Wharton Season, after Hamilton, of course.
When Miss Saigon first hit the Broadway stage back in 1989 it was a huge hit for a few reasons: The show, now playing through Sunday at Wharton Center, came on the heels of the crazy success of Les Misérables (written by the same team), filled the stage to overflow with huge spectacle, and the politics and emotions of the Viet Nam war were still raw.
As we view the current national touring production, the history seems as old as the Civil War, but the story remains strong and poignant. It’s a tragic love story using the story line of Madam Butterfly. In the last moments of the Viet Nam war Kim, the lovely and naive country girl, is snagged by a sleazy pimp to work at a bar/brothel in Saigon. She promptly falls in love with a US soldier.
When the show opens the audience is assaulted with the decadence and debauchery of a Saigon bar that caters to American soldiers. The busy stage vibrates with neon lights, gyrating bar girls and naughty language. Not a show for kids.
As "Saigon" continues, the stage is miraculously transformed, seemingly within seconds, from bars, to helicopter pads, to village huts, to communist rallies, to a fancy hotel room and so on. It’s a struggle to take it all in. And yes, he famous helicopter landing scene is still there – and still jaw dropping.
The music (orchestrated by MSU alum, William David Brohn) is a scintillating combination of American rhythms and Asian melodies with wooden flutes. Fans of Les Miz will be able to hear many of those harmonies as well. The difficult score is played by a traveling pit band, rather than local contractors.
Although it’s really Kim’s story, the star of play is The Engineer (Red Concepcion) who is the epitome of the money-loving opportunist and survivor, only out for himself and dreams of living the high life in the U.S .of A. Concepcion seems to revel in this part, prancing around in garish outfits and treating everyone with equal disdain. He clearly has the star power to pull off this demanding role, but previous actors have displayed more subtly and better dancing.
In general, the entire cast is excellent. They are required to perform great feats of singing, dancing, militaristic marching and acrobatics. Emily Bautista as Kim does a lovely job of creating empathy for her character. Her voice could have been stronger, but electronics helped it along. Her acting bought us all in with her.
Maybe the most impressive actor on stage was J. Daughtry as John, the buddy of Kim’s lover, Chris (Anthony Festa). In many ways he is the heart and soul of the show and his performance was real and powerful. His character was an important element of the drama and his superb acting made it believable.
For opening night, Miss Saigon was a full house, and I predict that this will be the biggest hit of the current Wharton Season, after Hamilton, of course.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Critics are Spoiled
Critics are spoiled.
Whenever they go to see a play or concert they sit in the best seats in the house. They hear perfect sound, see every grimaced facial expression the actors can muster and feel like they’re actually part of the action.
So, when YOU are sitting in a drafty seat in the back of the hall behind a post, not hearing or seeing a thing, don’t blame the critic when you read the rave review in the paper the next day (“Were we at the same play??”).
Now I know what it’s like.
When I attended East Lansing’s Wharton Center’s current run of the hit musical Billy Elliot, I was surprised to be shown my seats in the Grand Tier. First, you must understand that Wharton’s Grand Tier is higher off the floor than most other venues (you actually have to take a ski lift to get there) because the architects wanted to keep good acoustics for the main floor seats underneath.
Wharton’s Grand Tier is truly a bird’s eye view.
I was really looking forward to seeing this award-winning musical but sitting up in the Grand Tier made me feel strangely detached from it all. Yes I heard OK and there was no post in front of me but I couldn’t see the actor’s’ faces and some of the dialogue was garbled.
So I feel somewhat hampered in reviewing the show in those less than optimum conditions. But – I’ll take a stab at it.
Billy Elliot is a poignant story of a tragic coal miners’ strike in northern England in the early eighties. While the blokes are on strike, one of the rough and tumble miners sends his 12-year old son (actually 15-year-old Ben Cook) for boxing lessons at the community center.
The boy has little interest in socking his friends in the face, but he notices a ballet class going on in the next room and it’s love a first sight. His dad is none too happy by the turn of events.
The story of acceptance, following your dreams, layered over an economic tragedy is eloquently told.
Cook is a stunningly good dancer and performer and the supporting cast makes his pain and the pain of the entire town achingly real. Billy Elliot’s teacher, Janet Dickson, is a sassy, blustery and funny actress who sees the boy’s talent immediately.
Elton John’s music is enjoyable but forgettable. The choreography, script, and scenic design, however, flowed together perfectly to make the story strong and touching.
Although sitting that fa away limited my emotional connection with the stage, I’m sure it was no different than any other auditorium's balcony. In fact, for orchestra concerts I prefer sitting in the Grand Tier.
But now I know why house seats are in the center of the hall, five rows from the stage. Everything just looks and sounds better there.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
An Elegant Copland
Some folks wonder why they should waste their time and money going to a concert when they have all the music they want on their iPod, CD player, or other device.
Timothy Muffitt and his Lansing Symphony musicians showed us why there’s nothing like listening to live music at Saturday night’s (2/24/12) Masterwork Four concert.
The concert began with one of the most over-played pieces of music on any classical radio music station, Copland’s Appalachian Spring. Nothing is new in Appalachian Spring – everyone’s heard it before. But watching Muffitt conduct the LSO from my vantage point in Wharton Center’s Grand Tier (a fancy word for balcony), was like watching a painter carefully applying his colors on the canvas.
I watched the music as well as heard it. Not only did I hear the music created with utmost care and delicacy to make the genius of Copland come alive, but I also watched each instrument meld with another and marveled at the orchestration. Here, the Brooklyn-born composer used trumpets and harp to create a lovely and unusual sonority, and there he used muted trombones, bassoons and horns together. Amazing, carefully chosen colors.
Muffitt approached each chord with loving care to produce an artful sonic tapestry. I have never heard Appalachian Spring played with such sensitivity. Originally written for chamber orchestra, Muffitt kept the chamber quality for his full orchestra. And when the beloved theme, “Simple Gifts” was introduced by clarinetist Emmanuel Toledo, everything came together perfectly.
Sorry people, you won’t be able to get the experience I had in listening to this Copland masterpiece with two tiny speakers stuffed in your ears.
In delightful contrast, Muffitt then programmed a tuba concerto of all things. Phil Sinder, tuba prof at Michigan State University took center stage with the short but vibrant Tuba Concerto by Bruce Boughton. Sinder had a gorgeous, expressive tone, and in the final movement, shocked the audience with the agility of the huge brass instrument he commanded. He played with a beautiful lyricism and clean precision.
Yes, the ear usually seeks out the higher registers in instruments and voices, but in this case it was worth stretching our hearing comfort to dig deep and revel in the basso profundo.
For an encore Sinder delighted everyone with a jazzy version of the Beetles’ tune, Blackbird. Sinder proved that the tuba can, in fact, swing.
Decades ago, the Franck Symphony in D was standard concert fare, but in recent years is has slipped out of favor. For this concert, if provided a nice complement to the other selections. Lots of dark chords (my ear was now sensitized to the tuba range), featuring English horn, bass clarinet, violas and low brass. It was certainly beautiful, romantic and familiar music and the orchestra did itself proud.
But at the end of the concert, I was still remembering the transcendent reading of Appalachian Spring, one of the finest performances I have ever heard from the LSO.
Timothy Muffitt and his Lansing Symphony musicians showed us why there’s nothing like listening to live music at Saturday night’s (2/24/12) Masterwork Four concert.
The concert began with one of the most over-played pieces of music on any classical radio music station, Copland’s Appalachian Spring. Nothing is new in Appalachian Spring – everyone’s heard it before. But watching Muffitt conduct the LSO from my vantage point in Wharton Center’s Grand Tier (a fancy word for balcony), was like watching a painter carefully applying his colors on the canvas.
I watched the music as well as heard it. Not only did I hear the music created with utmost care and delicacy to make the genius of Copland come alive, but I also watched each instrument meld with another and marveled at the orchestration. Here, the Brooklyn-born composer used trumpets and harp to create a lovely and unusual sonority, and there he used muted trombones, bassoons and horns together. Amazing, carefully chosen colors.
Muffitt approached each chord with loving care to produce an artful sonic tapestry. I have never heard Appalachian Spring played with such sensitivity. Originally written for chamber orchestra, Muffitt kept the chamber quality for his full orchestra. And when the beloved theme, “Simple Gifts” was introduced by clarinetist Emmanuel Toledo, everything came together perfectly.
Sorry people, you won’t be able to get the experience I had in listening to this Copland masterpiece with two tiny speakers stuffed in your ears.
In delightful contrast, Muffitt then programmed a tuba concerto of all things. Phil Sinder, tuba prof at Michigan State University took center stage with the short but vibrant Tuba Concerto by Bruce Boughton. Sinder had a gorgeous, expressive tone, and in the final movement, shocked the audience with the agility of the huge brass instrument he commanded. He played with a beautiful lyricism and clean precision.
Yes, the ear usually seeks out the higher registers in instruments and voices, but in this case it was worth stretching our hearing comfort to dig deep and revel in the basso profundo.
For an encore Sinder delighted everyone with a jazzy version of the Beetles’ tune, Blackbird. Sinder proved that the tuba can, in fact, swing.
Decades ago, the Franck Symphony in D was standard concert fare, but in recent years is has slipped out of favor. For this concert, if provided a nice complement to the other selections. Lots of dark chords (my ear was now sensitized to the tuba range), featuring English horn, bass clarinet, violas and low brass. It was certainly beautiful, romantic and familiar music and the orchestra did itself proud.
But at the end of the concert, I was still remembering the transcendent reading of Appalachian Spring, one of the finest performances I have ever heard from the LSO.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Proof
How important was music education to your life? Now that school budgets are being slashed and states are mandating that test score excellence be pinned to academics only, how can we explain why the arts should continue to play a major role in our schools?
I got a glimpse of the profound and lasting importance of learning music in public schools a few weeks ago.
My personal love of music began early. I was fortunate to attend a high school in Cleveland Heights, Ohio where a high level of music performance in bands, orchestra and choirs was valued and nurtured.
Many of my high school buddies went on to receive degrees and thriving careers in music. Composers served residences in my high school (called simply “Heights”), we played basic repertoire symphonic music and the top groups went on concert tours during spring break.
Heights always had a tradition of great teacher/conductors. Ralph Rush and Mark Hindsley both left Heights to become important names at the University of Illinois and UCLA.
One such teacher was John F. Farinacci. This larger than life character was the band and orchestra head between 1949-62. Although his students are now in their 60’s 70’s and even 80’s and Mr. F passed away five years ago, the alumni who played under him embarked on a mission to honor him and acknowledge his legacy with a unique reunion event.
During the 11/11/11 weekend the Band and Orchestra reunion (two years of planning) honoring Farinacci took place. The weekend was surprising, emotional and heartfelt.
I have attended a couple of high school reunions in the past but found them all dull and meaningless. The saving grace to those events was that the band and orchestra folks usually found each other, searched out a quiet table and talked about how important the Heights music program was to all of us.
This reunion was decidedly different. At the opening gala dinner, Farinacci’s grey- haired and retired students paid tribute to him in glowing verbiage. Now lawyers, professors, doctors, teachers, these men and women told moving stories about how playing violin or clarinet or trombone under Farinacci changed their lives forever.
Mr. F was not an easy guy – he was highly disciplined, had a fiery temper and was not good at hiding his anger. He expected his students to work hard and to not accept anything less than excellence. He would often bellow his concocted and fake Italian epithet “tabbo sessenam beeza”. Yes, we were all scared to death of him and loved him at the same time. And we had no idea what that crazy sentence meant.
This was not a typical high school reunion where small talk is exchanged over drinks. The 200 people who attended this gathering were desperate to share their life-long love of music with their friends of 50 years ago.
The alums regaled us with funny and nostalgic stories, but also poignant remembrances about how this tough Italian taught them how to work hard, roll with the punches and how to take the bitter pill if you deserved it. But everyone spoke about how their lifelong love of music was due to Farinacci.
Can you imagine people getting together fifty years later to honor a math teacher?
One speaker was a professional violist who recently retired after a career with the Toronto Symphony. He described when the feared conductor asked him to stop over to his house one Saturday morning. Mr. F. had collected a pile of LPs for the young musician to listen to – the Mozart Symphonia Concertante for Viola and Violin and many others. The 66-year old violist remembers that listening to those recordings was a revelation. “I never knew the viola could sound like that,” he said. Somehow, Farinacci identified some real talent in this kid.
Also in attendance was a bassoonist who played in the Cleveland and San Francisco orchestras, a conductor with the Buffalo Philharmonic, and an attorney who is on the Executive Board of the Cleveland Orchestra.
Mr. F’s family was well represented – his 92-year-old wife Alice was there as well as four of his five children.
Maybe the most moving element of the weekend was the joint concert that took place with the idealistic old codgers and the current Heights band and orchestra students.
At the time we attended Heights, the school was mainly Jewish and Italian. Today Heights is in a changing neighborhood with a 75% minority student population. We all heard horror stories about the current Heights High School: metal detectors, violence, low performance levels.
I am thrilled to report that we saw none of that on our brief visits to the old high school.
Sitting with the current high school students during our music making was one of the high points of the weekend. These kids were not cynical and tied to their iphones, but were enthusiastic about the music and - miraculously – excited about playing with us old geezers. The horn player next to me was a terrific player and full of laughs to boot.
Kids and oldsters got to know each other playing in the same depression-era auditorium that we grew up in. There is a Hebrew expression – L’dor Vador, “generation to generation”. This rehearsal and concert was clearly a l’dor vador experience
Many of the alums had not touched their horns for the past 50 years or so, and did so on this weekend with great reluctance and fear. On that Saturday afternoon we rehearsed the combined alum/student orchestra (Beethoven’s Egmont was the music of choice) and band. One of the band’s selections was Buglers’ Holiday and the soloists were the original trumpet trio that played together in 1957.
But soon, some unexpected drama occurred. During the band rehearsal in the afternoon, chills went through the band when it became apparent that the conductor from our alumni group was having difficulty conducting the Host 2nd Suite – basic repertoire in the band world. The band stumbled miserably through the music that is littered with difficult meter and tempo changes. The old pride of performance came through as the band recognized that we may embarrass ourselves during the concert that night, something we dreaded.
Suddenly, after the rehearsal I was asked to take over the baton. Even though I would not get time to rehearse the group, I accepted the task with trepidation. Later that afternoon, I pored over the score to make sure that I gave the group SOME element of correct direction.
One piece of music that the alums demanded we play was the Sousa favorite, Stars and Stripes Forever. In our day there was a beloved performance ritual that occurred with the playing of Stars and Stripes. The piccolos stood up and marched to the front to play their solo and for the final grandioso the trumpets and trombones marched to the front to join the pics while a huge American flag was dropped from the ceiling at the rear of the stage. Everyone loved this corny spectacle and waited for it to be played at the conclusion of every concert.
When planning for this concert, our organizer (Dick Rose) asked the present Heights band directors if we could do the Stars and Stripes in the old manner. The directors had no idea what we meant. After Dick explained the drill to them, they set out to look for the flag.
A stage hand finally found it but the old flag was disintegrated and not ready for prime time. Dick immediately ordered another oversized flag and had it next-day shipped, in time to be prepared for the performance.
The concert that night began with the high school band and orchestra playing their pieces as well as a couple of selections from the fall high school musical, Sound of Music. All the performances were excellent and it was heartwarming to see that the great traditions of performance excellence at Heights were continued.
The old and young musicians finally assembled for their part in the concert. The old wrinkled chops came back to life and grandparents were playing like kids again. When it was time for the Holst Suite to be played, I realized how crazy I was to attempt this conducting chore. The band was shocked to see me on the podium instead of in the horn section. As I looked out in their faces, I sensed that they were saying, “OK Ken, we’re with you and we’re going to make this happen.” And they did. I was sweating buckets, but they were concentrating and somehow it worked. It was a great moment of everyone working together.
After the Holst, the final Stars and Stripes was played and emotions were high. Arthritic hips and knees prevented the old players from standing up as quickly as 50 years before, but there they were, proudly playing Sousa and pretending to be young again. They didn’t march up to the front but stood in place, magically the brand new flag was dropped at the right time, and those shiny brass instruments were raised and did their thing.
It was a thrilling moment for all. People in the audience cried and Alice Farinacci jumped out of her wheel chair to whoop and holler. The old magic of the Farinacci days came back, if just for a few hours.
Sadly there are no test scores for bands and orchestras to prove how good schools perform, but usually schools with excellent performing groups usually have great academics as well.
The Heights music program taught us discipline, pride, hard work and the importance of art in our lives.
The weekend in November is still being discussed and remembered by all of its participants. It was a perfect way to honor not only Mr. John F. Farinacci, but the profound importance that music and arts plays in our public schools.
I got a glimpse of the profound and lasting importance of learning music in public schools a few weeks ago.
My personal love of music began early. I was fortunate to attend a high school in Cleveland Heights, Ohio where a high level of music performance in bands, orchestra and choirs was valued and nurtured.
Many of my high school buddies went on to receive degrees and thriving careers in music. Composers served residences in my high school (called simply “Heights”), we played basic repertoire symphonic music and the top groups went on concert tours during spring break.
Heights always had a tradition of great teacher/conductors. Ralph Rush and Mark Hindsley both left Heights to become important names at the University of Illinois and UCLA.
One such teacher was John F. Farinacci. This larger than life character was the band and orchestra head between 1949-62. Although his students are now in their 60’s 70’s and even 80’s and Mr. F passed away five years ago, the alumni who played under him embarked on a mission to honor him and acknowledge his legacy with a unique reunion event.
During the 11/11/11 weekend the Band and Orchestra reunion (two years of planning) honoring Farinacci took place. The weekend was surprising, emotional and heartfelt.
I have attended a couple of high school reunions in the past but found them all dull and meaningless. The saving grace to those events was that the band and orchestra folks usually found each other, searched out a quiet table and talked about how important the Heights music program was to all of us.
This reunion was decidedly different. At the opening gala dinner, Farinacci’s grey- haired and retired students paid tribute to him in glowing verbiage. Now lawyers, professors, doctors, teachers, these men and women told moving stories about how playing violin or clarinet or trombone under Farinacci changed their lives forever.
Mr. F was not an easy guy – he was highly disciplined, had a fiery temper and was not good at hiding his anger. He expected his students to work hard and to not accept anything less than excellence. He would often bellow his concocted and fake Italian epithet “tabbo sessenam beeza”. Yes, we were all scared to death of him and loved him at the same time. And we had no idea what that crazy sentence meant.
This was not a typical high school reunion where small talk is exchanged over drinks. The 200 people who attended this gathering were desperate to share their life-long love of music with their friends of 50 years ago.
The alums regaled us with funny and nostalgic stories, but also poignant remembrances about how this tough Italian taught them how to work hard, roll with the punches and how to take the bitter pill if you deserved it. But everyone spoke about how their lifelong love of music was due to Farinacci.
Can you imagine people getting together fifty years later to honor a math teacher?
One speaker was a professional violist who recently retired after a career with the Toronto Symphony. He described when the feared conductor asked him to stop over to his house one Saturday morning. Mr. F. had collected a pile of LPs for the young musician to listen to – the Mozart Symphonia Concertante for Viola and Violin and many others. The 66-year old violist remembers that listening to those recordings was a revelation. “I never knew the viola could sound like that,” he said. Somehow, Farinacci identified some real talent in this kid.
Also in attendance was a bassoonist who played in the Cleveland and San Francisco orchestras, a conductor with the Buffalo Philharmonic, and an attorney who is on the Executive Board of the Cleveland Orchestra.
Mr. F’s family was well represented – his 92-year-old wife Alice was there as well as four of his five children.
Maybe the most moving element of the weekend was the joint concert that took place with the idealistic old codgers and the current Heights band and orchestra students.
At the time we attended Heights, the school was mainly Jewish and Italian. Today Heights is in a changing neighborhood with a 75% minority student population. We all heard horror stories about the current Heights High School: metal detectors, violence, low performance levels.
I am thrilled to report that we saw none of that on our brief visits to the old high school.
Sitting with the current high school students during our music making was one of the high points of the weekend. These kids were not cynical and tied to their iphones, but were enthusiastic about the music and - miraculously – excited about playing with us old geezers. The horn player next to me was a terrific player and full of laughs to boot.
Kids and oldsters got to know each other playing in the same depression-era auditorium that we grew up in. There is a Hebrew expression – L’dor Vador, “generation to generation”. This rehearsal and concert was clearly a l’dor vador experience
Many of the alums had not touched their horns for the past 50 years or so, and did so on this weekend with great reluctance and fear. On that Saturday afternoon we rehearsed the combined alum/student orchestra (Beethoven’s Egmont was the music of choice) and band. One of the band’s selections was Buglers’ Holiday and the soloists were the original trumpet trio that played together in 1957.
But soon, some unexpected drama occurred. During the band rehearsal in the afternoon, chills went through the band when it became apparent that the conductor from our alumni group was having difficulty conducting the Host 2nd Suite – basic repertoire in the band world. The band stumbled miserably through the music that is littered with difficult meter and tempo changes. The old pride of performance came through as the band recognized that we may embarrass ourselves during the concert that night, something we dreaded.
Suddenly, after the rehearsal I was asked to take over the baton. Even though I would not get time to rehearse the group, I accepted the task with trepidation. Later that afternoon, I pored over the score to make sure that I gave the group SOME element of correct direction.
One piece of music that the alums demanded we play was the Sousa favorite, Stars and Stripes Forever. In our day there was a beloved performance ritual that occurred with the playing of Stars and Stripes. The piccolos stood up and marched to the front to play their solo and for the final grandioso the trumpets and trombones marched to the front to join the pics while a huge American flag was dropped from the ceiling at the rear of the stage. Everyone loved this corny spectacle and waited for it to be played at the conclusion of every concert.
When planning for this concert, our organizer (Dick Rose) asked the present Heights band directors if we could do the Stars and Stripes in the old manner. The directors had no idea what we meant. After Dick explained the drill to them, they set out to look for the flag.
A stage hand finally found it but the old flag was disintegrated and not ready for prime time. Dick immediately ordered another oversized flag and had it next-day shipped, in time to be prepared for the performance.
The concert that night began with the high school band and orchestra playing their pieces as well as a couple of selections from the fall high school musical, Sound of Music. All the performances were excellent and it was heartwarming to see that the great traditions of performance excellence at Heights were continued.
The old and young musicians finally assembled for their part in the concert. The old wrinkled chops came back to life and grandparents were playing like kids again. When it was time for the Holst Suite to be played, I realized how crazy I was to attempt this conducting chore. The band was shocked to see me on the podium instead of in the horn section. As I looked out in their faces, I sensed that they were saying, “OK Ken, we’re with you and we’re going to make this happen.” And they did. I was sweating buckets, but they were concentrating and somehow it worked. It was a great moment of everyone working together.
After the Holst, the final Stars and Stripes was played and emotions were high. Arthritic hips and knees prevented the old players from standing up as quickly as 50 years before, but there they were, proudly playing Sousa and pretending to be young again. They didn’t march up to the front but stood in place, magically the brand new flag was dropped at the right time, and those shiny brass instruments were raised and did their thing.
It was a thrilling moment for all. People in the audience cried and Alice Farinacci jumped out of her wheel chair to whoop and holler. The old magic of the Farinacci days came back, if just for a few hours.
Sadly there are no test scores for bands and orchestras to prove how good schools perform, but usually schools with excellent performing groups usually have great academics as well.
The Heights music program taught us discipline, pride, hard work and the importance of art in our lives.
The weekend in November is still being discussed and remembered by all of its participants. It was a perfect way to honor not only Mr. John F. Farinacci, but the profound importance that music and arts plays in our public schools.
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