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Wa Concert Series presents Schubert Masterworks in Review

Charles Neidich, clarinet

Smithsonian Chamber Players- Vera Beths, Cynthia Roberts, violins; Steven Dann, viola; Kenneth Slowik, cello; Anthony Manzo, double bass; Andrew Schwartz, bassoon; William Purvis, horn

Tenri Cultural Center, New York, NY

April 21, 2018

Clarinetist Charles Neidich impeccably curates a gem of a concert series called Wa (circle, harmony, completeness) at New York’s Tenri Cultural center. Not all of the important musical events in a city as rich in them as New York take place in the “big” venues. Each Wa concert also comes with hand-crafted snacks before the concert and dinner with wine after, made by Mr. Neidich’s wife Ayako Oshima ,herself an accomplished clarinetist. On this occasion, Mr. Neidich enlisted the services of one of the nation’s eminent chamber groups: the Smithsonian Chamber Players, to perform a single masterwork: Schubert’s epic-sized Octet in F major, D. 803.

Commissioned by clarinetist Ferdinand Troyer, the Octet was composed in March 1824. The work was premiered at Archduke Rudolf’s home by many of the same musicians who played Beethoven’s Septet. Schubert goes Beethoven one better by adding an additional violin to the instrument group. The Octet’s length was noticed even in 1824; it runs at least one hour depending on repeats, and led Stravinsky (as related in the very complete oral program note by cellist Kenneth Slowik) to say that he “didn’t mind if he occasionally fell asleep during a work by Schubert, since I know I am waking up in Paradise.” After all, isn’t listening to an hour of Schubert better than updating your Instagram feed?

These players gave a triumphant reading of the piece, full of sensitive detail and shaping, with full emotional commitment and harmonic direction. In the case of the Octet, as with most of Schubert, remote keys are visited with such rapidity and fluidity that it can all pass by too easily unless the performers make real events from them.

I’m tempted to say: “There are only two kinds of clarinetists: Charles Neidich, and everyone else.” Perhaps this is unfair to the many great players out there, but every time I’ve heard Mr. Neidich this season, I come away with the same stunned revelation of superb lyricism coupled with supernatural breath control. He possesses that nearly untranslatable German quality of Innigkeit (inwardness, combined with emotional intensity). He also has a great deal of wa.

Mr. Neidich’s assembled team plays period instruments (or faithful modern copies), and this immediately solves any vexing problems of balance, leaving the way open for the players to focus on inspiration, which they possess in abundance. Particularly enjoyable were the contributions of Anthony Manzo, double bass, whose visual involvement with the group was a delight, and bassoonist Andrew Schwartz, whose tone was so mellow I often had to glance around the group to make sure it was coming from him. All played with the highest possible level of musicianship. For an “occasional” work, this score abounds in tricky material, and no player is spared from great technical challenges, all of which have to sound effortless. Vera Beths and Cynthia Roberts handled the violin parts beautifully, and violist Steven Dann had the most delightful pizzicati. Cellist Slowik played with immense lyricism and William Purvis handled the peril-prone valveless horn with his customary aplomb. Ultimately it was the magic created by Mr. Neidich that ruled and was especially heartbreaking in the second movement, appropriate since the work was commissioned by a clarinetist.

At the beginning of the last movement, we hear what Alfred Brendel calls “the trembling of the syphilitic” dramatized by the ensemble, a window into Schubert’s lifelong “Todesahnung” (presentiment of death), especially poignant since he was just re-entering musical and social life after a spurious mercury treatment for his syphilis. The melodic fragment heard over the tremolo strongly resembles one of Schubert’s Schiller settings: Die Götter Griechenlands (The Greek Gods, 1819), which opens with the line “Schöne Welt, wo bist Du?” (Beautiful world, where art Thou?), the entire Romantic period summed up in one line. The entire “trembling” episode then serves merely as the introduction to a foot-stomping folk-like song/dance that had numerous audience members vainly resisting to tap their feet.

by Frank Daykin for New York Concert Review; New York, NY

SubCulture presents Ian Hobson: Sound Impressions: The Piano Music of Claude Debussy & Maurice Ravel- 6th in series

Ian Hobson, piano

SubCulture, New York, NY

April 18, 2018

Ian Hobson concluded his six-recital series of the complete solo piano music of Debussy and Ravel with his finest playing of the season. His customary technique did not fail him, but he added elements of dynamic control and total emotional involvement that rendered many moments simply breathtaking. I have reviewed the first, third, and fourth recitals previously in these pages, and I have been quite firm with Mr. Hobson because I believe “French is in the details,” but on this occasion, I had no reservations. The program consisted almost entirely of valedictory pieces, the last works of each composer, with one relatively early work by Debussy. The common threads: the only toccata by each composer, music inspired by wartime, and neo-Baroquism.

Mr. Hobson began with Debussy’s “updated Baroque” homage, the suite Pour le piano (1900/01), giving it one of the finest renditions I have ever heard live. The energy of the opening Prélude was fierce, and he respected the very long pedals requested by Debussy, which I have heard other pianists try to “neaten up,” thereby falsifying an important part of the color. Then came the Sarabande, a slight revision of an earlier work, redolent with the influence of Satie. Here Mr. Hobson became revelatory, with a mournful, dignified tempo and gorgeous chord balancing. Of course, his reliable nimble fingers gave us the perfect Toccata.

He followed this with two little-known Debussy gems from very late in his career: the haunted Élégie, a charity piece for a series on “Women and War,” and the Pièce pour l’oeuvre du “Vêtement du Blessé, written for the WWI relief organization, “Le Vêtement du Blessé” (The Dressing of the Wounded). Debussy, who was mortally ill with the cancer that would kill him and sick at heart with the violence of war, often wrote of the impossibility of composing music in such a time, yet he persisted. Both works were played with total sensitivity.

Mr. Hobson then presented Ravel’s final solo piano work, Le Tombeau de Couperin, a tombeau being a Baroque musical honoring of a departed colleague: here the pretext is not only Couperin, but the entire French eighteenth century, one of Ravel’s favorite idealized pasts. Ravel heightens the elegiac content with dedications to friends killed in World War I: one friend per movement, except the Rigaudon, which is dedicated to childhood friends of Ravel, Pierre and Pascal Gaudin, from Saint-Jean-de-Luz, killed by the same shell on November 12, 1914. It was their first day at the front. Their mother’s name syllabified, Ma-“rie Gau-din,” inspired the punning dedication of the Ri-gau-don. The Prélude spun its imitation harpsichord web with perfect delicacy and beautiful voicing. Hobson’s Fugue was a marvel of contrapuntal clarity (the only fugue in Ravel’s published oeuvre, its keyboard layout is confounding and awkward) and the ending vanished into heartbreaking silence. The Forlane and Rigaudon had great energy, with the middle section of the latter bringing the sense of loss firmly into our awareness. The Menuet was perfection, particularly in its final coda-like page that dissolves into a dissonant trill. Only in the Toccata (another awkward series of nightmare problems for the pianist to solve) was I aware of any slight technical struggle, yet Mr. Hobson’s unflagging momentum and his total emotional commitment made it the shattering yet triumphant ending it should always be. Ravel himself served in the war (enlisting at age 41), witnessing the horrors while driving a dilapidated truck; truly his fallen colleagues are transformed in this remarkable work. Their lives were not sacrificed in vain.

Mr. Hobson then played Debussy’s truly “last” work for solo piano, a barely-there two pages discovered in 2001, titled Les Soirs illumines par l’ardeur du charbon (Evenings lit by the glowing coal), ironically found among the possessions of a Parisian coal merchant who made sure that Debussy’s home stayed warm—there were such critical shortages of coal during World War I. The title is a line from Baudelaire’s Harmonie du soir, which Debussy had set as a song for voice and piano in 1887/89. The music browses freely from snippets of his earlier works of all periods and ends almost before it begins, which does not lessen its heavy air of nostalgia.

Mr. Hobson finished with what many consider the greatest set of Etudes since those of Chopin, Debussy’s two books of six each, containing fiendish technical challenges, all of which must stand in the service of the most sophisticated musical ideas. Each one was given the perfect treatment, just a few highlights: the fourths and sixths were magic, and the first five of book two were mesmerizing in their variety, all perfectly done. Debussy turned to the abstract as an escape from the hideous realities with which he had to deal, yet for those who listen intently, one can hear distant horn calls and barely suppressed violence even in these elegant works.

This was an immense achievement (I mean not only this recital but all six), and it brought the proper attention to a repertoire that, while “popular,” is not programmed often enough. Bravo, Ian, and come back soon.

by Frank Daykin for New York Concert Review; New York, NY

Distinguished Concerts International New York (DCINY) presents The Music of Eric Whitacre in Review

Eric Whitacre, composer/conductor

Kelly Yu-Chieh Lin, piano

Sara Jean Ford, soprano

Jad Abumrad, special guest

Distinguished Concerts Singers International

David Geffen Hall, Lincoln Center, New York, NY

April 15, 2018

Fierce rain, wind, and tax deadlines could not stop throngs of music-lovers and fans of Distinguished Concerts International New York (DCINY) from coming to hear the music of Eric Whitacre and friends at David Geffen Hall, Sunday April 15, at 8pm. Nor could the fact that the same program (with different choirs) was heard the previous week at Carnegie Hall (for that review, go to DCINY The Music of Eric Whitacre April 8, 2018). In fact, thanks to the concert being live-streamed on Facebook, there was little to prevent virtually anyone (no pun intended) from hearing it, though nothing tops the unique excitement of live music, especially under the leadership of someone as charismatic as Eric Whitacre.

This reviewer first had the pleasure of hearing and reviewing the music of Eric Whitacre back in 2009, when New York Concert Review was still a print periodical rather than an online one. Mr. Whitacre was already in great demand but there was clearly much more coming. My description of his music as “ingenious” and “inspired” is as true now as then, and expectations that his musical commentary “could make him a real Pied Piper” appear to have been fulfilled and surpassed (not that any special credit is claimed for these observations – rather like observing that water is wet).

Mr. Whitacre (b. 1970) is a bit young to be having anything resembling a retrospective, but this concert allowed his fans to hear music spanning nearly three decades, some “greatest hits” alongside some newer works, plus a few friends’ works and arrangements tossed into the mix. Adding to the firepower were the Distinguished Concerts Singers International, unfailing collaborative pianist Kelly Yu-Chieh Lin, fine soprano Sara Jean Ford, radio host and sound designer Jad Abumrad, and some five-hundred singers hailing from Arizona, California, Georgia, Illinois, Kansas, New Jersey, New York, North Carolina, Oregon, South Carolina, Texas, Canada, and (as DCINY’s written material states) “individual singers from around the globe.”

Mr. Whitacre’s entrance with the pianist, Ms. Lin, was greeted with cheering, as one expects from rock stars, and with characteristic energy he leapt puckishly to the podium. As an opening greeting, he led the choir in his own arrangement of The Star-Spangled Banner by John Stafford-Smith. The gesture was appreciated by many in the audience who stood up, with hands on hearts. Some traditionalists might not take to all of it – this listener is still on the fence – but it was certainly interesting to hear the old familiar phrases treated with Mr. Whitacre’s signature sound – the added major and minor seconds coloring basic triadic sonorities.

Moving on to Mr. Whitacre’s strictly original works, the program continued with his very famous piece Lux Aurumque (2000), translated as “Light and Gold” (the latter being also the name of his Grammy-winning album from 2012). It was beautifully executed by the massive choir. Thanks to some alchemy of the composer’s, the voices do seem to shimmer in this, and depending on the dynamics of each individual voice, a harmony pulsates between consonance and dissonance, producing the illusion of the choir being a single vibrating organism. The combined choirs, which had met only a few days before, gave a beautiful performance.

Five Hebrew Love Songs (1995) followed, short evocative pieces on texts written by Hila Plitmann and given sensitive accompaniment by a string quartet who also played the quiet introduction. Temuná was pensive, rendered with a folk-like simplicity, followed by Kalá Kallám, which resembled a plaintive sicilienne in the lower voices before breaking into exultant dance music in the higher voices, with tambourine accents. It was quite impressive to see so many young people singing from memory in various languages, in this case Hebrew, and it was a credit to their directors who undoubtedly worked for many months to achieve such a high level. The last three songs included Lárov, appropriately brief to suit a text about love diminishing distances, and Eyze shéleg! an exquisite musical evocation of falling snow. Rakút, gently closed with the strings just as they had opened the set.

Little Birds (1992), next, was evidence that Mr. Whitacre’s flair for unusual effects in choral music started early. Set to an enchanting poem on birds by Octavio Paz, it includes bird whistles from the choristers and a fluttering descent of white pages at the close, suggesting the rusting of birds among the trees.

To mix things up, and because the composer John Mackey is a good friend and colleague of Mr. Whitacre’s, this concert included the New York premiere of Mr. Mackey’s piece The Rumor of a Secret King (premiere if one counts this Geffen Hall performance as an extension of last week’s Carnegie Hall premiere, the actual first). Mr. Mackey needs little introduction to new music circles, but this piece, reportedly his first foray into choral music (set to a text by his wife A. E. Jaques), met all expectations. Filled with a sense of anticipation built on repeated syllables blending with the text to a final climactic Alleluia, it was conducted precisely and winningly. At the end, Mr. Whitacre remarked, “I hope John was watching on Facebook” – then looked at the camera and quipped, “Wassup, John?”

Returning to his own composition briefly, Mr. Whitacre conducted The Seal Lullaby (set to text of Rudyard Kipling), a touching piece composed originally for film, before conducting two arrangements by another friend, Moses Hogan (1957-2003), the spirituals Elijah Rock and The Battle of Jericho, both performed with infectious spirit and wonderful rhythmic energy. (A third spiritual, I want Jesus to Walk with Me, was listed on the printed program but was omitted.) What a great close to the first half!

After intermission, we heard only work of Mr. Whitacre himself. First came his enchanting setting of Goodnight Moon (text by Margaret Wise Brown) sung beautifully by the chorus, with the voice of soprano Sara Jean Ford soaring like a dream over all, and following it was the setting of the stunning poem, I carry your heart, by E.E. Cummings, a piece dedicated to the marriage of two friends. As Mr. Whitacre recounted, it took much searching to find the right music for the latter gem – but the good news is that he did, and with great soulfulness. The performance by these newly convened choruses was again remarkably sensitive.

Cloudburst (1991) was a welcome rain after the great emotional weight invested in the prior pieces. Much loved and imitated by now, notably for the striking finger-snapping, clapping and other effects to simulate a storm, it was a joy to revisit since my first hearing in 2009. The effects were so persuasive (and the audience cooperated) that one really wanted to grab a towel and dry off! Home, from The Sacred Veil was then given its Lincoln Center Premiere. Part of a new work that Mr. Whitacre says needed adjusting as recently as the day before this concert, it is set to a text by Charles Anthony Silvestri on the large matters of life, death and the thin veil between them. For this work, the composer drew upon the electronic expertise of Jad Abumrad in creating sounds of surf. It is a deeply moving piece about finding one’s spiritual “home” in one’s true love.

Another high point of the program was The City and The Sea (premiered in 2010 by DCINY), a set of five more E.E. Cummings poems of varying emotions and scenes. The music matched and magnified the texts’ moods, from the sanguine i walked the boulevard to the melancholic the moon is hiding in her hair. At the heart were maggie and milly and molly and may and as is the sea marvelous, both set with a sense of youthful wonder and sung accordingly. Perhaps the most memorable though was the final one, little man in a hurry, enlivened by Mr. Whitacre’s dance-like conducting style. He led his attentive singers in a precise and comically frenzied performance.

From this point, emotions took a plunge in Mr. Whitacre’s arrangement of the extremely dark song, Hurt by Trent Reznor (b. 1965), sung in the nineties by the group Nine Inch Nails, later Johnny Cash, and also by Mr. Reznor himself. The lyrics (including “I will let you down,” “I will bring you pain,” and, “everyone I know goes away in the end”) speak of profound depression. It is not easy, in this listener’s opinion, to convey through the angelic voices of several hundred well-coached choristers the kind of raw loneliness and despair that one once heard in the gravelly voice of the lone, weather-beaten Johnny Cash as he sang it, but Mr. Whitacre’s setting was truly painful in a completely different, stylized way. Soprano Sara Jean Ford sang the agonizing words against a faint choral hum at first, joined later in the devastating lyrics by all. At times, Ms. Ford’s voice reached otherworldly heights, sounding almost wailing over the other voices, and the overall effect was excruciating.

Not much can follow such pain except sleep, and the song Sleep (2000) followed, closing on a soft note what was Whitacre’s 15^th concert with DCINY. The audience rallied from the depths to applaud and cheer the musicians and the music. Bravo once again to DCINY and to Eric Whitacre.

by Rorianne Schrade for New York Concert Review; New York, NY

Distinguished Concerts International New York (DCINY) Presents Dreamweaver in Review

Distinguished Concerts Orchestra, Distinguished Concerts Singers International, James M. Meaders, DCINY Conductor

Ola Gjeilo, Composer-in-residence and Piano

Miran Vaupotić, Guest Conductor

Meredith Lustig, Soprano

Jessica Grigg, Alto

Stern Auditorium, Carnegie Hall, New York, NY

April 15, 2018

Once again Distinguished Concerts International New York (DCINY) demonstrated the power of music on a massive scale in their recent concert at Carnegie Hall. It was another extravaganza.

Behind it all, of course, is a mission of encouraging music far and wide through performance and education, and in tribute to one who devoted decades to this mission, James M. Meaders, DCINY Conductor, presented the DCINY Educator Laureate Award to conductor, arranger, author, and educator, Dr. Milburn Price at the program’s opening. It set a tone of reverence to start off the evening.

For the music itself, Norwegian Ola Gjeilo and American Dan Forrest were the two featured composers whose major works were presented, alongside shorter works by Michael J. Evans, Joseph Deems Taylor, Dwight Beckham, and Matej Meštrović. Mr. Gjeilo and Mr. Forrest share some remarkable similarities in some ways. Both happen to have been born in 1978, and both write music that employs rather conservative tonality in exploring spiritual themes. Both are part of a growing wave of choral music that often hearkens back to days of chant, while freely tapping into multicultural or folk material, the simple harmonies and spare textures of New Age music, and some cinematic orchestral elements. Both composers are, perhaps needless to say, immensely popular.

Whatever one’s musical style preferences might be, it is hard not to admire the passion with which several hundred choir members on Sunday embraced both composer’s works. The Distinguished Concerts Singers International, the core group, along with the Distinguished Concerts Orchestra, set the stage for committed performances by choruses from the states of California, Florida, Georgia Kentucky, Louisiana, Minnesota, Mississippi, Oregon South Carolina, Texas, and Washington, as well as Australia, Canada, the UK, New Zealand, and (as DCINY’s printed material states) “individuals from around the globe.” Wow!

Mr. Gjeilo, known as the composer-in-residence with the well-loved group, Voces8 (heard on Decca with the choir, Tenebrae), has composed for other notable groups as well, such as the Phoenix Chorale, whose bestselling Northern Lights collection on Chandos was named iTunes Best Classical Vocal Album of 2012. Mr. Gjeilo has also released crossover piano albums Stone Rose and Piano Improvisations, parts of which this listener has heard and would characterize as “New Age.” As a disclaimer, New Age is not a style of which this listener is terribly fond in general, though, Mr. Gjeilo’s persuasive gifts make that stance difficult.

The first work we heard on Sunday was Mr. Ojeilo’s set of seven choral pieces called Dreamweaver, including movements, Prologue, Dreamsong, The Bridge, Intermezzo, Paradise, Dominion, and Epilogues. Mr. Ojeilo’s biography states that “his music often draws inspiration from movies and cinematic music” – and one could certainly hear that marked influence on Sunday. In the movement entitled Bridge, built largely on a rhythmically driving repeated bass note beneath surging crescendi, one could easily imagine a film hero engaged in desperate struggle, and indeed, the text of Dreamweaver features its own hero. It is based on the Norwegian medieval folk poem, Draumkvedet (with translated text by Charles Anthony Silvestri) in which its protagonist, after a thirteen-day sleep, recounts his dreams of “brave, beautiful, terrifying, and ultimately redeeming journey through the afterlife” (in the composer’s words).

The alternation of hymn-like calm and robust cinematic flourishes made for immediately gratifying dramatic episodes, even if occasionally one felt a yearning for the slower burn of a work by Beethoven or Brahms. Highlights were expressive solos from the string principals and some subtle chordal surprises in the opening movement Prologue.

Mr. Gjielo’s Song of the Universal followed, set to a text of Walt Whitman. Opening with a quiet choral hum, the music built to ecstatic peaks. The piano alternated between providing glassy rhythmic treble timbres and simply underscoring the basic harmonies. A personal reservation from this listener was that occasionally when the piano served merely to outline or double the harmonies, it detracted from, rather than adding to, the transcendent effect as a whole, lending things a more pedestrian feeling. Overall, though, Gjeilo’s pieces – and their performances – emerged as music that should engage this increasingly “attention deficit” world. Maestro James M. Meaders conducted with marvelous mastery and energy, as he did again later in the Dan Forrest work.

One would be remiss not to mention the superb soprano, Meredith Lustig, whose sound soared with great purity with and above the chorus. She also sang in the second half to grace the Forrest work, as did exceptional alto, Jessica Grigg.

Dan Forrest, whose Jubilate Deo closed the program, is known as the acclaimed composer of choral, orchestral, instrumental, and wind band works, which, through several publishers, have sold in the millions of copies and become firmly ensconced in the repertoires of musicians around the world. Mr. Forrest’s Requiem for the Living, given its New York premiere under the auspices of DCINY in 2014, was reviewed quite favorably in New York Concert Review here: DCINY Life and Liberty In Review.

Jubilate Deo is a remarkably potent work. Employing texts in Latin, Hebrew, Arabic, Mandarin, Zulu, and Spanish, it marks a growing trend towards a “globalized” choral style seen also in some of the music of Karl Jenkins, Christopher Tin, and others. The sheer numbers onstage were so large that, even in the hands of expert conductor Meaders, they threatened to encumber the tempo stability and ensemble; thankfully, however, they never quite did. With the steel resolve and training by so many choral directors from all over the world, these singers held their own in what was ultimately a triumph.

Especially moving was the second piece, a duet sung in Hebrew and Arabic simultaneously by Ms. Grigg and Ms. Lustig, intended to symbolize (in the words of the composer) “the unity between these cultures.” It was extremely stirring. Other highlights included the rousing Zulu movement, Ngokujabula!, which is so infectiously joyful that it will surely be a favorite with choruses as a standalone piece. This listener could not shake the tune for much of the day, despite inability to pronounce the word! Bravo to all!

Sandwiched between the Gjeilo and the Forrest was a string of shorter works for orchestra alone under the direction of excellent guest conductor Miran Vaupotić. The group started with Into the Woods by American composer Michael J. Evans (b. 1964), a musical celebration inspired by a Celtic fertility festival. It was played with exotic sensual relish.

Next came a work by American Joseph Deems Taylor (1885-1966), known more commonly as simply Deems Taylor and remembered today more for his music criticism and eponymous award in music criticism than for his compositions. Despite (or perhaps because of) his relative obscurity as a composer, it was a joy to hear a composition of his, a well-constructed, thoughtful movement of stately mood. Mr. Vaupotić is to be commended for looking outside of the more commonly played fare.

Also unknown to this listener was a work by American Dwight Beckham (b. 1931), entitled Memorial Ode. Based on the beautiful Ralph Vaughan Williams tune Sine Nomine, it is enhanced by timpani and snare drum rhythms yielded by the initials HR in International Morse Code (for the dedicatee Harold Romoser) – an intriguing compositional feature. It is a regal work and was given a fine performance.

Last of this set before intermission was a performance of Danube Rhapsody by Croatian Matej Meštrović (b. 1969), with the composer at the piano in two flashy concerto-type movements which brought to mind some of the festive crowd-pleasers of André Rieu or other crossover artists. It was clearly a joyous moment for the performers, particularly Mr. Meštrović, who took several selfies and blew kisses to the audience!

The evening was all in all quite a success. The audience appeared to love every minute. In this day of decrying empty seats in concert halls, DCINY apparently has their answer to that problem.

by Rorianne Schrade for New York Concert Review; New York, NY

The Viola Sings: Noree Chamber Soloists, NYC Concert Series III in Review

Yoon Lee, Yi Qun Xu, artistic directors

Yoon Lee, piano; Stella Chen, Bela Horvath, violins; Sung Jin Lee, Caeli Smith, violas; Aaron Wolff, Mariko Wyrick, Yi Qun Xu, cellos; Yi Hsuan Chiu, double bass

Church of the Blessed Sacrament, New York, NY

April 12, 2018

The Noree Chamber Soloists gave a good program April 12th at the Church of the Blessed Sacrament that featured the viola in various prominent roles. For me, the terms “chamber” and “soloist” don’t really belong together, their two aesthetics opposed, but perhaps I’m just being cranky. These young players are all obviously in command of their instruments, playing with musicality of a high order. Any reservations I have I will attempt to clarify in the details below.

The evening began with a beautifully phrased account of Mozart’s well-known Piano Concerto No. 23 in A major (K. 488), in which the soloist and artistic director Yoon Lee showed fleet scale-work, utterly even runs, and poetry when needed, despite the inferior instrument on which she had to perform. I did feel that it sounded “denatured” without the ever-so-important wind parts. Perhaps K. 414 (No. 12, the “other” A major) would have been a better choice, since Mozart himself arranged it for piano and string quartet. The strings sounded well, but I would have preferred greater inflection in phrase direction; I thought the acoustics of the large cathedral space were “eating details,” so to speak. I would have liked to hear more from Yoon Lee, but this was her only contribution to the evening.

A very good rendition of Ligeti’s solo viola sonata by Sung Jin Lee followed. It uses Rumanian folk-sources and their characteristic quarter-tone bending to tell its story. No matter how well one explains the pitch bending, it remains difficult for ears that are not culturally accustomed to hear it as anything but “out-of-tune”. It was certainly not in this case.

Yoon Lee, Pianist

All the works were preceded by verbal program notes, which I enjoy, but the speakers need to project their voices so all might hear them clearly, especially in such a reverberant space. The lack of printed program notes, a lamentably common event in New York of late, seemed especially wrong given the unusual repertoire presented.

Next came an excellent rendition of Derek Bermel’s Soul Garden, for viola and string quintet, with Caeli Smith as soloist. Mr. Bermel delivered his own program note, stating that he conceived the viola as a sort of “gospel baritone,” and the bluesy flavor of the solo part was perfectly done. The difficult ensemble accompaniment was especially ethereal.

After intermission, Brahms’s String Quintet No.1 in F major, Op. 88 was given a strong, committed reading, one that flowed with liquid enthusiasm, appropriate for this mostly sunny score. Phrasing, direction, and many details were all carefully worked out, though I wished for more “growing” when, for instance, a note is played syncopated and held while a new harmony appears underneath it. It is too easy to play one’s instrument so well that the sense of yearning, so crucial to Romantic period music (especially Brahms), can be minimized, removing an important dimension from the music. Also, as often happens in such an acoustic, the lowest sonorities tend to disappear, and I felt the cello part needed to compensate more for that. Sung Jin Lee was the excellent “singing” first viola. Stella Chen on first violin, and cellist Yi Qun Xu were also wonderful, which is not to ignore the contributions of the others at all. These musicians will mature even more if they remain together, but their starting level is already high.

by Frank Daykin for New York Concert Review; New York, NY

Distinguished Concerts International New York (DCINY) Presents Wind Songs in Review

The University of Mississippi Concert Singers; Don Trott, Conductor; Richard Culpepper, collaborative pianist;

Amador Valley High School Wind Ensemble; Jonathan Richard Grantham, Director; Patrick Dandrea, Assistant Director;

Rancho Bernardo High School; Zachary Christy, Director of Orchestras; Duane Otani, Director of Bands

Stern Auditorium, Carnegie Hall, New York, NY

April 8, 2018

As one has come to expect from Distinguished Concerts International New York (DCINY), they put on another large-scale celebration of music this weekend, as usual with a variety of styles, and as always, with emotions running high among performers and audience alike. How does DCINY do it? That is partly a rhetorical question, but part of the answer lies in the fact that they are not afraid of the words “college” and “high school” on some of their choral and orchestral programs, frequently alongside professionals of all ages, including world-famous musicians. After all, some of the most passionate, dedicated ensembles come from the ranks of the young, and for anyone disappointed in “youth today” (said with curmudgeonly grumble), such DCINY concerts are a sure remedy. The firepower from the stage on this occasion was matched by the palpable love from the audience.

Sunday’s concert included choral music in the first half, namely the University of Mississippi Concert Singers, and wind ensemble music after intermission – first from the Amador Valley High School Wind Ensemble from Northern California, and then a wind ensemble from the Rancho Bernardo High School from Southern California.

These multi-institutional concerts can include an overwhelming number of works with printed programs containing much information to relay, so this reviewer will share high points and not necessarily in order. For readers interested in seeing the full program notes as they appeared for this concert, they are available here for download: Program Notes- Wind Songs

The first half was impressive to say the least. The University of Mississippi Concert Singers, an auditioned ensemble under the direction of Don Trott is of an extremely high caliber. Renowned composer Eric Whitacre, who has worked with them, stated that “conducting this chorus is like driving a Ferrari,” and that is no joke. They launched the program with a rousing gospel arrangement (by Shawn Kirchner) of Unclouded Day by Rev. J. K. Alwood (1828-1909) and set the tone for the evening with high energy. The energy was no less intense (although quieter!) in the hallowed piece Taaveti laul (from Psalms of David) Estonian Cyrillus Kreek (1889-1962). A stunning setting of Psalm 104, it was a highlight of the program for this listener. It was interestingly one of several gems selected from the Baltic countries, the others being Augu Nakti, a sprightly folk piece with a feeling of seven-eight meter by Latvian Valts Pūce (b. 1962), the more tonally challenging Kanarbik (From Sügismaastikud –Autumn Landscapes) by Estonian Veljo Tormis (b. 1930-2017), and the luminous Magnificat from Latvian Ēriks Ešenvalds (b. 1977), with Brady Bramlett supplying the lovely solo part. These were all wonderful selections that deserve to be heard more often and were expertly done. Clearly there is musical gold being mined from the Baltic region.

Along with the opening spiritual, there was other Americana woven into the program, including Great Day by Warren Martin (1916-1982), which featured well done solos from Sergio Vergara, Dylan Fink, and Carley Wilemon, and the rousing gospel song Hold On! by Eugene Simpson (b. 1932), which was especially powerful at the tricky-to-tune high-pitched Picardy third ending! It was a joy also to hear Sinner, Please Don’t Let This Harvest Pass by William Grant Still (1895-1978) who is enjoying something closer to the recognition he has long deserved, with much thanks to his daughter. Incidentally, as one wanders through the gallery of framed manuscripts at Carnegie Hall, there is one by William Grant Still, a snippet from a symphony that Still himself once noted had not been played there in his lifetime. Here’s to at least partial straightening old scores (no pun intended)!

It would almost be conspicuous to omit Leonard Bernstein (1918-1990) during this centennial year, and Gloria In Excelsis from his Mass (edited by Doreen Rao) was a good addition by “Ole Miss.” It was given a strong rhythmic energy with the help of collaborative pianist Richard Culpepper, who lent fine support throughout the evening.

These offerings were rounded out by two more selections on youthful themes, including the sweetly touching “coming of age” music, Flight Song, by Norwegian Kim André Arnesen (b. 1980), with Debra Spurgeon ably taking the podium as guest conductor, and All of Us, by Craig Hella Johnson (b. 1962), a moving remembrance of Matthew Shepard, who was tragically murdered in 1998. A vocal trio of Lacey Hindman, Melanie Culhane, Caitlin Richardson gave added luster to a rendition that, despite such a tragic subject, finished with a spirit of affirmation.

DCINY’s ensembles often feature such music of special timely relevance, and the second half of wind music after intermission was no exception. The two wind ensembles were the Amador Valley High School Wind Ensemble under Jonathan Richard Grantham for most works, followed by the final group of the evening, the Rancho Bernardo High School.

We heard Michael Markowski (b. 1986) City Trees, dedicated to the Lesbian and Gay Band Association, and honoring in the composer’s words “the unique challenges my friends have faced and had to overcome.” We heard the highly dramatic work, Testament, by David Maslanka (1943-2017) – with winds, brass, and percussion especially powerful the roar of pain and war.

As if afraid to let things get too dark, we had several kinds of levity in alternation. The Amador winds opened with Louis-Aimé Maillart (1817-1871) The Dragoons of Villars Overture (arr. Clifford Barnes) – pure flashy fun, in an Offenbach sort of way, and clearly fun for these young players. Following the Markowski, we heard Shepherd’s Hey of Percy Grainger (1882-1961, arr. Rogers) with Patrick Dandrea, taking the podium with spirit and returning it to Mr. Grantham, who ably resumed with the lion’s share. For more comic relief we heard The Roosters Lay Eggs in Kansas by Mayhew Lake (1879-1955), complete with duck calls and other silly fun.

The final group from Rancho Bernardo High School also played selections with solemn notes. Under their Director of Orchestras, Zachary Christy, they opened with Fanfare – The Benefaction from Sky and Mother Earth by Satoshi Yagisawa (b. 1975), with the percussion section in full force (albeit a bit overwhelming for the upper winds at times), and following, under Duane Otani, Director of Bands, was An American Elegy by Frank Ticheli (b. 1958). Despite being written to honor the victims of Columbine High School in 1999, it was spacious and regal. As the composer wrote, “It is offered as a tribute to their great strength and courage in the face of a terrible tragedy.”

As the final hurrah of the evening Mr. Otani led his winds in Armenian Dances by Alfred Reed (1921-2005) a brisk and colorful set, played tautly and with vigor.

All in all, it was a heartwarming and inspiring evening. Kudos to all involved!

by Rorianne Schrade for New York Concert Review; New York, NY

Distinguished Concerts International New York (DCINY) presents The Music of Eric Whitacre in Review

Eric Whitacre, composer/conductor

Kelly Yu-Chieh Lin, piano

Sarah Jean Ford, soprano

Distinguished Concerts Singers International

Stern Auditorium at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY

April 8, 2018

How does one make a concert that is both entertaining and musically substantive? This is something that many concert organizers struggle with, but Distinguished Concerts International New York (DCINY) has discovered a simple formula that is a lock for sure-fire success: Invite Eric Whitacre to conduct a concert of his own works. This is Eric Whitacre’s fifteenth appearance with DCINY. Five hundred forty-three singers from Ohio, Massachusetts, California, Canada, United Arab Emirates, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Utah, Wisconsin, Texas, Tennessee, New Jersey, and individual singers from around the globe gathered under the direction of Mr. Whitacre for an afternoon of some old favorites (Lux Aurumque, Seal Lullaby, The City and the Sea, Cloudburst, and Sleep) with newer works (e.g., Hurt and “Home” from the Sacred Veil), in addition to works by Moses Hogan and John Mackey.

Eric Whitacre is a true force of nature – Grammy-winning composer, conductor, public speaker, and evangelist for the cause of music. He is one of the most charismatic people in any field this reviewer has seen in action. His enthusiasm is simply infectious; one cannot help being drawn in by this dynamic personality.

The Star-Spangled Banner, as arranged by Whitacre, was a welcome pre-concert opener overall. It has some of his characteristic close harmonies, and some other additions for dramatic effect, including that hackneyed leap of a fourth on the held note “Free,” and a Hollywood-esque soundtrack finish. Thankfully, it was not the melisma-fest one so often hears at sporting events by various pop stars.

The program did not follow the printed order, but Mr. Whitacre announced each work with some of the history/back story behind each work. There was a moment of confusion when a string quartet appeared on stage at the appointed time after Mr. Whitacre had just announced the ensuing piece, but without missing a beat, he vamped à la Airplane! – “I picked the wrong week to stop taking amphetamines.” Roaring laughter followed.

Lux Aurumque, one of his earlier works, opened the concert proper. I’ve heard this work countless times, yet it still amazes me how the simplest means have such a profound effect. The chorus rendered the close intervals flawlessly, with excellent balance and intonation. This was an excellent start!

The next piece, Little Birds, to text by Octavio Paz, could be described as “Fauré for the 21st century.” Mr. Whitacre acknowledged Fauré’s influence in his remarks. Complete with bird whistles and paper waving at the end, it was enchanting.

Five Hebrew Love Songs, written in 1995 for his wife Hila Plitman to her texts, is filled with passion. Even a person with little musical training could sense that Mr. Whitacre poured his heart and soul into these songs. The addition of the string quartet added further depth to an already emotionally charged work. Each song was captivating in its own way, but Temuna (A picture), with its almost mournful sentimentality, and the atmospheric, shimmering Eyze sheleg! (What Snow!) were my favorites.

The next work, The Rumor of a Secret King, by John Mackey (b. 1973), set to text from Mr. Mackey’s wife Abby Jaques, was written at the request of Mr. Whitacre. Mr. Mackey and Mr. Whitacre were classmates at Juilliard and remain close friends. It is not a secret that I am an admirer of Mr. Mackey’s works, so I was especially looking forward to this piece. It is filled with driving rhythmic energy, combined with hints of John Tavener. My admiration is intact; this is a worthy addition to the repertoire that was given a winning performance. Mr. Whitacre told the audience that Mr. Mackey is very active on social media and to send him a tweet telling him how good his work was! I am sure many people did just that.

Seal Lullaby, with text from Rudyard Kipling, followed the Mackey. It originally was intended for a DreamWorks project that was abandoned in favor of Kung Fu Panda. Mr. Whitacre called this piece “trunk music,” a work written that is stored away to be used at some point in the future. The tune is simple, yet very moving, and the timbre of the singers was ideal in a touching performance.

The first half concluded with two well-loved and frequently performed spirituals arranged by Moses Hogan (1957-2003), Elijah Rock and The Battle of Jericho (and a third selection in the printed program was omitted). The audience loved the rollicking works and gave all a standing ovation that one usually sees only at the end of a concert.

The second half was all music of Mr. Whitacre. His Goodnight Moon opened. The lyrics come from the beloved children’s book of the same name, which Mr. Whitacre said he has read to his son “at least a thousand times.” It had all the child-like innocence in a sweet, wistful performance that would enchant children of all ages from one to ninety-nine.

The New York premiere of i carry your heart, with text from E.E. Cummings, was next. It was composed as a surprise gift to two friends of Mr. Whitacre. He said it was the favorite poem of the two, and that it was hoped that he could set it to be used at their wedding. Alas, it was not to be, as Mr. Whitacre was unable to get the setting to his satisfaction, instead giving “the worst best man speech in history.” Sometime later, Mr. Whitacre was sitting at the piano randomly striking chords, when a simple two-chord sequence was the catalyst for showing him the path he could not find previously. I’m sure his friends loved the post-wedding gift. The chorus was superb in the “unfolding” of the layers of sound, as it expanded into its full grandeur.

Cloudburst, with text by Octavio Paz, is one of Mr. Whitacre’s signature pieces. With added percussion for the “storm” and chorus member finger snaps for “rain,” it is an aurally and visually arresting tour-de-force. I was disappointed that so few in the audience took the cue from Mr. Whitacre to snap their fingers rapidly in creating the cloudburst effect. It would have been amazing if the entire hall had joined in! Nonetheless, it was still a mesmerizing eight minutes.

The World Premiere of “Home” from The Sacred Veil, courtesy of the DCINY Premiere Project, followed. It is a part of a larger work that Mr. Whitacre is writing in collaboration with his friend Charles Anthony Silvestri. Mr. Whitacre described the veil as the dividing point between the living and the dead, but not a barrier to communication between these worlds. The text is a remembrance of the second date Mr. Silvestri had with his wife, who passed away twelve years ago from ovarian cancer, of the feeling of falling deeply in love with her – “You, feel like home.” A cellist joined the piano and chorus. It was heartbreakingly beautiful, and the emotional impact is still lingering inside me. I very much want to hear the complete work.

The next work, the city and the sea, brought back a light mood. It uses the texts of five poems by E.E. Cummings. Three selections, the jaunty No.1, i walked the boulevard, the nostalgia-tinged No. 3, maggie and milly and molly and may, and the furiously hectic No.5, little man in a hurry were this listener’s favorites.

Hurt, by Trent Reznor (b. 1965), from the group Nine Inch Nails, is a song that Mr. Whitacre told the audience is one of his favorites. An unforgettable cover of this song by Johnny Cash is one of the very last things The Man in Black did before his death. The power of the lyrics is undeniable regardless of one’s feelings about the music itself. Mr. Whitacre’s conception harnesses the rawness of emotion with an otherworldly feeling. Sara Jean Ford’s soprano voice wandered in and out like a calling from beyond. It was haunting, and even a bit unsettling, which might account for the somewhat bewildered response from the audience. This listener found it to be most compelling.

Sleep was the final work. Originally written using Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Mr. Whitacre was denied permission by the Frost estate to use the text in any form, including performance, until 2038 (when the work would enter the public domain), and was threatened with legal action. Luckily for Mr. Whitacre, his friend Charles Anthony Silvestri was able to provide him with a metrically identical poem, for which Mr. Whitacre was able to use the already written music. It was a sublime ending to a memorable afternoon. The audience gave Mr. Whitacre a long standing ovation. The formula remains effective: Mission accomplished, DCINY!

Kudos to the unsung hero of this concert, pianist Kelly Yu-Chieh Lin, who was a superstar in her own right. If one missed this concert, it will be encored on April 15, 2018 at David Geffen Hall at Lincoln Center.

by Jeffrey Williams for New York Concert Review; New York, NY

Legato Arts presents Ivan Ženatý in Review

Ivan Ženatý, violin

Weill Recital Hall at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY

April 4, 2018

For the 333rd anniversary of the year of J.S. Bach’s birth, Czech violinist Ivan Ženatý presented three selections from the celebrated Sonatas and Partitas for solo violin (BWV 1001-1006). He offered two partitas (No. 3, BWV 1006 and No. 2, BWV 1004) and one sonata (No.1, BWV 1001) in a program played without intermission or significant pause (more about this later). It was to prove to be a night of profundity and artistry that held the sold-out Weill Hall enthralled.

Mr. Ženatý (www.ivanzenaty.com) is what one might call a “throwback.” In today’s world, where many performers resort to “shock and awe” tactics with edgy wardrobe choices and brashness, often with a heavy dose of histrionic gestures, it is refreshing to see a performer honoring the traditions of days past. Dressed elegantly in white tie and tails, Mr. Ženatý has a regal bearing that exudes confidence, but without arrogance. There are no mannerisms to draw attention to himself; rather, he is a faithful servant of the music, investing in it his full attention and energy.

Written in 1720, the Sonatas and Partitas are models of the violin’s technical capacity as a solo instrument, and they have become an essential part of the violin repertoire. Georges Enescu considered them “The Himalayas of violinists,” and he recorded all the sonatas and partitas in the late 1940s. Perhaps more relevant to this evening, though, is mention of Josef Suk’s recordings and performances of these very works, as Mr. Suk was among the important mentors of Mr. Ženatý. It occurred to this listener at several points in the evening that his influence was discernible in matters of tone and artistry – both exceptional.

Opening with celebrated Partita No. 3 in E major, BWV 1006, Mr. Ženatý established his command immediately. The quick dynamic changes in the Preludio were flawless, and without any loss of sonority or tempo. Particularly beautiful were his softer passages. So many string players lose the quality of projection when playing softly – or worse, in amateurish cases, slow down! – but Mr. Ženatý demonstrated an effortless mastery with no such issues. His ornaments were delicate without being brittle or strained sounding, and he never rushed in the lively movements. He showed a flexibility of phrasing and elegance that were just what was needed for the courtlier dance movements, with exemplary clarity and crispness of articulation.

Throughout the evening, it should be noted, Mr. Ženatý’s intonation was always precise and his bow work exquisite, without any hint ever of scratchiness. One can only hope that, in his capacity as a teacher (on the faculty of the Cleveland Institute of Music and elsewhere), he can impart his secrets to the next generation! It doesn’t hurt that Mr. Ženatý plays a 1740 Giuseppe Guarneri del Jesu violin, courtesy of the Harmony Foundation of New York, but naturally even such a violin doesn’t play itself!

Following the E Major Partita was the Sonata No.1 in G minor, BWV 1001. Played incisively throughout, with careful attention to the smallest of details, it was a virtual masterclass on how to play this work.

I must offer one serious criticism, not about the quality of Mr. Ženatý’s playing, but that he did not allow sufficient time between works for the audience members to “reset” their ears. This listener needs the sonic equivalent of a glass of water (i.e., a moment of silence), and while the violinist might have not wished to lose his momentum, it was apparent that some in the audience were not even clear about where in the program they were (as was evidenced by the lack of any applause until the complete end). Leaving the stage for just a moment would have solved all issues, and I am a bit surprised that such an intelligent musician failed to avail himself of this simple action.

The Partita No.2 in D minor, BWV 1004, with its epic final Chaconne, ended the program. This Chaconne, in the right hands, is always the pinnacle of a program, and as much as one had been mesmerized by the playing throughout this concert, including the beautifully played earlier movements of this Partita – especially the Sarabande – one could feel the anticipation building right up through the Giga that precedes it. Yehudi Menuhin called the Chaconne “the greatest structure for solo violin that exists,” and Joshua Bell has said the Chaconne is “not just one of the greatest pieces of music ever written, but one of the greatest achievements of any man in history. It’s a spiritually powerful piece, emotionally powerful, structurally perfect.” It is indeed all of the above, but it takes a violinist of the highest order, and Mr. Ženatý fit the bill. He not only did not flag after the preceding works but, on the contrary, he seemed to be even more energized and focused than during the rest of the evening. He took a deep breath before launching into it, and it was clear that he was embarking on an unforgettable journey. His conception was breathtaking, and no detail was amiss in the realization of it. One was left simply awestruck.

The audience (finally!) responded and gave Mr. Ženatý an immediate and richly deserved standing ovation. Shouts of Bravo! beckoned Mr. Ženatý to return to the stage four times, perhaps hoping to coax an encore. After the monumental Chaconne, this would have been akin to popping open a can of beer after eating at a three-star restaurant. Of course, Mr. Ženatý did not do that, but took his final leave with the Chaconne’s last notes still resounding in one’s ears.

There are not many chances to hear a violinist of this caliber live – music lovers who have the opportunity to hear Ivan Ženatý in future performances should not hesitate to go.

by Jeffrey Williams for New York Concert Review; New York, NY

Distinguished Concerts International New York (DCINY) Presents Anniversaries in Review

Warren Lee, piano

Weill Recital Hall at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY

April 2, 2018

In this centennial year marking the birth of composer, conductor, and pianist Leonard Bernstein (1918-1990), the world is hearing a great deal of his music. The Leonard Bernstein website, www.leonardbernstein.com, features a calendar of worldwide 2018 performances including, for example, a deluge of selections and renditions of West Side Story, Candide, some high-profile performances of this reviewer’s favorite, the Chichester Psalms, and of course some of the Symphony No. 2: Age of Anxiety (including next week, April 11, the Boston Symphony Orchestra with Jean-Yves Thibaudet at Carnegie Hall); by comparison, performances of Bernstein’s piano solo collections entitled Anniversaries are included in a relative handful of events.

Enter pianist Warren Lee. In his recent Weill Recital Hall program, Mr. Lee played eight selections from Bernstein’s four sets of Anniversaries and even entitled his concert Anniversaries, despite also including George Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue, and Liszt’s Sonata in B minor (which I believe are not celebrating any particular anniversaries). Liszt’s Sonata in B minor is not often regarded as an add-on – nor for that matter the Gershwin – but the focus was clearly meant to be Bernstein here. Mr. Lee gave his audience a memorable gift of insight into Bernstein’s world, and to round it out with standard repertoire was very much in keeping with Bernstein’s own sense of balance and popular appeal.

For those not familiar with the Anniversaries (totaling 29 miniatures in four sets, but pared down for this concert), each piece is written in tribute to a particular person in Bernstein’s life, in some cases extremely well known, such as Aaron Copland or Stephen Sondheim, but in other cases less so, such as Helen Coates, Bernstein’s piano teacher and later friend and secretary. As expressive character pieces, they are not unlike Virgil Thomson’s Portraits, which presume on the part of the listener some specific (sometimes arcane) knowledge in order to reach full understanding. They therefore pose a potential problem in programming. Even many pianists are not familiar with names such as Helen Coates or Felicia Montealegre (Bernstein’s wife), so to get an audience to pay attention to works bearing those names requires an especially communicative approach. Again, enter Warren Lee.

What was so ingenious about Mr. Lee’s presentation was the alternation of his own carefully selected readings from Bernstein’s letters with his own compelling interpretations of the music. One was drawn into the relationships that inspired the different vignettes, and the music became a tonal autobiography of the composer and his colleagues and loved ones.

Bernstein, in love with humanity in a Whitmanesque way, was insatiable socially as much as musically (by his own description), and so it is fitting that some of his work is, in a sense, “about people” in his circle. In any case, one came away from this concert with a deepened awareness of Bernstein’s own feelings through his words and music. Mr. Lee’s readings and interpretations presented it all in a seamless and accessible way. No heads were in laps glued to program notes, thanks to the spoken introductions – an important consideration, as a single paragraph would take longer to read than some of the miniatures!

The excellent conception was matched by excellent pianism. In the first selection, For Felicia Montealegre Mr. Lee’s gentle and stunningly voiced phrases resembled speech patterns in their sensitive inflection. One almost felt privy to a conversation between Leonard Bernstein and his wife. The next piece, For Johnny Mehegan, inspired by the American jazz musician, brought to life an acerbic, mockingly humorous character, colorfully conveyed by Mr. Lee.

For David Diamond evokes the melancholy and intense volatility that afflicted Bernstein’s fellow composer – and subsequently their friendship – but one still needed Mr. Lee to bring it all to the listener, which he did masterfully. For Helen Coates was appropriately energetic for a woman who was a life force in many ways for Bernstein, conveying the lifelong importance to him of teaching and learning. It was played brilliantly.

For Aaron Copland, as one might expect, had a certain flavor of the composition of Copland himself, with spare, semplice textures that spoke of the vulnerability of art in a world of increasing war (as a prefatory letter illustrated as well). This piece was followed by For Sergei Koussevitzky which had heightened dissonance and a still more ponderous quality.

The variety of these pieces says so much about Bernstein’s own sensitivity and vulnerability. Despite this composer’s larger-than-life personality, each piece represented not so much Bernstein’s own ego but more intensely the impact of others on his life and work. For Stephen Sondheim was dreamy and atmospheric, as one might expect, and one heard the closeness of the two who worked together on West Side Story.

Nothing quite touched the emotional power of the final selection, In Memoriam: Helen Coates. Mr. Lee brought out its profound sadness and, with sensitive pedaling created the otherworldly music of heartbreak. It closed a musical grouping that cast Bernstein as having an even more fragile human quality as man and musician than one normally has seen. Mr. Lee proved himself to be a truly insightful and sympathetic interpreter.

George Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue for solo piano closed the first half with the racy, sassy spirit one has come to expect from this piece. Note-wise it was nearly perfect. Some sections seemed a bit straitlaced, but one could argue that at least one such performance is needed for every fifteen that are overblown and hammy. It was in a way refreshing, though I did crave a more ramped up bass in the left-hand octaves towards the end. Perhaps there was a concern about outweighing the rather glassy octaves of the treble, but sometimes one has to just go for broke with the spirit of the thing. Incidentally, though the program notes mention some comments Bernstein made about the loosely strung structure of the Gershwin, no mention was made that Bernstein played this piece often – perhaps that detail was considered self-explanatory.

As for Liszt’s Piano Sonata in B minor, it was a fine and virtuosic close, if a bit understated for this reviewer. Some parts sounded metric to the point of seeming almost perfunctory rather than gestural. On the other hand, the tautness of such passages did set in relief the elasticity of the beautiful dreamier sections, so all in all it worked. One had the occasional quibble with what seemed at some points like slight over-pedaling, and for a brief moment towards the end things did go a bit astray, but all recovered quite well.

An enthusiastic ovation merited several curtain calls and an encore of more Bernstein, For Felicia On Our 28^th Birthday (& her 52^nd). Mr. Lee capped the evening off reading words from Ronald Reagan in praise of Leonard Bernstein – a final tribute to close what was an enlightening and memorable evening. Bravo!

by Rorianne Schrade for New York Concert Review; New York, NY

Distinguished Concerts International New York (DCINY) presents Total Vocal in Review

Deke Sharon, host, conductor, arranger, and creative director

Shelley Regner, Matthew Sallee, guest soloists

VoicePlay, Shemesh Quartet, special guests

Distinguished Concerts Singers International

David Geffen Hall, Lincoln Center, New York, NY

March 25, 2018

Distinguished Concerts International New York (DCINY), masters of the “big show,” outdid themselves in the fourth edition of Total Vocal. Deke Sharon, arguably the leading force in the world of a cappella, was once again on hand to host and direct. What used to be the domain of East coast colleges, with a few hundred groups, has now exploded into a worldwide phenomenon, with over 3000 groups, largely to the popularity of shows and movies such as The Sing-Off and the Pitch Perfect franchise, to which Mr. Sharon’s contributions were integral.

The two-hour extravaganza had something for everyone, and even the crustiest of curmudgeons would have been hard pressed not to feel the pure joy that filled the hall. The concert was live streamed on DCINY’s Facebook page. Click here to watch and re-live the fun: DCINY Facebook page

There are concerts after which a reviewer will offer specific comments about intonation, diction, balance, and other musical considerations. This is not one of those concerts; for one, it would be almost obnoxiously nitpicky, and secondly, it would miss the point of the concert altogether. Quoting Mr. Sharon: “This is not a classical concert. You can clap, sing along, or dance if you want to.” Many audience members in the sold-out David Geffen Hall took up Mr. Sharon on his offer, and it was one of the most pleasurable two hours this listener has had in a long while.

Mr. Sharon informed us that there were 525 singers from nine countries, and one might make the assumption that all of the performers would all be youngsters. This would be wrong! The ranks of the singers were filled with not only teens and twenty-somethings, but many “veterans” as well. It was wonderful to see the young with the old, people from around the world all joined together having the time of their lives. My attention was especially drawn to an elderly gentleman in the front row who showed the enthusiasm and energy of a teenager. You’ll be sure to find your own favorites.

With twenty-two songs (eleven on each half), and nearly thirty soloists, it would turn this review into a book report to name each and every song and soloist. I’m going to limit myself to the guest soloists, featured ensembles, and highlights of the other selections. For a full list of songs, soloists, and performers, click here: Total Vocal Program Notes.

An ensemble named Room 100, from the Peters Township High School in Pittsburgh, offered a stylish performance of Norah Jones’s Don’t Know Why. The Shemesh Quartet from Mexico, favorites from the third Total Vocal, returned again this year and wowed the audience with their Latin Medley, which dramatized song samplings by pantomiming changing stations on a radio. The group Evolve, from Chesapeake High School in Maryland, gave us a high-octane performance of Duffy’s Mercy. Layne Stein, from VoicePlay, was dazzling in a solo of vocal percussion (sometimes called beatbox). Matthew Sallee, the newest member of Pentatonix, closed the first half with Lionel Richie’s All Night Long. His voice and engagement with the audience brought the house down in what was the highlight of the concert for this listener.

On the second half, the entire ensemble of VoicePlay sang a touching rendition of Waving Through a Window, from the Broadway hit Dear Evan Hansen. The delightfully named Psycho-Chor de FSU Jena, from Germany (the name refers to members being psychology students at the Friedrich-Schiller-University, Jena) was both slick and sophisticated in the song Royals, by Lorde. Candice Helfand-Rogers’s F You (by Lily Allen, not to be confused with the CeeLo Green song of the same title) was appropriately saucy. No Treble, from Bangalore, put their own imprint on Cups, a version of the 1931 song When I’m Gone that became popular after Anna Kendrick’s rendition in the first Pitch Perfect movie from 2012. Shelley Regner, from the Pitch Perfect movies, was ebullient in the Katrina and the Waves hit Walkin’ on Sunshine.

This listener’s favorites from the other selections were Toxic, in a James Bond meets Britney Spears arrangement, Proud Mary (the Tina Turner version, of course!), Louis Prima’s Sing, Sing, Sing, which broke out into a swing dance party on stage, and Randy Newman’s tear-jerker When She Loved Me.

The hyper-energetic Mr. Sharon obviously loves what he does. His enthusiasm was infectious as he roamed the stage, sprinting to help a performer with microphone issues, dancing along and blowing kisses to all, while working the audience as if he had been born to do it. He also arranged nearly every song on the program, and even sang solo on George Gershwin’s Summertime. His vocal mimicking of a trumpet, complete with Harmon (“Wah-Wah”) mute was mind-blowing. What a talent!

U2’s I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For had Voiceplay, Ms. Regner, and Mr. Sallee return in a showstopper finale. Singers from the first half raced up the aisles to join in.

The built-in encore The Lion Sleeps Tonight, with “mandatory” audience participation brought the concert to a rousing close. The fifth Total Vocal is already on the calendar for Palm Sunday in 2019. Mark your calendars now and be there. You’ll have the time of your life!

by Jeffrey Williams for New York Concert Review; New York, NY