concert review: San Francisco Symphony
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calimacMy editors sent me to review the blue-rinse matinée, because it was the first performance of the set. I don't like going to these, because the audience is normally so somnolent, though Respighi's march of the Roman soldiers along the Appian Way, the conclusion of The Pines of Rome, kind of woke them up. (This work was written after Mussolini came to power, and the descriptive preface to the score even notes that this section is "a fantastic vision of bygone glories," the realization of which was Mussolini's driving motive, so if you've ever wondered what Fascist music sounds like, this march is it. If you don't know it, here's a particularly evil-minded performance.)
To avoid daytime parking hassles in the City, and because the matinées, unlike the evening concerts, don't end after CalTrain stops running1, I took public transit all the way. And since I got B. to drive me to the local station in the morning (I took the local bus home, as she was out in the evening), and I walked the two miles inbound from the City station to Davies because I had plenty of time, the transit set my wallet back a total of $18, which is probably less than it costs in gas now to drive. This expedition also gave me the chance to try out two conveniently-located but otherwise elusive restaurants on my "gotta check these out sometime" list, one for an early lunch and one for an early light dinner.2
But with sluggish, desperately crowded Muni and an awkward train schedule, from the time I finished my sandwich until I got home took three hours for a 45-mile trip, even though nothing went seriously wrong, and that's just too enervating when I'm facing a deadline.
From my concert review, the perspicacious should be able to detect three things: 1) that I wrote LJ reviews of guest conductor Vasily Petrenko's two previous performances here, 2) that even though I know Pines well, I got the score anyway (the translation of the dynamic instructions, though not of the preface, is my own, though translating Italian like ppp il più possibile isn't difficult), and 3) that I skated over the Bartók because I don't know it as well as I should.
Compare also Kosman's review in the Chronicle, a Kosman Special in which he spends most of the review complaining that he doesn't like the repertoire, and giving the orchestra backhanded compliments for playing it well. I try not to write like that, though as an occasional freelancer I'm not subjected to music I dislike very often. But I'm getting kind of personally exasperated with some of his dislikes. So you think Respighi sucks? I'll stick up for him as my favorite post-Baroque Italian composer, bar none. Keep all those opera guys, Verdi and Puccini and Bellini and Donizetti, yea even Rossini, not to mention the avant-garde like Berio and Scelsi and Nono [an excellent name for that composer], I'll stick up for Respighi. In fact I'm relistening to de Waart's fine SFS recording of Pines right now, just because.
1. Actually, after an evening concert, the slow, balky local bus is likely to get you to the train station just after the 10:40 train has left, which means you have to wait 80 minutes for the midnight milk run, which takes another hour and a half to get to San José, so fnck that idea.
2. Did I tell you I started reviewing for Yelp at the start of this year? Not that I trust Yelp - not much, anyway - but it seemed a good place to emit restaurant comments that I didn't want to bore LJ with. Here's lunch and dinner.
To avoid daytime parking hassles in the City, and because the matinées, unlike the evening concerts, don't end after CalTrain stops running1, I took public transit all the way. And since I got B. to drive me to the local station in the morning (I took the local bus home, as she was out in the evening), and I walked the two miles inbound from the City station to Davies because I had plenty of time, the transit set my wallet back a total of $18, which is probably less than it costs in gas now to drive. This expedition also gave me the chance to try out two conveniently-located but otherwise elusive restaurants on my "gotta check these out sometime" list, one for an early lunch and one for an early light dinner.2
But with sluggish, desperately crowded Muni and an awkward train schedule, from the time I finished my sandwich until I got home took three hours for a 45-mile trip, even though nothing went seriously wrong, and that's just too enervating when I'm facing a deadline.
From my concert review, the perspicacious should be able to detect three things: 1) that I wrote LJ reviews of guest conductor Vasily Petrenko's two previous performances here, 2) that even though I know Pines well, I got the score anyway (the translation of the dynamic instructions, though not of the preface, is my own, though translating Italian like ppp il più possibile isn't difficult), and 3) that I skated over the Bartók because I don't know it as well as I should.
Compare also Kosman's review in the Chronicle, a Kosman Special in which he spends most of the review complaining that he doesn't like the repertoire, and giving the orchestra backhanded compliments for playing it well. I try not to write like that, though as an occasional freelancer I'm not subjected to music I dislike very often. But I'm getting kind of personally exasperated with some of his dislikes. So you think Respighi sucks? I'll stick up for him as my favorite post-Baroque Italian composer, bar none. Keep all those opera guys, Verdi and Puccini and Bellini and Donizetti, yea even Rossini, not to mention the avant-garde like Berio and Scelsi and Nono [an excellent name for that composer], I'll stick up for Respighi. In fact I'm relistening to de Waart's fine SFS recording of Pines right now, just because.
1. Actually, after an evening concert, the slow, balky local bus is likely to get you to the train station just after the 10:40 train has left, which means you have to wait 80 minutes for the midnight milk run, which takes another hour and a half to get to San José, so fnck that idea.
2. Did I tell you I started reviewing for Yelp at the start of this year? Not that I trust Yelp - not much, anyway - but it seemed a good place to emit restaurant comments that I didn't want to bore LJ with. Here's lunch and dinner.
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Date: 2012-10-07 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-07 06:16 am (UTC)There is, however, some openly Communist music that is actually enjoyable, the way Respighi's Pines of Rome is. Aram Khachaturian wrote a ballet celebrating the work of a collective farm and the exposure of the dastardly kulaks, for instance; it was called Gayaneh, the name of its heroine, and it's absolutely chock-full of catchy dances, the best-known of which is this one. I also have a warm spot for the Symphony No. 4 by the second-rank Soviet composer Lev Knipper. Like many Stalin-era symphonies, it has a patriotic song, this one the ode of a soldier with the Young Communist League. Knipper's became a breakout hit, and though you may not have heard of Knipper, you've probably come across the ode as a stand-alone song. Here it is from the Red Army Choir, so you know it's authentic.
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Date: 2012-10-08 08:39 pm (UTC)I try not to complain about repertory myself, at the same time that there's plenty of music I just don't want to hear again. Pines and Fountains and Ancient Airs.....well, I'd rather hear Respighi's operas, which are more or less never done in the US. Kosman's review seems pretty fair to me.
Also, he can be pretty darned funny when he complains. His review of the Glass/Cohen thing a few years back was priceless.
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Date: 2012-10-08 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-08 10:46 pm (UTC)Sure, Kosman's killer review of the Glass/Cohen thing was hilarious. But he not only liked Music in Twelve Parts, he understood the point of the thing. So I'm willing to postulate that he panned the other because it was actually bad, and wasn't just expressing his personal grumpiness at the composer, something he does too often on other occasions. And when he does, he's not funny.
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Date: 2012-10-09 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-09 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-09 05:39 am (UTC)Still, not many 20th c. composers in any country have written at least nine operas - which is to say, were respected enough to get nine opera commissions. Britten, Glass, Pasatieri, Puccini, Floyd, others I'm missing.
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Date: 2012-10-12 02:31 am (UTC)