concert review: San Francisco Symphony
May. 11th, 2006 08:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
calimacUnusual potpourri of a concert, led by the assistant conductor, Edwin Outwater, who grins like a fiend when he's successfully made it through a difficult work.
First half had three shortish pieces, Danses sacrée et profane by Debussy (essentially a small concerto for harp; soloist the orchestra's resident, one of those male harpists with a really strange beard), Bizet's tiny Jeux d'enfants suite, and Living Toys by Thomas Adès, a composer I've never been able to figure out what to do with.
All this prefatory to the second half, HK Gruber's Frankenstein!! (yes, exclamations are part of the title), a work I'd often seen references to but knew nothing of. To describe it as a cycle of gruesome and irreverent children's cabaret songs would be accurate, but entirely insufficient. Gruber, an Austrian in his sixties, wrote the piece thirty years ago as his declaration of independence from serialism, and has been going around the world performing it - both with the original German poems by HC Artmann and, as here, in a colloquial English translation by Harriett Watts, and maybe in other languages for all I know - ever since. Gruber defines his role in the performance as chansonnier. He speaks rhythmically rather than sings (a little like Sprechstimme, but not very much like it), rolls his r's in the word door until it sounds like a door creaking open, plays a melodica, grunts and squeaks, and just generally carries on deadpan. Meanwhile the orchestra plays music of a generally "son of Kurt Weill" type, interrupted by such events as: 1) the timpanist blows up paper bags, pops them, and throws them at his colleagues; 2) the entire wind and brass sections stand up and whirl plastic hosepipes over their heads (this also makes a sound, quiet but describable).
If this gives you the impression that Gruber's declaration of independence was to permit himself to have fun as much as to write tonal music, you've got it. More of an enjoyable than a memorable experience, I suppose, but worth having. I was dismayed at the number of empty seats. They're playing this again at Flint in Cupertino at 8 tonight, and again back at Davies Friday and Saturday evenings (Friday at 6:30 along with the Debussy only; full concert Saturday at 8), and I'd recommend that people go hear it. Genuine fun in classical music is too rare an experience.
First half had three shortish pieces, Danses sacrée et profane by Debussy (essentially a small concerto for harp; soloist the orchestra's resident, one of those male harpists with a really strange beard), Bizet's tiny Jeux d'enfants suite, and Living Toys by Thomas Adès, a composer I've never been able to figure out what to do with.
All this prefatory to the second half, HK Gruber's Frankenstein!! (yes, exclamations are part of the title), a work I'd often seen references to but knew nothing of. To describe it as a cycle of gruesome and irreverent children's cabaret songs would be accurate, but entirely insufficient. Gruber, an Austrian in his sixties, wrote the piece thirty years ago as his declaration of independence from serialism, and has been going around the world performing it - both with the original German poems by HC Artmann and, as here, in a colloquial English translation by Harriett Watts, and maybe in other languages for all I know - ever since. Gruber defines his role in the performance as chansonnier. He speaks rhythmically rather than sings (a little like Sprechstimme, but not very much like it), rolls his r's in the word door until it sounds like a door creaking open, plays a melodica, grunts and squeaks, and just generally carries on deadpan. Meanwhile the orchestra plays music of a generally "son of Kurt Weill" type, interrupted by such events as: 1) the timpanist blows up paper bags, pops them, and throws them at his colleagues; 2) the entire wind and brass sections stand up and whirl plastic hosepipes over their heads (this also makes a sound, quiet but describable).
If this gives you the impression that Gruber's declaration of independence was to permit himself to have fun as much as to write tonal music, you've got it. More of an enjoyable than a memorable experience, I suppose, but worth having. I was dismayed at the number of empty seats. They're playing this again at Flint in Cupertino at 8 tonight, and again back at Davies Friday and Saturday evenings (Friday at 6:30 along with the Debussy only; full concert Saturday at 8), and I'd recommend that people go hear it. Genuine fun in classical music is too rare an experience.
