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AND HEARD INTERNATIONAL CONCERT REVIEW
Carter, Harbison, Babbitt, Stravinsky:
Susan Narucki (soprano), Sasha Cooke (mezzo-soprano), Judith
Bettina (soprano), John Harbison (Narrator), Elliott Carter
(Soldier), Milton Babbitt (Devil), James Levine (conductor), MET
Chamber Ensemble, Weill Recital Hall, 28.10.2007 (BH)
Carter:
Tempo e tempi (1999)
Harbison:
North and South (Six Poems of Elizabeth Bishop) (1995-99)
Babbitt:
The Head of the Bed
(1981)
Stravinsky:
The Soldier’s Tale (1918)
Like a late-summer storm, the air in a packed Weill Recitall Hall
was electrically charged, with a camera crew filling up most of
the back aisle to document the afternoon. This was an absolutely
delicious idea, which once again shows that James Levine is
virtually unsurpassed in dreaming up concerts that somehow turn
out to be historic occasions. The idea was simplicity itself:
convince three venerable composers to give a tongue-in-cheek
version of Stravinsky’s The Soldier’s Tale, and balance
that before intermission, with samples of the same composers’ best
works.
Susan Narucki is as comfortable with Carter as she might be with a
pair of her favorite old sneakers. She has recorded Tempo e
tempi (on Bridge) with Speculum Musicae, and I have heard her
perform the cycle at least once live. But the brilliant MET
musicians elicited a reading for the ages, with crystalline
instrumental work that made the score’s mercurial changes seem
natural. One could pick any of the eight songs, but the third,
“Òboe
sommerso,”
stood out with Nathan Hughes and Narucki uncommonly fluent. She
was glorious in the final moments of the eighth song (text by
Ungaretti) ending with “Talmente amati che immortali parvero,
Luce.” (“So loved they seemed immortal, Light.”), with the
composer affixing a glistening chord to the word “luce.”
John Harbison uses jazz and blues influences in his melancholic
North and South, melding these fragrances seamlessly with
Elizabeth Bishop’s colorful stanzas. With her honeyed voice and
almost theatrical presence onstage, Sasha Cooke seemed an ideal
interpreter. It will be hard to imagine another singer bringing
the same composure, and as with the Carter, the MET crew could not
have been more sympathetic. Throughout the afternoon, I felt that
I was listening not to three soloists (i.e., singers), but more
like thirty.
For the first time, I actually liked The Head of the Bed, a
very austere Babbitt work whose formal organization is easy to
admire. Its fifteen sections are scored for every possible
combination of four instruments (i.e., four solos, six duos, four
trios and one quartet), while the vocalist sings nonstop for
twenty-two minutes, in measured phrases that seem patterned after
natural speech patterns, but with pitches it’s like looking at
fifteen chalkboards lined up in a row, each with minutely varying
marks on them. At first, they all appear similar, but as the ear
becomes attuned to the composer’s intent, small details emerge
from the rigorous surface—a word, a crescendo, an accent—and the
result becomes almost hypnotic in its implacability. Judith
Bettina probably knows this work more intimately than anyone else
alive, and offered great accuracy coupled with seductive tone. It
was a thrilling performance of a piece where thrills are not the
point.
This version of Stravinsky’s The Soldier’s Tale was first
done at Tanglewood in 2006, when John Harbison slightly adapted
the original spoken text for himself and his distinguished
collaborators. One could hardly keep from chuckling, seeing the
91-year-old Babbitt (playing the Devil) spar with the 99-year-old
Carter, as the Soldier. (For the record, Harbison is just a
sprout, nearing 70.) Just to watch Carter turn to Babbitt and
call him “filthy, rotten scum” was almost worth the entire
afternoon, but the latter got in a few choice retorts: “My
dodecaphonic hexachords will bring about your fall.” Harbison
seemed delighted to play the gracious referee. But lest one think
that the celebrity factor was the sole draw, the strikingly alert
and passionate playing from violinist David Chan and the rest of
the ensemble was one of the day’s high points. With outstanding
contributions from Stephen Williamson (clarinet), Patricia Rogers
(bassoon), Billy R. Hunter, Jr. (cornet), Demian Austin
(trombone), Gregory Zuber (percussion) and Timothy Cobb (bass), I
could hardly believe what I was hearing. How Levine keeps the
strands audible is a wonder. Different celebrities offer unique
spins on the spoken portions, but I doubt I will hear the music
played with such dazzling clarity any time soon.
Bruce Hodges