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AND HEARD INTERNATIONAL CONCERT REVIEW
Wright, Wilson, Dohnányi, Leonard, and
Brahms: Members of the Philadelphia Orchestra; Natalie
Zhu, piano,
Whidbey Island Center for the Arts, 3.11.2007 (BJ)
To judge from its enticingly named web site–www.donothinghere.com–you
might think take
Whidbey Island,
a 24-mile drive plus a 20-minute ferry ride northwest of Seattle,
to be a boringly somnolent community. That impression is
emphatically belied by the extraordinarily rich artistic life
presented at the island’s arts center in the town of Langley,
where all manner of musical, dramatic, cinematographic, and visual
activities go on all year round under the administration of
executive director Stacie Burgua. (If you plan to visit the
island, by the way, I can warmly recommend Country Cottage of
Langley as a charmingly relaxed bed-and-breakfast establishment,
and the Fish Bowl as the place for a delicious and sophisticated
dinner.)
In the center’s handsome and acoustically excellent performance
space, a recent program brought five members of the Philadelphia
Orchestra, with guest pianist Natalie Zhu, to play a varied
program of chamber music featuring horn, percussion, strings, and
piano. You may wonder what the orchestra players were doing
performing 3,000 miles from their regular sphere of operation.
Well, it happens that, two years ago, Philadelphia Orchestra
violist Judy Geist, who is also a talented painter, built herself
a house and studio on the island, and it was presumably through
her inspiration that this concert took shape.
I should at this point declare an interest. 23 years ago, I was
working for the Philadelphia Orchestra, having been hired by
Riccardo Muti to write the program notes and, among other things,
to set up a chamber-music series for the orchestra members.
(Interesting contrast of attitudes: Muti’s predecessor, Eugene
Ormandy, had vigorously discouraged any sign of chamber-musical
activity on the part of his players–he seems to have felt that
such shenanigans would lead them to get above themselves–whereas
Muti regarded such a series as vital to the orchestra’s musical
culture.) Not only was this Whidbey Island evening very much like
the programs I helped to put together in Philadelphia back in
those days, but Judy Geist and three of the four colleagues who
joined her on this trip were among the regular participants in the
Philadelphia series–the horn-player, Adam Unsworth, joined the
orchestra later, and furthermore my wife and I are great fans of
Judy’s paintings, three of which (all depicting cats) hang in our
living room.
As it happens, there were two works on this program that I might
not myself have been all that keen to include. Dana Wilson’s
Graham’s Crackers, written for Unsworth at the time of the
birth of the latter’s son Graham, enabled the player to
demonstrate an impressive range of tone-color and, at the end of
the slow first movement, a superbly controlled pianissimo
diminuendo, but the other two movements, both fast, sounded to me
too much like each other for a really good overall effect. Stanley
Leonard’s Canto 2, for horn and timpani, offered a
splendidly propulsive central section in which Unsworth and
timpanist Don Liuzzi urged one another forward splendidly; here,
it was in the slower outer sections that the relation between the
instruments seemed arbitrary and unconvincing.
Liuzzi had begun the evening with a highly entertaining piece by
Philadelphia composer Maurice Wright. Titled simply Marimba
Music, it sets the live instrument in quirky dialogue with a
recording of related sounds, and some of the rhythmic interplay
was delightfully effective.
Violist Geist was joined in Dohnányi’s Serenade for String Trio by
violinist Paul Arnold and cellist Kathy Picht Read, and in
Brahms’s Piano Quartet in G minor, Op. 25, also by pianist Natalie
Zhu. The Dohnányi is an agreeable enough work, though its finale
might be called a bit silly. It certainly drew a fine performance
from the trio. But it was the Brahms at the end of the evening,
expertly phrased and richly intoned by all four players, and
culminating in a gypsy finale of positively vertiginous
athleticism and devil-may-care zest, that had the audience on its
feet cheering. What with the display of Judy Geist’s daringly
colorful and imaginative paintings that adorned the lobby, the
evening was a triumph for her, and one in which her colleagues
happily shared.
Bernard Jacobson