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AND HEARD INTERNATIONAL CONCERT REVIEW
Wagner, Jones, and Dvořák:
Gerard Schwarz, cond., John Cerminaro, horn, Seattle Symphony,
Benaroya Hall,
Seattle,
16.2.2008 (BJ)
Gerard Schwarz’s tireless enthusiasm for new music was evidenced
once again with the world premiere of a commissioned work by
Samuel Jones, who has been the Seattle Symphony’s composer in
residence for the past decade. Jones, who was born in Mississippi
in 1935, made his most recent previous contribution with a tuba
concerto, premiered two years ago. That was a fluent, original,
and enjoyable piece, so it was natural that this latest commission
(the first fruit of the Seattle Commissioning Club, an admirable
collaboration set up by several Seattle couples) should be for a
piece expanding the repertoire of the horn.
In John Cerminaro the orchestra possesses as fine an occupant of
the principal horn chair as any orchestra in the world can lay
claim to. The performance I heard (two days after the actual
premiere) demonstrated his special gifts to perfection. Cerminaro
is a poet of his instrument, not a cowboy, and the seemingly
infinite range of tonal nuance he commands was ideally summoned up
by Jones’s Horn Concerto. The work stresses intimacy and lyricism
rather than the horn’s more extrovert qualities, though without
failing to give even this masterly player a testing work-out in
terms of technical difficulty; it is, after all, in deploying
sustained tones at the quieter end of the dynamic spectrum that a
horn-player meets his most revealing challenge.
Jones’s three movements, totaling a duration of about 27 minutes,
are indeed predominantly slow in tempo, with flashes of rapidity,
mostly in the finale, often coming quite unexpectedly but
effectively to rest. Instead of contrasting speeds, it is an
imaginative range of contrasting gesture that the composer has
used to secure variety of utterance. In a couple of passages, he
has had the notion of using a pair of offstage horns to echo the
soloist’s phrases. He uses this quasi-Mahlerian resource in a way
refreshingly his own, and the moment when two members of the
orchestra’s horn section made their appearance at either side of
the organ loft was a telling touch of theater. Harmonically, the
concerto’s essentially diatonic language, at times evoking
birdsong and conjuring up imaginary mountain-scapes, eschews any
kind of outlandish atonalism. This, if you come to think of it, is
surely inevitable in any music convincingly written for an
instrument whose entire playing pattern depends on the notes that
constitute the harmonic series. Of course, if you think a bit
more, taking into account the fact that the strings of an
orchestra’s largest sections are also harmonically and melodically
related in fifths and exploit the overtones of the harmonic
series, you may find it hard to avoid the conclusion–suggested by,
among others, Ernest Ansermet in his controversial study of The
Foundations of Music in the Human Consciousness, that such
techniques as the dodecaphonic method pioneered by Schoenberg
inherently make for the distortion of an orchestra’s natural
manner of expression.
However that may be, this particular orchestra, on this particular
occasion, played its role in the predominantly tonal proceedings
in a manner that supported Cerminaro brilliantly, and Schwarz’s
commitment and meticulous preparation were evident in every line
of the music. The program had begun with three vividly played
excerpts from Act III of Wagner’s Masteringers, and it
ended with a performance of DvoÍák’s
New World
Symphony that would, in a program without a world premiere to
claim principal attention, have demanded a detailed and
enthusiastic critical accounting. Suffice it to say that Schwarz
and his orchestra were most commandingly in the vein, and his
interpretation, at once sensitive and athletic, served the music’s
strength and integrity without ever degenerating into
sentimentalism or mere bluster. Most magical of all was the famous
slow movement, which had an irresistible depth and flow,
highlighted by Stefan Farkas’s bewitching english-horn solo.
Bernard Jacobson