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 SEEN AND HEARD  
INTERNATIONAL CONCERT REVIEW
 
            Stravinsky, Elliott Carter 
            and Varèse:
            Chicago Symphony Orchestra, Pierre Boulez 
            (conductor), Carnegie Hall, New York, 10.3.2009 (BH)
            
            Stravinsky: 
            Symphony in Three Movements (1942-1945)
            Stravinsky: 
            Four Studies for Orchestra (1914-1917; orch. 1928)
            Elliott Carter:
            Réflexions (2008; New York Premiere)
            Varèse: Ionisation (1929-1931)
            Varèse: 
            Amériques (1918-1921; rev. 1922)
            
            
            In last November's list of the world's top ten orchestras, 
            Gramophone tagged the Chicago Symphony Orchestra at number five, 
            but in this second of two concerts at Carnegie Hall with Pierre 
            Boulez, they sounded as if they should be in the number one slot.  
            One characteristic that distinguishes great ensembles from the 
            "merely" very good is the ability to tackle unfamiliar scores with 
            such assurance that listeners forget that they don't hear them every 
            week.  To hear these five pieces played 
            with this kind of panache would surely convince even the most 
            skeptical of the richness in 20th-century repertoire (not to mention 
            the 21st).
            
            In Stravinsky's Symphony in Three Movements, the orchestra made a 
            whopping opening, creating an immense soundstage, and ultimately 
            delivering a crisp, formal-yet-not-stuffy performance.  The end of 
            the first movement drew scattered applause—appreciation I was 
            tempted to join.  Then came Stravinsky's rarely heard Four Studies 
            for Orchestra, sounding as if they should be programmed as 
            frequently as the Brahms symphonies.  To create the set, Stravinsky 
            took the first three, originally written for string quartet, and 
            added a fourth (an impression of Madrid, written for piano roll), 
            then orchestrated them all.  These little gems range from the 
            nervous march of "Dance," the despondent hiccups of "Eccentric," to 
            the slow, hazy "Canticle" that echoes the opening of the second part 
            of Le Sacre du printemps. 
            
            "Pierre" is the French word for stone.  In 
            Réflexions, written for 
            Boulez's 80th birthday, Elliott Carter uses one struck by 
            glockenspiel mallets—by any measure, an arresting timbre.  With a 
            small ensemble—the piece was originally conceived for the Ensemble 
            Intercontemporain—Carter finds lightness and humor as the textures 
            tumble over each other.  A substantial bassoon passage near the 
            beginning is borderline funny: while it explores its lowest 
            registers, the remainder of the ensemble seems to intervene, as if 
            encouraging the poor bassoon to rouse itself from some unexplained 
            torpor.  Later the rocks reappear, adding flurries of clicks as the 
            orchestra seems to be chasing itself in a constantly evolving series 
            of glittering moments.  And once again, for the umpteenth time this 
            season, the composer was present and rose to receive a warm ovation 
            from the crowd.  At 100 years old, Carter seems to go out more than 
            people a quarter of his age.
            
            For my listening companion, the breathtaking reading of Edgard 
            Varèse's Ionisation was the highlight of the entire evening.  
            Using a squadron of 14 percussionists, Boulez led what at times 
            seemed like a 20th-century rumba.  In eight minutes, Varèse strings 
            together an astonishing array of timbres that cling together 
            tightly, then release themselves just as easily.  The clarity Boulez 
            lent this score was fairly astonishing.  Then immediately afterward, 
            the remainder of the (very, very large) orchestra, having waited 
            patiently while the percussionists had their field day, began the 
            quiet opening of Amériques.  The mysterious opening, with 
            flute and harps throbbing in some sacrificial ritual, gives no hint 
            of the cataclysmic sonic blasts that happen later.  As Phillip 
            Huscher writes in his notes, it is a "love song for a wondrous and 
            stimulating new urban environment and a glorious shout of 
            liberation."  (Emphasis on the word, "shout.")
            
            Bruce Hodges
            
            
	
	
            
	
	
            
	
	
              
              
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