Her music is exacting, chaotic,
sometimes difficult to digest and equally
difficult to describe. Take, for example,
ad auras...in memoriam h., scored for
two violins and percussion (more specifically,
a snare drum played with a soft mallet). The
excellent, empathetic musicians – Mark Menzies
and Vesselin Gellev on violin, coupled with
David Shively on percussion – could not have
made a better case for this subtle head-scratcher,
devoutly performed with keen attention to
its low-key dramatic effects. It is an odd
work that I’d like to hear again. Menzies
also teamed up with Steve Gosling on piano
for a showy performance of quasare/pulsare,
after Gosling had spent a good four or five
minutes meticulously preparing the piano.
The unchartable dialogue between the two instruments
ended with Menzies turning as if to briefly
query the audience, completely consonant with
Neuwirth’s restlessness.
Also intriguing was verfremdung/entfremdung,
elegantly done by Gosling and Cécile
Daroux, with mysteriously integrated electronic
sounds emanating from six speakers placed
around the hall.
The showpiece was torsion:
transparent variation, and given that
this was its first American performance, it
was savvy to do it twice. At about twenty
minutes long, with a star turn by Pascal Gallois,
bassoonist with the Ensemble Intercontemporain
in Paris, this is quite an experience, with
hyperactive variations contrasting with five
"voids," recorded in Daniel Libeskind’s
Jewish Museum in Berlin, in which dreamlike
stretches of droning electronic wash are occasionally
punctuated with faint fragments of a distant
klezmer band, as if glimpsed from old 78rpm
recordings. As each variation by the ensemble
subsided, the stage darkened as the electronic
mix surged to the forefront, and then returned
to normal when the variations resumed, as
if the ensemble had somehow snapped back into
the present.
How can one describe the
experience of watching Gallois, renowned for
his circular breathing, perform this piece?
One could focus exclusively on his mouth,
his puffed out cheeks undulating as if he
were trying to chew a particularly tough piece
of steak. (For those unfamiliar with circular
breathing, it is a continuous inhalation/
exhalation process by which a woodwind or
brass player can create notes held much longer
– quite a bit longer – than those produced
with a single breath.) But the rather unglamorous
activity produced some heavenly long tones
that seemed to emerge from another world.
This was only my third encounter
with Neuwirth’s vocabulary, after hearing
Boulez and the London Symphony Orchestra tackle
Clinamen/Nodus in 2000, and Sospeso’s
performance of Suite from Bählmanns
Fest at Lincoln Center the same year.
I liked both, but often a composer’s more
personal thoughts are encased in smaller housings,
such as the pieces on this program, and Sospeso
should be thanked for allowing us a repeat
performance of a piece that might be one of
the early hits in her young career (Neuwirth
is only 35).
Whatever one’s first impression
might be, she is a provocative artist well
worth getting to know, one whose seeming inscrutability
yields later to a perhaps surprising understanding.
Bruce Hodges