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May 2007

Out on the links III.

Alex Ross on a dangerous situation for arts criticism currently brewing in Atlanta. Alex neatly summarizes a reported piece by Steve Dollar that ran this morning on the subscriber-only news page at MusicalAmerica.com. And Mark Stryker boils the entire controversy down to a single, pointed question.

Darcy James Argue on the concert by Sam Rivers, Dave Holland and Barry Altschul last Friday at Miller Theatre. I had to leave town for the weekend immediately after the show, but Darcy offers an overview so vivid, substantial and comprehensive that I have absolutely nothing to add. Nice photos, too.

A few recent albums I've felt strongly about, and said so in Time Out New York:

Maria McKee - Late December (Cooking Vinyl)

Myra Melford and Tanya Kalmanovitch - Heart Mountain (Perspicacity)

Satoko Fujii Min-Yoh Ensemble - Fujin Raijin (Victo)

Fennesz Sakamoto - Cendre (Touch) + David Toop - Sound Body (Samadhi Sound)

Playlist:

Willie Nelson - Phases and Stages (Atlantic/Rhino)

godspeed you! black emperor - Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven (Kranky)

Amy LaVere - Anchors & Anvils (Archer)

New Ruins - The Sound They Make (Hidden Agenda)

Nile - Ithyphallic (Nuclear Blast, due July 17)

Arcade Fire - Funeral (Merge)

Cassandra Wilson - Blue Light 'Til Dawn (Blue Note)

King Crimson - Larks' Tongues in Aspic (DGM/Virgin)

Alexandra Gardner - Luminoso (Innova)

Johann Sebastian Bach - The Well-Tempered Clavier, Books I & II - Wanda Landowska (BMG Classics)

Various Artists - Guitars of the Golden Triangle: Folk and Pop Music of Myanmar, Vol. 2 (Sublime Frequencies)

Gustav Mahler - Symphony No. 3 - Michelle De Young, Chicago Symphony Orchestra/Bernard Haitink (CSO Resound)

Grateful Dead - Dick's Picks, Vol. 3: Pembroke Pines, FL 05/22/77 (Grateful Dead)

Redhooker - The Future According to Yesterday (Soft Landing)

Bach to Bach.

Konstantin Lifschitz at the Town Hall
The New York Times, May 29, 2007

Revolutionary ensemble.

The International Contemporary Ensemble (ICE) at P.S. 122
The New York Times, May 24, 2007

Seeing double.

Louis Karchin's Romulus at the Guggenheim Museum

and

Nemanja Radulovic and Susan Manoff at Weill Recital Hall
The New York Times, May 22, 2007

Songs of praise.

Annecarolyn_bird (Posted today on the TONY Blog)

In one of the mostly starkly dramatic moments of "I have some light: Songs of Spirit," the song recital presented by opera soprano Anne-Carolyn Bird and pianist Jocelyn Dueck on Thursday night (May 17) at Gallerie Icosahedron in Tribeca, no music was played at all. The program put it simply: quiet. For what seemed like a breathlessly long minute or so, Bird and Dueck sat back to back on the piano bench in silent meditation. Ambient noises in the gallery and the dull buzz outside the door were thrown into sharp relief.

We told you about Bird in "Net working," an article that appeared in the Classical & Opera section of this week's TONY, which discussed her swiftly rising career and the way she's been laying it all out for public scrutiny on her engaging, revealing blog, The Concert. (Naturally, Bird then blogged about the experience of being written about in TONY.) The article was timed to draw attention to Bird's recital, presented under the banner of the adventurous VIM: Tribeca concert series.

More than simply an attractive bunch of songs strung together, the recital was about an idea: the business of living life in contact with the divine. And Bird, a yoga practitioner, certainly knows a thing or two about the power of meditation. The pause separated the set of hymns that preceded it (including a decidedly earthy paean by Leonard Cohen, "Suzanne") from the more ecstatic visions that followed, including the world premiere of Hillula by Judd Greenstein.

Bird opened the recital with a gorgeous account of four of Samuel Barber's Hermit Songs, in which she demonstrated some of the mellower, darker aspects of her range. She followed with an unaccompanied hymn, "Mary, did you know?," and an a cappella quartet number, "Breathe on Me, Breath of God." The sanctified mood continued with a wry twist in the aforementioned Cohen staple, after which came William Bolcom's wistful "Waitin'" and that dramatic pause.

Still seated on the piano bench, Dueck recited French mystic Olivier Messiaen's "Action de grâce" in French, while Bird, at a slightly staggered interval, provided the English translation. This served as a suitably otherworldly preface for Hillula, a substantial new piece by Greenstein, the busy, inventive composer who co-curates the VIM: Tribeca series.

The verses used in the piece, taken from the Zohar, are a rabbi's final words upon death, which describe an impending union with the eternal in near-romantic terms. Hillula opened with an evocation of pealing bells and a slow vocal line of chant-like intensity. Actually, that's not a bad way to describe most of the music: slow, but intense. Parts of it suggested gospel music, which has turned up in other pieces by Greenstein; other sections had an affinity to sophisticated musical-theater writing. Greenstein took full advantage of Bird's entire vocal range. Seldom were the lines complex or ornate, but the shapes of certain melodic lines and the sustained intensity provided plenty of challenge to the performer. Bird sang the piece bravely and beautifully, with a commitment that must have been gratifying to Greenstein.

Another break followed: this one, indicated in the program as peace, was provided to allow the audience to mix and mingle like a Protestant congregation's mid-service greeting. When she returned to the stage, Bird revealed that Hillula remains a work-in-progress, and that the preceding account had been approximately two-thirds of the planned piece.

The spark that led to this recital, Bird explained in our interview, was her discovery of John Harbison's Mirabai Songs, a powerful, palpably erotic cycle. Her performance of four of these songs was a highlight of the recital, as she combined an exacting performance of the notes with an overwhelmingly physical inhabitation of the texts. Three gorgeous Russian spiritual songs by Rachmaninoff brought forth her most crystalline high notes of the evening—pretty overwhelming in such close quarters. An exceedingly warm ovation earned an encore performance of "Waitin.'"

If you missed this concert, you missed something far more personal and touching than your everyday lieder concert. Particularly in the Barber and Harbison selections, Bird proved herself a singer capable of not merely delivering the notes—although she certainly did—but also of getting under the skin of a piece, touching its inner passions and revealing them to a listener. It's going to be a thrill to revisit Hillula when she gets that deeply inside of it, and vice versa. Dueck was a sensitive, versatile accompanist, as well as a full partner in the drama Bird had constructed for her program.

Bird and Dueck plan to record this program for Greenstein's New Amsterdam record label, and they also want to take it on the road. Keep an eye on The Concert for future developments.

New York is a woman.

Suzannevega_2 (Posted today on the TONY Blog)

What is it that makes Suzanne Vega so sexy? It’s not in what she tells us, but what she refuses to reveal. The stories she’s told over the past 20-plus years have been crammed with detail. But in the best of them, she somehow suggests a worldliness that she seldom comes right out and talks about, one that’s hard to square with her prim, aloof demeanor. It’s that negative space—that unknowable quantity between appearance and allusion—that makes Vega so hypnotic and, yes, ineffably alluring.

We caught Vega last night at Joe’s Pub, where she offered a preview of Beauty & Crime, her first new studio album in close to six years, due out on Blue Note in July. Her last one,  Songs in Red and Gray, came out two weeks after Sept. 11, she mentioned between songs mid-set. Touring to support that album, she said, everyone she encountered on the road wanted to know about how things were in New York City.

In a sense, Beauty & Crime is Vega’s long-awaited response. The songs on the album deal with New York City in one way or another. Later in the set, Vega mentioned that many others had been started over the last six years, but she hadn’t been able to resolve all of them. (One was provisionally titled “72 Virgins.”) Emblematic of the subject is “New York Is a Woman,” the song that opened Vega’s set last night, which describes the love-at-first-sight sensation this city sparks:

New York is a woman
She’ll make you cry
And to her, you’re just another guy

Clad in a slate-gray kimono-cut top, black slacks and hott shoes, and fronting a sharp five-piece band, Vega ran through a clutch of other numbers from Beauty & Crime: the breezy “Ludlow Street” (with her young daughter Ruby Froom on backing vocals); “Pornographer’s Dream,” an airy samba; “Frank & Ava,” a sunny song about lovers who can’t get along outside of bed. “Angel’s Doorway” told the story of a neighbor, a firefighter who worked at Ground Zero, whose wife protested the smell that saturated his clothes. She spun this into a metaphor for what we’re willing to allow into our homes and lives. The melancholy message of “Anniversary” was lofted by swelling four-part vocal harmonies, while “Zephyr & I,” about a meeting with the legendary NYC graffiti artist, was pumped up by a backbeat that could have been lifted from a Young Rascals single.

Vega will be playing a bigger showcase later this year, after the record comes out. (Keep an eye on listings for the Town Hall in November.) But this intimate showcase was something special; true fans had come from distant lands, like Portugal and New Jersey. Vega didn’t disappoint them, sprinkling older hits throughout the set. “Caramel” was a sad, sexy bossa nova; “Left and Center” and “Blood Makes Noise” were stripped-down duets with bassist Mike Veseglia.

After “In Liverpool” and, yes, “Luka,” Vega offered a surprise. “Tom’s Diner” began with the usual a cappella verse, but then her band kicked into an impressive recreation of the DNA dance remix that made the song a phenomenon. It’s also a great metaphor for Vega’s appeal: The stiff, unyielding dance beat doesn’t pay any attention to her chord changes, but neither does she feel any need to compromise her melody to fit anyone else’s demands. As she danced alone at center stage, you first thought she was the shy nerd at the party, who swayed only when she thought no one was looking. And then you realized that you had it all wrong: She’s the one in charge, and she doesn’t care what you think. And her not caring just makes you want her that much more.

For the encore, Vega headed all the way back to her debut album for “Marlene on the Wall.” Immediately, we were undergrads in college all over again, pondering where this elusive, wordy singer had come from, and why she gave us chills. The song had a hypnotic effect back then. It still does: We’ve got a fresh iTunes receipt to prove it.

Technical difficulties.

Sorry about the continued silence…my home Internet connection has mysteriously taken a powder. Hopefully things will be up and running again soon.

Master works.

Charles Rosen at the 92nd Street Y
The New York Times, May 15, 2007

Double play.

Musicians from Marlboro at the Metropolitan Museum of Art
and
Brooklyn Philharmonic with the Ridge Theater at BAM

The New York Times, May 14, 2007

Out on the links II.

This would be a pretty boring blog if all I did was link to articles I've written elsewhere. But given my drive to and from Richmond over the weekend, as well as work-related pressures, I've only been out to see one performance during the last week: the Met's rather fabulous Orfeo ed Euridice. At the request of my daytime employers, I wrote up a brief, cheeky report on the TONY Blog, which you'll find here. (My enthusiasm is clearly not shared by everyone.)

I'll be good and busy this weekend, but for the moment I'll have to send you elsewhere for diversion:

Here is my Time Out New York feature on the Bad Plus and their excellent new CD, Prog. The title is not mine; I wanted "Progressive talk." But I can live with it, given the context. From a purely technical perspective, this is also an instance in which my personal proclivity for occasional short, broken-off quotations was thwarted by the house preference for long paragraphs. The content remains exactly the same, but breaking up the exchanges between Ethan Iverson and Dave King into separate blocklets, I think, would have provided a better visual sense of the quick-witted repartee between these two old friends. Still, with any luck, some of the sheer fun of this conversation comes across.

KalmanovitchmelfordFrom the same issue of TONY, here is my review of Heart Mountain, an absolutely gorgeous new CD by pianist Myra Melford and violinist-violist Tanya Kalmanovitch. Without question, this is one of the finest improv discs I've heard this year. A live set recorded in 2005, this was just issued on Kalmanovitch's label, Perspicacity (available via CD Baby, where you can listen to excerpts). New Englanders, take note: The duo plays Philadelphia on Friday, Baltimore on Saturday, New York City on Sunday (the Tenri Cultural Institute, to be exact) and Cambridge on Monday. Complete tour details are here.

Dr. LP, my soon-to-be-official better half, recently attended the Experience Music Project (EMP) Pop Conference in Seattle for the first time. NewMusicBox has her report ("EMP is the Elvis Costello of conferences.").

And back to the Bad Plus, sort of: Ethan Iverson's wife, Sarah Deming, has just published her first novel, Iris, Messenger. It's a fantasy tale for readers aged 10 and older, and a thoroughly charming, giddy, erudite delight. (I devoured the first 50 pages or so in a single sitting.) You can read a detailed review here. And do pay a visit to Sarah's blog, The Spiral Staircase.

More, soon.

Playlist:

Lorraine Hunt Lieberson and Roger Vignoles - Songs by Mahler, Handel and Peter Lieberson (Wigmore Hall Live)

Redhooker - The Future According to Yesterday (Soft Landing)

Napalm Death - Harmony Corruption and Death by Manipulation (Earache)

Immortal - Sons of Northern Darkness (Nuclear Blast)

Satoko Fujii Min-Yoh Ensemble - Fujin Raijin (Victo)

Vinicio Capossela - Ovunque Proteggi (Atlantic)