Saturday, March 7 2017
Carnegie Hall, New York NY
Yannick Nézet-Séguin, conductor
Michelle DeYoung, mezzo-soprano
John Relyea, bass
Tchaikovsky, Selections from Swan Lake (1876)
Bartók, Bluebeard’s Castle (1911)
It seems that Philadelphia Orchestra plays at Carnegie Hall exclusively on days when the New York Philharmonic doesn’t have a concert, you know, to show them how it’s done. And the rest of the ensembles from Lincoln Center too, while we are at it. In one of his first New York concerts since being anointed as the next Music Director of the Met, Yannick Nézet-Séguin brought his own orchestra to play ballet and opera scores. Even if this orchestra will not be accompanying him in the pit of the Met, if the concert were any indication, at least one of the Lincoln Center institutions is in good hands.
Generally speaking I’m not a ballet fan, but I just love the music of Swan Lake. Hearing it being played one of the greatest orchestras in the world is such a special treat; no slight to ballet orchestras, but the difference in quality is considerable. I especially love the Swan Theme, how it sounds so pure and angelic in the opening scene of Act I, but becomes discerning and ominous when transformed into a minor key later to accompany the black swan. The warmth and lushness of the Philadelphia Sound is the best possible vessel for the sumptuous romanticism of this score. The other selections performed were clearly designed to shine spotlight on the orchestra’s outstanding principals, especially the Neapolitan Dance, with its awe inspiring trumpet solo, and the Russian Dance, which concertmaster David Kim injected with a diabolically sultry flair. Mr. Nézet-Séguin’s conducting was passionate as ever, and each time that I’ve seen him in concert in the past few years, I hear more control and polish as well. What wouldn’t I give to hear this orchestra play the Swan Lake score in its entirety sometime!
Having squeezed in only three hours of sleep the previous night (or rather morning), and having left work with some preoccupations, I had planned to leave during the intermission, as Bartók and opera are not topics that I enjoy tackling even with a clear mind. But the first half of the program was so brilliant, that I decided to stay for Bluebeard’s Castle. Since my job has been requiring my total concentration, I didn’t have a chance to listen to the music beforehand. With Bartók, the typical concern there would be that I didn’t get a chance to pre-screen the music for symptoms of atonal madness, but that didn’t end up being an issue. There were no issues, really. The orchestra was fantastic as always, especially the brasswinds, at once smooth and dynamic. The singers’ voices, remarkably, were just as strong at the end of the hour-long performance as they were at the beginning. I suspect that if I were more knowledgeable about the genre, I would hail this one-act opera as a masterpiece. But I’m not, and being underprepared and overstressed as I was, I can’t pretend to have gotten much out of sitting through it. Instead I spent much of the hour being fascinated by the three trumpet players who played from the second tier of the seating area. Have orchestra members always been planted in the seating area of Carnegie Hall to create greater depth of acoustics? This is the kind of thing that makes me wonder about my perception of reality. That, and I really need to sleep.