I happened upon this wonderful two-LP album at Half Price Books. Click here to read my review.
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Thursday, September 14, 2017
Dan & I recently returned from a quick visit to Las Vegas. For both of us, it was our first time there.
I have long believed, and continue to do so, that the key to success in any trip lies in adequate preparation. Planning ahead and researching the options of any particular place allows the traveler the freedom to enjoy the unexpected pleasantries and be prepared for the unexpected pitfalls. Once Dan & I had made the decision to visit Las Vegas, I got to work researching hotels, airlines, restaurants, and other things to do – of which there are a bewildering series of options.
I have a strong preference for non-stop flying – even if it involves reasonably increased expense. Imagine my delight when I learned Frontier Airlines offers modestly priced non-stop flights to Las Vegas. Initially, I had some trepidation about trying, for me, an untested airline. Well, I can report that Dan & I were delighted with every aspect of our Frontier experience. Just be prepared, as Frontier is a no-frills airline that gets you there, but perks are extra. We minimized costs by packing the necessities for our brief trip in one bag, which we checked. We also allowed ourselves one personal item – a backpack that fit easily underneath a seat and did not incur extra cost. The day before our flight I checked in, found that Frontier’s website is user friendly and easy to navigate, selected our seats (at modest additional cost), and even printed out boarding passes. Frontier’s counter at Hopkins Airport is next to Spirit’s, another budget carrier with a very different track record. While our check in with Frontier was stress free, there was a line of angry customers at the Spirit counter, whose flight had been cancelled. We also noted numerous Spirit cancellations in Vegas.
The contrast between Frontier and United, which we flew for our return trip, was stark. Originally founded in 1994, Frontier has the feel of a young, dynamic, growing company. They understand where the travel market is going and have adjusted accordingly. The aircraft we took, an Airbus 321, was just delivered six months ago and although the seats did not recline and Wi-Fi was not offered, we enjoyed the flight and I was able to listen to pre-loaded music on my Kindle. By contrast, United is an oversized dinosaur which can barely move under its own weight, with planes that appear to have seen better days. And with United having withdrawn from Cleveland, their lack of non-stop flights to the places I want to go is quickly making them irrelevant. Our stop in Chicago reminded me of why I loathe O’Hare airport.
Based on the location, amenities, and the intersection of price and value, we chose to stay at the Strip View room, on what is billed as the 53rd Floor (actually the 43rd, as there are no 40-49th floors listed owing to Chinese superstition), and enjoyed the night sights without being bothered by the night sounds. . Completed in 2009, the Aria is truly a 21st Century hotel. Lights, television, air conditioning, and even draperies are controlled by a dedicated, in-room iPad. We chose a
The view from our room - day and night.
There were too many restaurants at the Aria for more than a small sampling. Naturally, we tried the buffet, which has quite a selection for breakfast. We also breakfasted at the Aria Café which was good, but not extraordinary and hardly worth the price. Julian Serrano’s Tapas restaurant, on the other hand, took us into another world of bold, unusual and unexpected flavors.
While out walking the Strip, we also visited our first In-N-Out burger, and were both left wondering what all the fuss is about. Certainly In-N-Out is superior to McDonald’s, Five Guys, and Wendy’s but it’s simply not All That. The fries were mediocre and easily bested by Rally’s/Checker’s. The milkshakes, however, were quite good.
Las Vegas has experienced explosive growth over the past few decades. Comparing photos from then to now reminds of me of James Earl Jones’ line in Field of Dreams about America being “erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again.” What were once two lane roads had to be expanded to the point that pedestrians were in danger. So the city built a series of elevated street crossings. Further, the crossings include 10 foot barriers with Plexiglas on top to prevent suicide jumps – a reasonable precaution in a city where many lose their life’s savings at casinos. Neither Dan nor I gamble. But we did walk through several casinos and noted the blank, beaten look on the faces of many there – some who appeared to arrive early in the morning and remain late at night. Walking the Strip, we saw the quiet desperation on the faces of many, while scantily clad foreign young women were ready to literally handcuff male passersby and coerce them into getting their photograph taken for a fee. What must it be like for a young person to come to this country in search of freedom, only to find herself locked into a life of virtual or actual prostitution and exploitation?
Spending our entire trip within a few blocks’ radius would have driven us bonkers. So Dan & I took a day trip to Hoover Dam. Over 80 years old, it remains an engineering marvel. The size and scale of the dam and support structures is overwhelming. And despite recent criticism about the environmental impact, Hoover Dam has literally made large scale human occupation of the area possible – not just by water management but by providing electric power to Nevada, Arizona, and parts of Southern California. It’s no exaggeration to say that without Hoover Dam, Las Vegas would still be a sleepy town with one gas station and a few small casinos; a desert stop on the way elsewhere, not a destination.
The catalyst for our trip was Ricky Martin’s concert at the Park Theatre. But it turned out to be the low point. We were expecting at least a semblance of artistic performance. Instead we were subjected to a display of self-glorification, narcissism, and pure ego compounded by auditory assault. The totally calculated, phony performance began, of course, with Livin’ la Vida Loca, preceded by an old video clip of Martin lounging in his underwear in a sleazy hotel room, along with a flash of bare buttocks which sent the audience, largely female and gay male, into a frenzy. Epileptic inducing lighting effects and overwhelming amplification – out of proportion to the venue’s size – only served to beat the audience into submission as they experienced the musical equivalent of rape. Appropriately, one of the songs started with the sound of an air-raid siren. As a nod to Vegas, the audience was “treated” to a terrible rendition of Luck Be a Lady Tonight – which would have had Frank Sinatra (who was capable of being a perceptive, sensitive musician when he chose) spinning in his grave. Many in the audience, who appeared uninterested in the music, occupied themselves by screaming, shrieking (including one insufferable tart behind me) or mentally masturbating to Martin’s gyrations or those of his dancers. Equally amusing but also annoying was Martin’s attempt to curry favor with the women in the audience by feigning interest in female stage performers – along with the occasional bone thrown to the many gay males there as when he felt the abs of a male dancer. All the above was a transparent attempt to distract from the lack of new songs, musical substance, or actual vocal technique. Martin’s voice, which was never great but once acceptable, has coarsened to the extent that he would be eliminated in the first round of The Voice or any equivalent talent show. The streak of dishonesty which ran through the production was hardly surprising given how long it took Martin to come out of the closet. Lest the reader believe the above merely constitutes the ramblings of a disgruntled classical music aficionado, there were numerous others who left before the concert was over – including my Puerto Rican husband.
Dan & I had to recover from the Ricky Martin fiasco. There are a number of gay clubs in Las Vegas, from the sleazy to the snobby, but we chose to head to the low-key, friendly Bastille – which has the look and vibe of Cheers. It was a quietly pleasant way to pass our last night in Vegas.
Despite the brevity of our visit, we were happy to return home. There truly is no place like it.
Monday, August 28, 2017
Violinist Augustin Hadelich joined guest conductor Cristian Macelaru and the orchestra for the opening work on the program, Dvořák’s Violin Concerto. I’d never heard Hadelich before, either in concert or in recordings. He has a lovely, sweet tone, and moreover, one which projects to the back rows without becoming harsh – hardly an easy accomplishment at Blossom. Further, Hadelich has an absolutely secure technique that was put to the service of the music – he overcame each obstacle with ease and nailed each treacherously high note spot-on. Tempos were well chosen, rubati were expressive but never obtrusive, and the work's lyricism was meltingly conveyed. Macelaru and the orchestra provided a fine accompaniment.
A few thoughts about Dvořák’s Violin Concerto: it’s exceptionally well written for the instrument. It’s one thing to be able to create compelling musical thought – as Beethoven did in his violin concerto. It’s another thing to be able to translate that thought into musical notation which is suited for the chosen instrument – an area where Beethoven fell short but where Dvořák succeeds. Dvořák was an apt violinist himself, so the quality of the instrumental writing is no surprise. But what’s most interesting is that, despite his own skills, Dvořák sought out the advice of Joseph Joachim – the finest violinist of his day – who suggested revisions to the solo part and the orchestration, which Dvořák adopted.
The performance was warmly received and Hadelich gifted the audience with an encore that brought the shell down: Paganini’s 24th caprice, a cornucopia of violinistic virtuosity.
Holst’s The Planets, so popular it could almost be considered Crossover, followed intermission. To be honest, the chance to hear The Planets in concert was my main reason for buying tickets. But the performance was disappointing on many levels. In all the years of attending Cleveland Orchestra concerts – at Blossom, at Severance, and on the road – I’ve never heard more fluffs from the brass section (temperature may have been a factor as the evening was rather cool). The work’s fortissimo sections were not merely loud but noisy – with all that implies. Balances between sections were off throughout. The contrasts one hears in this works’ best renditions was lacking – never once did I hear the orchestra play a true pianissimo. This spoiled two movements: The Winged Messenger of Mercury was curiously heavy footed; and Neptune’s choral ending, which is supposed to be subtle enough that the audience isn’t sure if the work is over, ended with a sudden cutoff and lacked all mystery. I know the orchestra is capable of better than this, so primary blame rests with Macelaru. He should not be invited to return.
Friday, August 18, 2017
Sunday, July 30, 2017
This weekend, I was able to attend two concerts with The Cleveland Orchestra: one at Severance Hall, one at Blossom Music Center – with two superb young French pianists and two highly contrasting conductors.
Friday’s concert was at Severance Hall, as part of their Summers@Severance series – one hour concerts with no intermission which begin at 7:00 pm.
Bertrand Chamayou was featured in Scriabin’s rarely played Piano Concerto. Although I’ve heard the recording of this work by Vladimir Ashkenazy, this was the first time I’d attended a live performance. Seeing the pianist play, as well as hearing the work, was most enlightening as to why this concerto is so seldom performed. The work has as many notes per square inch as any of Rachmaninoff’s Concertos, it must be a beast to perform – yet it has little of the “sizzle” one hears in Rachmaninoff’s or even Chopin’s concertos. Chamayou’s performance was startling in its soulful poetry and in its balance – two qualities which are too often seen as opposing virtues. The orchestra under Susanna Mälkki provided an accompaniment which was superb in every way. By the way, Chamayou used the Hamburg Steinway – and seldom has it sounded better.
After a brief pause where the piano was removed from the stage and the orchestra reseated, Mälkki returned for Schumann’s “Rhenish” Symphony. This is a problematic work: the lovely themes are barely supported by an orchestration that’s not top flight and structure that’s not always certain. Mälkki stuck to the original orchestration, but balanced the orchestra’s sections so that it sounded clearer than usual – Severance’s acoustics were a help, at least from my vantage point two-thirds of the way back on the main floor. She also chose just the right tempo for each movement. As for conducting style, Mälkki was a model of economy and precision.
Saturday evening, Daniel and I made the journey to Blossom. We left rather early as it has been our usual custom to stop at the Burger King on State Road for a quick snack – the food at Blossom is grossly overpriced ($14 for a hamburger, $5 for a small bottled water). We were blessed with seats in section 24, just left of center with an excellent view of the orchestra – both visually and sonically.
Mozart’s Piano Concerto in C minor, K. 491, is easily his most advanced work in that form. Although composed in 1786, it’s truly a 19th Century work – and a precursor of Beethoven’s later concertos. The outer movements are highly chromatic – in fact, the opening movement’s primary theme uses all twelve notes of the chromatic scale. The outer movements are almost unrelentingly turbulent, while the central movement is one of Mozart’s most tranquil.
I’d never heard of David Fray before this concert, but he delivered a performance which was large scaled, dynamic and passionate – yet balanced and tasteful. He chose the right tempo for each movement, in particular the central Larghetto which didn’t drag. Mozart did not leave a cadenza for this concerto, and the cadenza Fray used was unfamiliar to me. It may well have been by Fray himself, as it fit well with his conception of the piece. The orchestra under guest conductor Vasily Petrenko furnished an appropriately large-scaled accompaniment.
Rachmaninoff’s Second Symphony, which followed intermission, was another matter. The Second Symphony is among my five favorite works in that genre (the others are Mozart’s 41st, Beethoven’s 7th, Schubert’s 9th, and Brahms’ 4th). Of all these favorites, the Rachmaninoff needs a firm hand and balanced mind to bring the work off – a conductor who can both follow the score and see beyond it.
So it distressed me to hear a performance from Petrenko in which tempos were all over the place – the conductor yielded to smell the daisies at every opportunity – and sluggish overall. Petrenkos tendency to purchase effects and the expense of the whole resulted in a symphony which was robbed of overall continuity. The balances between sections were also not of the quality one usually hears from the Cleveland Orchestra – although solo contributions by Peter Otto on violin and Daniel McKelway on Clarinet were technically superlative and appropriately soulful. Petrenko’s rather balletic and grandiose podium manner was in marked contrast to Mälkki’s.
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Friday, July 28, 2017
Sony has reissued pianist Ania Dorfmann's complete recordings for RCA Victor. Many of these recordings are receiving their first release since the 78RPM era, and a few have never been issued before in any form. Click here to read my review.