Tag: Mozart

  • Mozart at Bard; Botstein in the Bardo

    Mozart at Bard; Botstein in the Bardo

    I can’t believe it’s been two months already since the Fisher Center for the Performing Arts announced that the focus of this summer’s Bard Music Festival will be “Mozart and His World.” The festival, now in its 36th year, will we be held at Bard College in Annandale-on-Hudson, NY, August 7-16. The fact that I didn’t share the news immediately is attributable to several factors:

    Firstly, I’m sorry, Mozart may have been one the greatest musical geniuses who ever lived – and he wrote some music I would never want to be without (e.g. “The Marriage of Figaro,” an opera I like to say basically saved my life, or least got me through a very rough time) – but the idea of two weekends of his music doesn’t exactly thrill me.

    In the past, I wouldn’t have considered it an issue, since the “and His World” qualifier ensured there would be plenty of fascinating discoveries by the subject’s contemporaries, those who influenced him, and those he in turn influenced.

    Also, historically, Bard has been exceptional in digging deep into composers’ basements and turning up neglected scores from cobwebbed corners of their attics. This year, alas, seems to be a little disappointing in these regards.

    For one thing, I was hoping the programs would mix it up a bit more and cast some light into the future. After all, there are so many pieces influenced by or written in tribute to Mozart. One program will include Tchaikovsky’s “Mozartiana” – hardly a rarity, but at least it will be presented in a lesser-heard piano version – though I would expect the concerts to also weave in works such as Jean Françaix’s “Hommage à l’ami Papageno” for wind ensemble or, say, Francis Poulenc’s Concerto for Two Pianos, with its clearly Mozartian slow movement. If not those works specifically, perhaps a few like them.

    Of course at Bard, you never know everything you’re going to get until the actual, physical program goes to print. This early in the process, what’s given on the website is frequently but a sketch. But I imagine the major works are in place.

    Anyway, for all my grousing, I will be there for at least some of it, and once I am in the concert halls and into the music, I know I will have a good time, regardless, even if I can’t imagine buying a ticket based on being able to hear the “Prague Symphony” again.

    Unquestionably, there will be rarities: a Michael Haydn mass, selections from a Salieri opera, a Clementi piano sonata that contains the germ for Mozart’s overture to “The Magic Flute.” But what about the Mozart-Salieri collaboration “Per la Ricuperata Salute di Ofelia,” rediscovered as recently as 2016? How about Rimsky-Korsakov’s one-act opera “Mozart and Salieri?” Or Reynaldo Hahn’s “Mozart?”

    As always with these things, people will have their own ideas, and I know I should be thankful for anything this group organizes – and I am! But there’s no way I can pretend to be anywhere near as pumped for a Mozart festival as I was for those devoted to past subjects, such as Prokofiev, Sibelius, Rimsky-Korsakov, Berlioz, Vaughan Williams, Bohuslav Martinů, Carlos Chávez, and Erich Wolfgang Korngold.

    Okay, I’ve been putting it off, but now at last I come to the elephant in the room. I so badly do not want to even address it, but there’s the unfortunate quagmire through which co-artistic director Leon Botstein – also president of Bard College since 1975 – is currently slogging. If you don’t already know it, Botstein is in the Epstein files. Not with anything like the same frequency as the President of the United States, mind you, or, from what we know so far, with anywhere near the same degree of skeeviness. Actually, it doesn’t appear there’s any skeeviness at all. But the timing couldn’t be worse. The excrement hit the fan just before this year’s festival would have to be announced.

    The New York Times has covered Botstein’s interactions with Epstein extensively, but a lot of “journalists,” I’ve noticed, in particular those writing for the local papers of the Hudson Valley, seem to have their knives out, through suggestive phraseology and loaded words. The last thing Bard needs, in this sensitive situation, is for anyone to be striking sparks.

    I hasten to add, although Botstein is kind of a hero to me, I am in no way discounting the real and lasting trauma experienced by any of Epstein’s victims or that of anyone else who has suffered sexual abuse in their personal lives or at the hands of anyone on the faculty of the college itself (which has been alleged; after all, it is a college, and there are often abuses of authority at such institutions). There have been no allegations of Botstein himself participating in any illegal behavior.

    However, one of Epstein’s victims made an interesting point in an interview when she stated that the fact that Epstein was able to attract someone as estimable as Botstein to his sphere – and Botstein is FAR from the only one – it lent to an illusion of legitimacy, so that she and others like her struggled with the disconnect between what they were seeing, this kind of acceptance, and what they were actually experiencing.

    But Botstein himself appears to be clean, and the man himself has done so much for not only music, but for education, for social causes, and for the school itself. It would be unfortunate if he were forced out for the sin of trying to elicit additional funds from a millionaire, who made an unsolicited $75,000 donation to the college.

    But an independent investigation is ongoing. I will stand by the findings, as I hope the student activists will. There is a group on campus raising hell as only young people can.

    Botstein, who is brilliant and brilliantly articulate, is conspicuously absent, or downplayed to the extent that I don’t see him mentioned anywhere in the Bard promotional material. I’m hoping he is not forced out of the festival altogether, as there is no one currently involved that could ever fill his shoes.

    He’s still attached to this year’s opera production, which precedes the festival, as part of Bard SummerScape, a larger celebration of the arts that spans June 25-August 16. I already have my ticket to hear him conduct Richard Strauss’ “Die ägyptische Helena” (“The Egyptian Helen”). The opera runs July 24-August 2.

    Furthermore, I will hear him at Carnegie Hall this Thursday, with vocal soloists and the American Symphony Orchestra, as he introduces and conducts Berlioz’s rarely-encountered edition of Carl Maria von Weber’s “Der Freischütz.”

    One of the reasons I feel so disheartened by my own reaction to this year’s music festival – a reaction that I suspect will be shared by others attracted to Bard for its advocacy of unusual and neglected repertoire – is that I do not want the college to misconstrue my or anyone’s lack of enthusiasm and/or low attendance for distaste for, or protest against, Botstein.

    Be that as it may, you’ll find the program, as it currently stands, at the links below. If you’re a Mozart nut, I hope you will consider attending.

    Long live the Bard Music Festival. I’m hoping we’ll still have a few more years of Botstein, who will turn 80 in December, but appears to be as vital as ever, and in comparatively good health, at least on the evidence of what I’ve seen at Bard and at his concerts in New York City.

    Next year, another neglected or underappreciated composer, please!

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    Bard Music Festival

    https://fishercenter.bard.edu/what-we-do/bard-music-festival/

    Bard SummerScape, including Strauss’ “The Egyptian Helen”

    https://fishercenter.bard.edu/what-we-do/summerscape/

  • Bergman’s Enchanting “The Magic Flute”

    Bergman’s Enchanting “The Magic Flute”


    From time to time, I guess even Ingmar Bergman needed a break from existential dread. How else to explain his delightful adaptation of “The Magic Flute?” Originally intended for television, Bergman’s playful and inventive 1975 film of Mozart’s 1791 singspiel had a lot to do with setting me on the path to become an opera lover.

    The conceit, to set the action as a live performance in the historic Drottningholm Palace Theater (a reproduction, since there were concerns about the actual theater safely accommodating a film crew), is disarming and inspired. All the stagecraft is laid bare. The scenery is evidently painted plywood, the animals are all people in suits, and the characters pause from time to time to hold up little signs with moralistic aphorisms on them as they sing their arias.

    Bergman’s film begins outside the actual theater and then enters the hall during the overture to register the facial expressions of a audience members as they anticipate the curtain rising. Most especially the camera lingers on the eager face of an impressionable young girl. It’s evident that the director would like us to experience it all from her perspective, through a lens of innocence.

    By contrast, we’re also taken backstage, to glimpse Papageno, fallen asleep and nearly missing a cue, Sarastro between acts studying the score to “Parsifal,” and one of Monostatos’ minions reading a Donald Duck comic book.

    Sure, there are moments of despair even here, as a couple of the characters contemplate suicide (we also get a memorable vision of hellfire), but it’s all dispelled in a decisive victory of good over evil, an endorsement of universal brotherhood, and a resolution of unalloyed joy.

    It was Mozart’s librettist, Emanuel Schikaneder, who suggested during rehearsals that Papageno stammer in excitement at the recognition of his desired Papagena, in their famous duet. Here’s what Bergman does with it.

    On Mozart’s birthday anniversary, I think it’s time to revisit this film.

    Behold! Here it is on YouTube.


  • Mozart’s Musical Heist Vatican’s Secret Unlocked

    Mozart’s Musical Heist Vatican’s Secret Unlocked

    When the 14 year-old Mozart perpetrated a daring theft from the most powerful institution in the world, there was no need to circumvent a laser grid by descending on cables from on high.

    Mozart and his father attended a Holy Week service at the Vatican in 1770. There, they encountered for the first time Gregorio Allegri’s haunting “Miserere.”

    Allegri composed his setting of Psalm 51 (50) in the 1630s. The piece was intended for exclusive performance in the Sistine Chapel, as part of the Tenebrae service of Holy Wednesday and Good Friday.

    Its conception is a striking one, with two choirs: one intoning a simple chant, and the other, spatially separated, providing ornamentation. The effect of a stratospheric top C makes the “Miserere” one of the most enthralling works in the choral literature of the late Renaissance.

    The Vatican, realizing it had a good thing, forbade performance of the piece or copies of the score to be circulated outside its walls, under pain of excommunication.

    It was Mozart who blithely liberated the piece, copying it down from memory and handing it off to author and music historian Charles Burney, who published it without delay.

    Mozart was summoned before the Pope, and rather than being excommunicated, he was showered with praise for his feat of musical genius. The ban on the “Miserere” was lifted.

    Mission accomplished!


    These portraits, of Allegri (left) and the teenage Mozart, will self-destruct in five seconds

  • Josef Mysliveček The Bohemian on Kanopy

    Josef Mysliveček The Bohemian on Kanopy

    I notice today is the anniversary of the birth of Bohemian composer Josef Mysliveček. Who, you say? Well, I suppose you have to have done a lot of classical radio to really know his stuff. An intimate friend of the Mozarts, Mysliveček in some ways laid the groundwork for Amadeus’ later masterworks. He was insanely popular in Italy and apparently quite a hit with the ladies.

    So yeah, his life fairly screams “motion picture,” but I can’t believe someone was actually able to get backers interested in the project. The resulting film, “The Bohemian” (2022), popped up in my Kanopy recommendations this weekend. I don’t know how it is where you are, but here you can sign up for the service free with your library card.

    It looks like total junk food, but you know I’ll be all over it. You might say, I’ll be Czeching it out soon.

    Happy birthday, Josef Mysliveček!


    “The Bohemian” on Kanopy

    https://www.kanopy.com/en/product/15033207

    The trailer

    Wind Octet No. 2 in E-flat major

    From the opera “L’Olimpiade”

    Cello Concerto in C major

    “Montezuma” (complete opera live)

  • Mozart, a Snow Plow, and Princeton Symphony

    Mozart, a Snow Plow, and Princeton Symphony

    Mozart’s masterful Symphony No. 39 is a marvel of classical invention. But not even HIS nimble imagination lit on the idea of including a snow plow.

    Last night, on the first of two concerts devoted to a program of the composer’s music, presented by the Princeton Symphony Orchestra at Princeton University’s Richardson Auditorium, a rumbling, scraping basso continuo underscored the work’s last two movements, as a wintry mix was cleared from the parking lot outside the venue. This was especially evident in the silence between movements, though briefly the truck’s back-up alarm did make for a disorienting John Cage-like tug-of-war between everyday and Elysium.

    Not everyone braved the weather last night, so a well-sold house was left with pockets of empty seats. A pity for those who couldn’t be there, as the music-making, on the concert’s first half, especially, was inspired and transporting, with plenty of warmth and glow to keep the sleet and slush at bay.

    Guest conductor Gérard Korsten, forgoing the standard-issue baton in favor of directing with his bare hands, oversaw the orchestra with energy and commitment. Whether I should be crediting him, the musicians, or the music, I’m not sure – perhaps all three – but whatever or whoever was responsible, all the tumblers aligned for some of the most satisfying Mozart I’ve ever heard from this group, which seldom disappoints, but is frequently more successful in Romantic and 20th century repertoire. (A gross generalization, as a concert they did with a barefoot Daniel Rowland that interleaved Vivaldi’s “The Four Seasons” with Astor Piazzolla’s “The Four Seasons of Buenos Aires” in 2016 continues to resonate in my memory.)

    The program opened with punchy and energetic ballet music from the opera “Idomeneo.” It came off so well, I was disappointed to find it was not the full 25-minute suite, but rather only two of the five numbers, with a combined running time of about 14 minutes. Too bad, because I really loved what I heard. The effect was like being awakened in the middle of a beautiful dream.

    But my yearning was short-lived, thankfully, as the highlight of the evening was surely the Piano Concerto No. 20 in D minor – one of only two piano concertos Mozart composed in a minor key – which pretty much fulfilled its ideal with soloist Orli Shaham. Like a poetic alchemist, Shaham turned ivories into pearls, for a performance that balanced the work’s drama and depth, honoring the emotion in the score’s nascent Romanticism while never betraying its Classical poise. The pianist has had a long history with the piece – it was the work that made her want to take up the instrument as a child – but somehow she has managed to keep it fresh and immediate, her involvement evident in every phrase. She silently mouthed passages and swayed to the music and even leaned into the first violins at times, as if to symbolize her sense of oneness with the orchestra. Truly, it was a thing of beauty (with apologies to Keats).

    One of the things I love about the Princeton Symphony Orchestra is how the wind players all actually listen to one another. Last night, principal clarinetist Pascal Archer, always full of animation, was characteristically the focal point of some very sensitive wind playing, musically linking arms with clarinetist Gi Lee and flutist Sooyun Kim; but all the winds – and I should include in this the brass (two horns and two trumpets) – were excellent.

    While the performance of the symphony as whole did not, for me, attain the giddy heights or emotional depth of the concert’s first half, there’s no question it was well-played. Putting principal percussionist Jeremy Levine on period kettle drums may have been a nod to 18th century practice, but authenticity be damned, I missed the anchor of a strong downbeat as those strings rain their torrents of joy!

    Kudos, though, to trumpeters Jerry Bryant (principal) and Thomas Cook, who throughout the evening were consistently fine, both in uniformity and execution – impeccable in their restraint, when necessary – in both “Idomeneo” and the last movement of the symphony. If I could play the trumpet, I would always be tempted to play so that the walls of Jericho would crumble.

    As I know I’ve mentioned before, the prospect of an all-Mozart program seldom gets me excited, but the repertoire, soloist, and conductor for this one filled me with anticipation. It gave me pleasure to set aside my deep-seated cynicism, if only for an evening.

    The program will be repeated, without freezing rain, today, Sunday, at 4 p.m. I suspect tickets really will be scarce. But, who knows, if last night is any indication, there could be a number of stay-at-homes. You can try your luck at princetonsymphony.org.

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