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Performance Date: November 19, 2009
Saving the best for first
by S.James Wegg
The 2009-2010 concert series of
Buffalo's excellent purveyors of small ensemble delights (chosen by its visionary artistic director Charles Haupt) got off to a resounding start in the welcoming confines of the Peter
and Elizabeth C. Tower Auditorium. What better way to simultaneously begin another RendezBlue and celebrate the first anniversary of the Burchfield Penney Art Center. By making that
space available to this top-notch, risk-taking organization, the Center does both its patrons and the musical community-at-large a mutually beneficial service. Here's to more arts
organizations (large and small) having the same wisdom and determination. The evening's tribute to Leo Smit (whose remarkable career included a professorship at SUNY Buffalo, 1962-84)
served as a timely reminder that great art and its creators are often just around the corner and not necessarily to be found exclusively in the "art capitals" of the world."
Those unfamiliar with Smit's work might find it difficult to believe that the same man wrote the piano trio, piano solo, song cycle, then (thanks to a digitally remastered recording
by the legendary producer, Thomas Frost) performed Pete Johnson's Zero Hour with exceptional skill and stylistic flare. Like Paul Hindemith, Smit proved conclusively here and in other
recent reviews (cross-references below) that he is assuredly a composer's composer. That wee bit of jazz was preceded by the first cycle of six which comprise Smit's last major work:
The Ecstatic Pilgrimage. "Childe Emilie" (14 songs about memories & fantasies of childhood) is a marvellous journey through Emily Dickinson's thought-provoking poetry coloured
with meticulous care and shared experience as the composer finally found a soul mate whose words struck and inspired so much more than chords.
Soprano Amanda DeBoer made a
valiant attempt at bringing these wonderfully rich recollections to life. Her ability to word paint (notably "The hungry Vulture screamed" from "Through lane it lay - through bramble
-") was at one with text and tones yet a few uncentred pitches provided more feelings of unease than intended. Claudia Hoca's accompaniments were models of support and remarkable for
their easy-flowing legato and ring in the upper reaches. Only very infrequently did the piano over-power the voice. Nonetheless, the capacity audience showed their considerable
enthusiasm for the result after "just a Crown" was put into place.
Hoca was also the soloist in Dance Card. The multi-homage suite should become fodder for a choreographer or
in the case of "Prater Rag" (no threat to Joplin's oeuvre but highly inventive nonetheless) a film constructed around the complete work. "Tango Bolshoi" was stylishly and moodily
rendered even as the inner voices were given their moment to shine. The "Diabelli Polka" was beautifully voiced; "Valse Tristan" was the least successful writing with too many
Tristans past lingering in memory belying "just" the keyboard treatment.
After the break, Jean Kopperud took the stage to perform "Abyss of the Birds" from Olivier Messiaen's
magical Quatuor pour la fin du temps. While the link of birds to the song cycle provided some artistic glue, perhaps Stravinsky's Three Pieces for Clarinet might have better cemented
the bond (Stravinsky figuring prominently in Smit's development and career path). Kopperud dug in deep and held the crowd in rapt attention as the opening, slinky-silky lines
unfolded. When fluttering up into the extreme range, her somewhat strident tone took no prisoners. A more wide-ranging performance couldn't be imagined. JW.
The concert opened
with Tzadik (righteous one). This episodic composition was the most consistently musical offering of the night. Violinist Charles Haupt led and demurred to his colleagues (cellist
Jonathan Golove and the indefatigable Hoca) with customary authority and discretion as the music's harmonic buffet entranced the ear and a melody that threatened to morph into "When
the Saints Go Marching In" wove its way into the fabric. Golove's skill was a constant pleasure as he matched Haupt's tone in the unisons and laid down appropriately sturdy pizzicati
where required. Hoca poured secure, over-the-bar-line ostinatos and lyrical interventions into the heady mix that was incredulously topped off with two teaspoons of Die Zauberflöte.
The obvious love and respect for the composer a decade after his passing by those living very much in the artistic present made this performance the clear highlight of another
delectable program from A Musical Feast. JW