Critical Acclaim for our 2002-03 season

 

MUSIC - Pascal Roge & Vanessa Benelli At Dumbarton Church
Monday, February 24, 2003; Page C05
By: Ronald Broun

As duo pianists, Pascal Roge and Vanessa Benelli make a striking pair. Roge is an established concert player in his early fifties; Benelli is 15. Both were child prodigies. Roge heard Benelli play in 1999 and was astonished: "She is the most natural musical talent I have encountered in my entire life as a musician and teacher."

Their concert Saturday night in Georgetown for the Dumbarton Concert Series was designed primarily to widen Benelli's musical horizons -- but certainly ours as well. The program included masterpieces languishing in the relatively obscure two-piano repertoire, most particularly Robert Schumann's Six Pieces in canon for pedal piano, Op. 56. These are miracles of lyricism blooming from the granite of austere counterpoint. The performance sang naturally and freely but retained the complex structure that reveals Schumann's debt to Bach.

Rachmaninoff's Suite No. 2 for Two Pianos, Op. 17, has an array of deeply satisfying Big Tunes (melodic fragments that take on febrile power as they emerge from wild tangles of filigree) and murderously difficult technical problems -- jackhammer repeated notes, leaping chords, huge orchestral sonorities, twisted rhythmic schemes. Similarly, the two-piano version of Ravel's "La Valse" is not for the fainthearted, and Poulenc's elegant Sonata for Two Pianos requires souffle-like buoyancy.

Benelli actually seemed to have the upper hand (so to speak) in the Rachmaninoff, as Roge was occasionally late in returning to the fray because of page-turning problems. In musical and technical authority the two pianists seemed evenly matched -- she is clearly a major talent -- though it will take a solo recital to answer that question squarely.

 

Chopin, Beyond His Piano Forte

By Tim Page
Washington Post Staff Writer
Monday, February 10, 2003; Page C05

Frederic Chopin completed his two piano concertos before he reached his 20th birthday. They are famously imperfect creations: If there was little about writing for the piano that Chopin did not understand, he knew next to nothing about writing for anything else. (The late musicologist Herbert Weinstock aptly described the orchestral introduction to the first concerto as "138 measures of piano music poorly distributed among other instruments.")

And yet the mere thought of the inspiration contained within the bounds of these concertos -- of the haunted, windswept melodies that seem to spin out forever, melodies that could have been fashioned by no other composer -- is enough to summon a welling, wistful tenderness from the most pedantic of listeners.

The recent discovery of arrangements of the two concertos for piano and string quintet, arrangements either composed or sanctioned by Chopin himself, sounded too good to be true. Was it possible that these awkward but achingly beautiful pieces might be transformed into fully satisfying chamber music? A capacity audience braved the February cold (and the ubiquitous, and even more chilling, pre-bellum thunder of circling helicopters overhead) to listen to pianist Brian Ganz and the Left Bank String Quartet, augmented for the occasion by the bassist Edgardo Malaga Jr., play the Washington premiere of the hybrids at Dumbarton United Methodist Church in Georgetown on Saturday night.

That such reductions would have been in demand in the mid-19th century is hardly surprising. In an era before radio and recordings, most music was made at home, and, then as now, it was considerably easier to assemble a chamber group than a full orchestra. These transcriptions likely enlivened many a salon.

Still, the central fault of the concertos is present in the chamber arrangements as well. The melodies are wonderful; the formal structures of the movements are baggy but endearing. And yet the accompanimental writing still sounds gray, monolithic, a little plodding. Only the passages for solo cello take on a life of their own; the rest might have been poured from a blender.

Chopin seems to have been incapable of puffing up his thoughts for orchestra or chamber ensemble; rather, it was his great genius to fit a world of expression into the range of a single instrument -- the piano.

None of this is to fault the performances of Ganz and his colleagues, which were lyrical, dynamic, and affectionate throughout. Ganz is an extroverted player, with a generous technique and a bounteous, studiedly bejeweled tone. There were moments when I thought he overdid it: very occasionally, he seemed to be going out of his way to be expressive, without having anything very definite to express. But there could be no denying the energy and elegance of the interpretations.

The program was presented by Dumbarton Concerts, one of several organizations that offer musical events at Dumbarton Church. This is the group's 25th anniversary season.

 

Red Priest

PERFORMING ARTS
By Joe Banno
Monday, January 27, 2003; Page C05

The performance by British period-instrument quartet Red Priest of "The Four Seasons" at Dumbarton Church on Saturday didn't so much breathe new life into Vivaldi as plunge an adrenaline-filled syringe into his heart.

The score -- played in Red Priest's own arrangement for violin, cello, harpsichord and battery of recorders -- took playfully anarchic liberties that included a fair amount of newly composed material. Vivaldi's gentle evocation of birdsong in "Spring" erupted into a veritable rain forest of species. "Autumn's" harvest festival reeled with a pitch-bending, graphically queasy drunkenness. And the cozy, hearthside slow movement of "Winter" was retooled into a hip-swaying Caribbean fantasy.

What made this zaniness (not to mention their PDQ Bach-style physical comedy) work, was the players' virtuosity and thorough understanding of the baroque idiom -- as evidenced by the other works on the bill. Anyone doubting their chops need only have heard violinist Julia Bishop's scorching performance of Biber's "Crucifixion" Sonata, Angela East's lovely, introspective reading of Bach's Prelude in D Minor for Solo Cello, or Howard Beach's keyboard work throughout the high-speed chase they made of Corelli's "Christmas" Concerto.

But the evening's star was Piers Adams, whose nearly superhuman facility on recorders (at times playing two at once) more than justified rewriting the "Seasons" as recorder concertos. His jaw-dropping rendition of Van Eyck's "What Shall We Do This Evening?" must mark him as the reigning recorder virtuoso in the world today.

At Dumbarton Church, a Delightful 'Celtic Christmas' for Any Season

By Joan Reinthaler
Monday, December 9, 2002; Page C09

One of the miracles of the season is that concerts may attain "Christmas concert" status just by being performed in December (look at Handel's "Messiah," as splendid an Easter piece as there ever was). The "Celtic Christmas" program that the Barnes & Hampton Celtic Consort brought as their offering to Dumbarton Church in Georgetown over the weekend -- its 25th-anniversary Christmas program in the Dumbarton Concert Series -- is a good example. It was delightful. It was low-key and companionable. It was played with warmth and good feeling. It drew a family audience and it was full of good cheer and a dollop or two of nostalgia. In short, it felt like a Christmas concert (and the white stuff on the ground outside didn't hurt either).

And what was the program? Well, it started with a jig and a saltarello, a 16th-century popular dance form. There were pieces from early America, one called "Liberty" and the touching "Shady Grove"; a suite of American blues tunes that included "Cocaine and "Freight Train"; a set of wonderfully soulful Irish melodies played on the uillean pipes and a gorgeous rendition of the Irish song "The Snowy Breasted Pearl" on the Celtic harp. A piece called "Merrily Kissed the Quaker's Wife" ended the program. In short, had it been May, all of this might have felt more like the accompaniment to an evening of pub-hopping.

There were, to be sure, some overtly Christmasy things: a small group of carols near the end and selections of Christmas poems, read with restraint and affection by Robert Aubry Davis, scattered throughout the program.

Linn Barnes, who plays lute, guitar, mandolin, banjo and the pipes, presided with a genial and gracious sense of humor.

Allison Hampton, on the guitar, harp and strummed dulcimer, added the peculiarly Celtic tone to the ensemble. Joseph Cunliffe played a whole tableful of flutes, whistles and recorders (and perhaps at times might have been a little more assertive), and Steve Bloom handled the bells, drums (including the Irish bodhran) and other assorted noisemakers with considerable delicacy.

 

Jacques Thibaud Trio

By Cecelia Porter
Monday, October 14, 2002; Page C05

The Jacques Thibaud Trio, formed in Berlin eight years ago, and American flutist Eugenia Zukerman made a perfect team to launch the 2002-03 Dumbarton Concert Series season Saturday at Georgetown's Dumbarton Church. Their program, favoring lighter classical fare, was equally refreshing for a Washington area shrouded in rain and fear of a monster on the loose. Two Serenades, Beethoven's Op. 8 and Erno Dohnanyi's Op. 10, are by definition descended from a musical genre that is aimed to please. This air of diversion from harsh reality wafted clearly through the Beethoven, boosted no doubt by the fresh-air spontaneity of musicians who play everything from memory. Their robust bowing lent percussive force to the work of a Beethoven delighting in the ephemera of the Viennese countryside.

The trio laid bare the shadowed darkness of Dohnanyi's piece, one tinged with the bleak fate of a Hungarian composer exiled to Florida for political allegations later disproved. The Thibaud switched to a frothier mood with Jean Rene Francaix's String Trio, its sardonic absurdity as French as that of the classic film "Mr. Hulot's Holiday." Zukerman, a flutist who has long headed the pack, came in for Mozart's Flute Quartet, K. 285. The glistening sounds of her instrument, her stupefying lung capacity and her finely articulated cascades of classical grace closed a deserved tribute to the concert series' 25th year.


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