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The venerable Lorin Maazel was in town again at the helm of the Boston Symphony Orchestra (BSO), in the final night of their performances of Tchaikovsky, Stravinsky, and Scriabin. I have been a bit absent from writing up the last two performances of the BSO that I’ve attended because I have been writing at work for the last few months.

Tchaikovsky’s Suite No. 3 is something like — but not quite — a symphony, a peculiar type of piece. Perhaps because I am not familiar with the form, it was difficult for me to get an overarching sense of the music. Individual movements, especially the somewhat ironically malaise waltz, were certainly reminiscent of the Russian composer’s more famous symphonic works. Perhaps the most easily associated music were the often grand variations on the theme in the final movement.

I have to admit that my familiarity with Stravinsky’s music, though growing, is not even characterizable as elementary. Of the work of his I’ve heard, I can say off the top of my head that I enjoyed Petrushka. Today, the BSO performed Stravinsky’s Song of the Nightingale. I enjoyed the immediately recognizable Chinese theme early on but was not particularly compelled by the piece as a whole.

And finally, in my first experience hearing the music of Alexander Scriabin via The Poem of Ecstasy, I waited in eager anticipation for the bellowing of the Symphony Hall organ. Seated in the orchestra section, Row E and almost all the way to the audience left of the stage, I happened to have been perfectly placed to watch the organist — whose name I could not locate in the program — wait patiently throughout the majority of the piece before his bars appeared. Unfortunately, their effect was more of a massive thunder whose melody was lost from my vantage point in the cacophony of the bellowing orchestra: I could not place any sort of unique timbre reminiscent of my experiences with church organs and the like. I should have liked to hear the organ alone, but I believe that this was my first concert at Symphony Hall at which the organ was employed.

The last two concerts in the subscription series have had somewhat odd programming to me. It has been difficult to understand any underlying theme, probably due to my lack of familiarity with the music. One interesting note for this concert series was that in Maazel’s second week with the BSO, in 1960, they performed both the Stravinsky and the Scriabin. I believe that this is the first time since then that he has performed these two pieces again here in the same performance, which marks a special moment in my mind that ties together his history performing with this orchestra. That is a truly long engagement to Nevertheless, as always the exposure to new music is endlessly intriguing, and as always, I’m grateful for the opportunity.

Joshua Bell will be performing tonight, Friday (matinee), Saturday, and next Tuesday in a series of concerts with the Boston Symphony Orchestra. I broke down and decided to go at least this Tuesday and Saturday’s shows, since he will be performing one of my two favorite violin concertos: Brahms, D Major, Op. 77. Instead of waiting in line for an hour or more for the certainly popular rush tickets tomorrow night, I decided to buy a $20 under-40 ticket. Among my seat choices was an excellent orchestra seat, dead center in row Z, or a third row first balcony seat, also in the center. While I’d rarely pass up that wonderful orchestra seat, I’ve seen all but one show from the orchestra and have not spent any time on the first balcony. Since all of my rush and student tickets so far have been in the orchestra, I opted for the first balcony seat, where I will certainly have another unique perspective on the power of Bell’s solo violin carrying throughout Symphony Hall. On Saturday night, my seats are stage left orchestra seats, so it will be an interesting experiment in acoustics to see how similar (but not identical) performances sound from different seats. I can already hear the low hum of the side vents in those orchestra seats, however ….

Unfortunately, Sir Andrew Davis was not able to be with us for this series of concerts, and Yan Pascal Tortelier will serve as his replacement in his BSO debut at Symphony Hall. Along with this change, instead of Igor Stravinsky’s Symphony in Three Movements, the BSO will do Stravinsky’s 1945 Firebird Suite, which I think will be quite a treat.

I plan on attending the pre-concert talk on Tuesday that will be given by Elizabeth Seitz, but I am not planning on staying for the signing of Bell’s new album, At Home With Friends. It’s not that I do not wish to meet Mr Bell, which I would like to do perhaps one day, but there’s something incredibly objectionable to me to stand in line in order to meet someone and have them scribble their name onto the liner notes of a CD. There is only one celebrity reporter in Florida with whom I would love to spend time at any opportunity.

I have several of Bell’s albums and particularly enjoy his performances of Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto (my other favorite) and Kreisler violin pieces. Having never heard him play the Brahms, I will be interested in his and the BSO’s interpretation.

Update: I’ve written concert reports for both the first Tuesday and the Saturday performances.

I was fortunate enough to see two performances of the same program, a rare treat for me at the Boston Symphony Orchestra. I went for college card tickets on both the Thursday night and Saturday night performances of last week. The BSO played Arthur Honegger’s Pastorale d’Été, Camille Saint-Saëns’ Piano Concerto No. 2, and Igor Stravinsky’s Petrushka. In truth, I came for the Petrushka and stayed for the Saint-Saëns, having the least of hopes for the Honegger, since I was not aware of him until Thursday night. A symphony friend CB and I met at 10 am outside the box office in anticipation of the college card tickets on Thursday, and we were met by a surprisingly long line. The Salvation Army donations guy was out in front of Symphony Hall, which we commented seemed to be occurring earlier and earlier each year. Even with his single tone bell, I immediately recognized the rhythm as that of Jingle Bells. If you sang along with it in your head, as I am sure the Salvation Army’s handbell soloist was, it didn’t sound too bad after all. His virtuoso performance outside the hall reminded me of my middle school days, when I would tap the WIlliam Tell Overture with my four-and-two fingers on the table. It dawned on me then that perhaps no one else could hear the melody in the tapping, and I tried to decouple my tapping with the actual sound I was hearing. I listened hard to hear only taps, but the ever familiar melody always played softly in the background.

For some reason, the box office was allowing everyone to get two college card tickets, so we both got two tickets each, in hopes of corralling others to join us that evening. It’s a surprisingly lofty proposition, to find people I know who want to go experience one of the world’s best symphony orchestras in one of the most amazing concert halls in the world, for free. In fact, we both failed in finding people to accompany us, so we decided to hold onto her pair of tickets, which gave us a great view of the solo pianist during the Saint-Saëns. I had a Fenway Park moment outside the box office just before the show, as I desperately tried to find someone who was looking for tickets but did not have them. I was hoping to give them to someone who would not normally go to the symphony, reminiscent of a photo of a man outside the hall with a sign, Desperate for Tickets. I finally found a pair of college students who had just been turned away from the box office who were very grateful and hopefully enjoyed the show.

With no expectations for the Pastorale d’Été, I settled in for the piece comfortably, and after what was a pretty long day, I found it to be perfectly peaceful and quit a fitting tribute to its namesake of the summer season. The free laziness of summer was captured in the long legato tones of the winds and strings. It is a happy piece, a fitting tribute to a season that, at least for this year, has come and gone.

The featured soloist for the Saint-Saëns Piano Concerto No. 2 was 21-year-old Lise de la Salle, someone whom I had not heard of, and since I did not know the music of Saint-Saëns save the Carnival of Animals, I was not terribly eager for this piece. The first movement of the piece, which numbers among CB’s favorites, is dramatic and serious, a dark contrast with the Pastorale. I found de la Salle’s playing to be quite compelling, though I did feel in a few phrases that she probably could have coaxed even more intensity from the Steinway and Sons. The subsequent movements contained small musical jokes and grand musical gestures, exploring the ranges of human emotion with ease. The piece was executed brilliantly, and her maturity in young adulthood was evident. In addition, I found in Saint-Saëns a composer whose work excites me almost as much as his contemporary from the Romantic period and perhaps my favorite composer Johannes Brahms. I have already begun my exploration into his work and found several pieces that may become part of my standard listening repertoire.

The Piano Concerto far overshadowed my expectations for Stravinsky’s Petrushka, a nice piece for a ballet that felt at time confusing, perhaps since it was meant to accompany the missing dancers. Perhaps I will get a chance to see it performed to heighten my appreciation of it. The experience reminded me of my first listen of the soundtrack to the French film noir Ascenseur Pour L’Échafaud, which is improvised by Miles Davis and his trio as Davis watched the scenes of the film. Hearing the soundtrack first, I had no reference point for the music, and while it was all fine, watching the film with the music deepened my understanding and appreciation of the music. (The film is in my top five favorites.)

When I heard of the college card tickets that were released on Saturday morning, I knew I wanted to go see de la Salle perform the Saint-Saëns again. I was treated to the calming Honegger and thoroughly enjoyed the piano concerto, now having some familiarity with the piece. It was similar in more ways than one, as de la Salle appeared to have on the same dress as the Thursday performance! I cannot recall if I noted this in Janine Jansen and Alisa Weilerstein when I saw them perform the Brahms Double Concerto this year, but I did liken de la Salle’s attire to that of some kind of musical superhero with closets full of the same blue dress. I came away from this week with a respect for Honegger, a hope for future Stravinsky, and an excitement to explore the music of Camille Saint-Saëns further.

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