Category: diary

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People attending the exhibition and the fringe and concurrent
events tomorrow morning and early afternoon may have to deal with
various street closures because of the Bruins victory parade.
Here’s the official
information from the City of Boston.

Unofficially, BEMF is advising people who need to cross
Boylston Street to go to Arlington St. Station and cross it
underneath, if you can’t figure out how to cross it above ground.

Is here.
I didn’t go, so I can’t tell you about it from personal experience.

Is here.

Alan Kozinn puts more work into getting the atmosphere of a
late-night concert in the context of everything else going on at
BEMF on the night of the Stanley Cup final than
Jeremy Eichler did.

Is here.

Jeremy Eichler took better notes and reproduced more of them
than I did, but one thing he said deserves discussion here:

Why more local presenters, given the right program and
the right occasion, don’t explore this timeslot is to me a real
mystery.

The reason the timeslot works (when it does) at BEMF is that a
lot of people take BEMF as a reason to suspend their normal life.
If they’re doing the 11PM concerts, they’re either on vacation, or
at least have given themselves permission to give up some of what
they normally do. For instance, I practice recorder and some kind
of brass instrument and vocalize over my whole range every day,
but not during BEMF. And I was deliriously happy when my CSA decided that the
cold Spring we had in New England didn’t produce enough to be
worth distributing a share this week, so I didn’t have to drive 4
miles to pick it up.

So I go to 11 PM concerts at BEMF, but would be really unlikely
to at other times. Also, even when I go, I often enjoy the last
one or two pieces less than I otherwise would because of worrying
about missing the last train. And in my case, if I miss the train
I can walk, or take a cab without going hungry for a week. Other
people are less fortunate than I am.

So I’m not at all mystified by the fact that outside of BEMF
there aren’t many 11 PM concerts.

At the beginning of the 17th century, music got harmonically
more complicated, but remained polyphonic and melodic. A group of
violin virtuosos took advantage of this new vocabulary to compose
chamber music works of remarkable complexity.

This is the kind of repertoire that BEMF is good at showing us,
because it’s think kind of thing that the people who can play in
the opera orchestra do for fun when they aren’t in an orchestra.
This concert was no exception. The duets were played by Robert
Mealy and Julie Andrijeski on baroque violin. I was glad to see that the third
melodic instrument in several pieces was played by Greg Ingles,
with remarkably agile slide technique on a trombone.

Another break from the violin was provided by a harpsichord
solo, played by Avi Stein on an unusually mellow Italian-style
harpsichord built by Owen Daly.

I started taking notes about places I particularly liked in the
pieces (e.g. Julie’s solo in Bertali Sonata No. 3), but since every piece had one or two, I decided to just
say that I really enjoy this repertoire.

Another unusual feature of this concert was that the Boston
Bruins hockey team won the Stanley Cup while we were listening to
it. I could tell that had happened the minute I left Emmanuel
Church, since there were horns blowing and people cheering. But
the really odd part was when the people taking the MBTA home got
to Park Street and were waiting for the Red Line. A bunch of
drunken hockey celebrators came in and were yelling and throwing
things. The Early Music people all went down to the other end of
the platform. One of them muttered, “Too much alcohol and
testosterone in the air down there.” Another asked, “Who are the Bruins?”

The Thursday 5 PM concert was called The Celtic
Viol and featured reknowned viol player Jordi Savall
playing various kinds of Irish and Scottish music on viol,
accompanied by Paul Odette on cittern and lute and Shane Shanahan
on bodhràn.

I’m always dubious about the idea of playing lots of dance
music in a concert setting, and this concert did nothing to change
that opinion. The lyrical airs and laments were very beautiful,
and there were enough of them that I didn’t regret buying my
ticket.

But the fiddle tunes kept reminding me of Samuel Johnson about
women preaching: “Sir, a woman’s preaching is like a dog’s walking
on his hind legs. It is not done well; but you are surprised to
find it done at all.” It was rhythmic and sounded a surprising
amount like a fiddle, but I wasn’t sure anyone would really want
to dance to it even if they could in Jordan Hall.

On a cheerful note, this was the first of the Jordan Hall
concerts I’ve been to that was anything close to sold out. I
wasn’t surprised that the Monday concert was sparsely attended,
since it wasn’t designed for the general public, and a lot of the
BEMF public doesn’t arrive until later in the week. I was
surprised that the King’s Singers sold barely half the seats,
since the Celebrity Series used to sell them out regularly, so
they do appeal to the general public. (Maybe it still does sell
them out regularly – I haven’t been a subscriber for some time.)

On the whole, this concert should probably have been
an 11 PM one-hour concert instead of a 5 PM full-length concert,
except that I would guess the viol players complained two years
ago about the big viol concert being after most people’s bedtimes.
And Jordi Savall is one of the festival’s big draws, and there
are a lot of people who can’t really deal with the logistics of
the 11 PM concerts, so it makes sense to have him when people can
go.

Is here.

It identifies the encore as Striggio’s Il gioco di Primiera.

I’m sure I’ll have more to say about the exhibition later, but
here’s what
Alan Kozinn says.

It’s good he mentioned the serpent.

I think it’s a pity they keep calling it a “trade show”. It
does of course function something like a trade show, but the term
might imply to people who’d never been that they shouldn’t go
unless early music was their trade.