Listening to America's Symphonic Treasures, in All Fifty States

Just in January alone I heard concerts of real quality--concerts that provided me with artistic satisfaction without the need to apologize for the locale ("oh well, considering the size of the town, I suppose it was pretty good..."). Nope, these concerts were satisfying listening experiences for someone who has been listening to classical music for half a century. Where did they take place? Fairfax, Virginia (the Fairfax Symphony Orchestra); Grand Junction, Colorado (the Grand Junction Symphony Orchestra); and Albuquerque, New Mexico (the New Mexico Symphony).

All three were impressive, and for reasons both similar and unique. In Fairfax, a candidate for their music director position (Daniel Meyer) showed the kind of energy and intensity that a new face can bring to an orchestra, especially one clearly showing his wares in hopes of being the chosen one. In Grand Junction, the first surprise was an all-American program that featured one work I'd never heard before (Gwyneth Walker's moving A Testament to Peace); a work by one of America's greatest composers, but one that I'd never before encountered in live performance (Aaron Copland's A Letter from Home); and two classics, Bernstein's Chichester Psalms and Gershwin's An American in Paris. None only that, but Music Director Kirk Gustafson has programmed an American work on every concert this season!  And he gets terrific, committed playing from the Grand Junction Symphony. Then, a week later, I caught the New Mexico Symphony, an orchestra that I had last heard some twenty years ago. Goodness how it has grown! Music Director Guillermo Figueroa is a violinist, and he has clearly developed the orchestra's string ensemble and quality enormously. The Figueroa family--he has two cousins in the Met Opera Orchestra, one being principal cellist--played with him in the Beethoven Triple Concerto, which had all the conviction and passion you'd expect from a family gathering. But it was Beethoven's Fifth Symphony that showed the development of this orchestra. The playing had nuance, shape, subtle dynamic shading, and drama. While Figueroa took quick tempos, it never sounded rushed, because the orchestra was in complete control.

I write all of this not to become a music critic reviewing concerts. That isn't the purpose of this blog. I write it because of the fact that having somehow reached this milestone of coming into contact with orchestras in every single state made me focus once again on the remarkable depth and quality of symphonic music-making in these United States. This quality, its diversity and its scope make it one of the cultural treasures of America.