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TT: Scandal

January 15, 2004 by Terry Teachout

I took a musician friend to see New York City Ballet last night. On the program were two of George Balanchine’s masterpieces, Apollo (whose score is by Igor Stravinsky) and Concerto Barocco (set to the Bach Two-Violin Concerto). I learned long ago not to expect miracles out of the NYCB pit orchestra, but I was shocked by what I heard. The playing of the string section in both pieces was ill-tuned and inaccurate, and in the case of Concerto Barocco the performance, particularly in the first movement, was so rhythmically uncertain as to adversely affect the quality of the dancing on stage. Dancers can’t do their job when they’re not sure what tempo to take.


My friend was appalled. I was embarrassed.


Musical standards at New York City Ballet have rarely been much better than mediocre at any time since I started looking at the company 17 years ago. A few years ago the orchestra actually dared to go on strike, in the process inspiring a joke that circulated widely among New York musicians and dancegoers: “The worst orchestra in town just went on strike. What do they want? Fewer rehearsals.” (That was actually pretty close to the truth.) Fortunately, the strike failed, in the process giving NYCB sufficient leverage to pry a more favorable contract out of the orchestra. The company then hired Andrea Quinn, an excellent conductor, as its new music director, and within months the musical side of its performances had improved noticeably.


I haven’t been looking at NYCB as regularly as usual for the past couple of years (I was preoccupied with finishing and promoting my Mencken biography), but now that I’m writing a brief life of Balanchine, I’ve been making a point of going more often. Last week and this, I noticed that the orchestra had fallen back into its old habits–not consistently, but often enough to be alarming.


Most dance critics don’t have musical training. A few, in fact, are downright unmusical–I’ll name no names, but New York balletomanes know who they are–while others know when an orchestra sounds bad but are understandably reluctant to say so in print because of their lack of musical knowledge. Hence the work of the New York City Ballet Orchestra and its conducting staff (whose role in the current crisis should not be overlooked) almost always goes unmentioned in reviews. Like George Balanchine, I’m a trained musician, so I considered it my personal responsibility to speak out about NYCB’s low orchestral standards when I was covering the company for the New York Daily News. I also talked about the problem with other critics, and encouraged them to do likewise, with some success.


Again, I’m not saying that the orchestra always plays badly. It sounded pretty good last week in Prokofiev’s score for The Prodigal Son. On the other hand, the performance of Mendelssohn’s Scotch Symphony on the same program fell well below any acceptable standard of musical quality, and what I heard last night was even worse. It grieves me that a company whose founder knew music from the inside out should be forcing its audiences to listen to such unprofessional performances. It also makes me angry.


New York City Ballet is celebrating the centennial of George Balanchine’s birth this year. I think that’s a highly appropriate occasion for his company to clean its musical house.

TT: Just in case you were wondering

January 15, 2004 by Terry Teachout

I think maybe my musical juices are flowing again. It started when Luciana Souza sent me a CD-R of the rough mix of her next album, a beautiful song cycle on poems by Pablo Neruda. Then I read a Wall Street Journal piece about a new bluegrass CD, Del McCoury’s It’s Just the Night, which was so interesting that I went right out and bought the album. (I’m a great fan of McCoury’s.) That broke the logjam. Now I’m listening to Fats Waller’s “Baby Brown” on my iBook, soon to be followed by Elgar’s Cockaigne. After that, who knows?


Where there is sound, there is hope.


P.S. The Elgar was way cool. I believe I’ll write a piece about him for Commentary.

TT: Sprung

January 15, 2004 by Terry Teachout

I found the following note in my e-mailbox this morning:

Perverse as it will seem to you, I have always liked jury duty, as a great escape. My last stint began on 9/11, and we were evacuated just in time for me to see the second tower collapse.

I also found the weather forecast for Thursday, printed in capital letters and sounding very much like a message in a fortune cookie: TRAVEL IS STRONGLY DISCOURAGED THIS MORNING. Opening the blinds, I saw five inches of freshly fallen snow. I bundled up, headed downstairs, and started to make my way from the Upper West Side to the courthouse at 111 Centre Street. It was nine a.m., an hour before I was scheduled to report for my second day of jury duty.


No subway line goes directly from my neighborhood to Centre Street, and I didn’t care to walk halfway across town from the Canal Street station to the courthouse in eight-degree weather, so I trudged four blocks north to the nearest bus stop, figuring to take a crosstown bus through Central Park to the Lexington Avenue subway line, board a southbound express train, and change for the local at Fourteenth Street, emerging just two blocks from the courthouse. (If you live anywhere but New York, that itinerary will give you a taste of the travel-related decisions we carless Manhattanites make every day.) On paper, it was a brilliant plan, but it started to break down almost immediately under the pressure of real life, as such plans are wont to do on snowy winter mornings.


The trouble began at the bus stop, where I found a jam-packed crosstown bus that turned away a dozen or so shivering passengers and drove off. It was followed by two empty out-of-service buses, followed in turn by a bus into which the rest of us crammed ourselves. As anyone who has boarded a New York bus at rush hour will know, I use the word “crammed” literally: the last few people who forced themselves through the open door shoved me three-quarters of the way into the lap of a well-dressed woman. The going was slow and got slower, and by the time I reached Lexington Avenue, a half-hour had crawled by, most of which I spent staring at a “Poetry in Motion” placard on which was printed the last stanza of Matthew Arnold’s “Dover Beach,” surely an odd choice for the purpose of diverting bored commuters. I amused myself by imagining ignorant armies clashing by night on the M86 crosstown bus, though it struck me that a line or two from Joseph Conrad might have been even better suited to the occasion. I couldn’t decide whether to opt for “The horror! The horror!” or “Exterminate all the brutes!”


I got off the bus and inched my way down the snow-encrusted stairs to the subway. As I approached the turnstile, I ran into a mob of irate passengers who told me through clenched teeth that the downtown express trains weren’t running. I barely caught the next local, which pulled into my station a half-hour later. From there I slithered atop the icy sidewalks to 111 Centre Street, where I lined up to file through the security checkpoint, then waited 10 minutes for an elevator. I finally reached the jury room at 10:20, just as the clerk started calling the roll.


Much to my surprise, the atmosphere in the waiting room was light–almost festive–and several of the people around me were actually chatting. A pleasant

TT: Professional courtesy

January 15, 2004 by Terry Teachout

The shockingly beautiful Our Girl informs me that


(1) her computer is belching smoke, preventing her from posting, but


(2) she’s got some good stuff in the works, and


(3) you’ll see it as soon as the glue dries.


Also:


(4) She promises to answer her e-mail soon.


So do I, only I’ve been making the same promise for the past couple of weeks.


No doubt OGIC will make good on her promise–she’s that kind of girl. As for me, well, I’m not any kind of girl.

TT: Alas, not by me

January 15, 2004 by Terry Teachout

From Lileks:

In the summer of 1979 I drove around the South as a representative for the seed dealer Northrup King. I took orders for the next season and gathered the racks from the previous season. Had a yellow Hertz van and a farmer tan. Slept in small motels, drank a lot of Nehi. At night sometimes I’d find myself sitting outside watching traffic and smoking a cigarette

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Terry Teachout, who writes this blog, is the drama critic of The Wall Street Journal and the critic-at-large of Commentary. In addition to his Wall Street Journal drama column and his monthly essays … [Read More...]

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About “About Last Night”

This is a blog about the arts in New York City and the rest of America, written by Terry Teachout. Terry is a critic, biographer, playwright, director, librettist, recovering musician, and inveterate blogger. In addition to theater, he writes here and elsewhere about all of the other arts--books, … [Read More...]

About My Plays and Opera Libretti

Billy and Me, my second play, received its world premiere on December 8, 2017, at Palm Beach Dramaworks in West Palm Beach, Fla. Satchmo at the Waldorf, my first play, closed off Broadway at the Westside Theatre on June 29, 2014, after 18 previews and 136 performances. That production was directed … [Read More...]

About My Podcast

Peter Marks, Elisabeth Vincentelli, and I are the panelists on “Three on the Aisle,” a bimonthly podcast from New York about theater in America. … [Read More...]

About My Books

My latest book is Duke: A Life of Duke Ellington, published in 2013 by Gotham Books in the U.S. and the Robson Press in England and now available in paperback. I have also written biographies of Louis Armstrong, George Balanchine, and H.L. Mencken, as well as a volume of my collected essays called A … [Read More...]

The Long Goodbye

To read all three installments of "The Long Goodbye," a multi-part posting about the experience of watching a parent die, go here. … [Read More...]

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