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Last Friday, over lunch with a friend, the discussion turned to ways to make classical music relevant to younger audiences. This hoary topic tends to make conversation spiral around in circles. But I feel that there’s enough happening in the field these days to suggest that composers and musicians are doing what they can to reach out to younger audiences. This great article in the Financial Times by Laura Battle explores the topic in some depth. But in general, arts institutions have been slower to catch on.

Here in San Francisco, there is a modicum of institutional buy-in to the idea that classical music can break free of stuffy concert halls and stiff concert etiquette. The San Francisco Symphony runs its After Hours events in the second tier lobby at Davies Symphony Hall. These are popular with a younger crowd. Museums are starting to get the hang of creating a more free and easy atmosphere for audiences to hear music – yesterday’s blog post about Friday night’s L@TE event at the Berkeley Art Museum provides an example of how institutions are collaborating with musicians to bring new audiences to contemporary classical music.

I would like to see more actual presenters of classical music events range beyond their habits and try new things. Why shouldn’t San Francisco performances, Old First Concerts or Stanford Lively Arts produce cool, adjunct events to accompany their main stage concerts at the usual auditoriums? Logistics notwithstanding, there must be a way to create buzz around all these great artists playing in town by having them perform a low-key, short set perhaps with collaborators from other musical genres like jazz and electronica, dancers or visual artists, in a club or other convivial spot prior to the mainstage concert.

Come on, classical music presenters: let’s get creative.

Thoughts about some stuff I did at the weekend:

1. L@TE at The Berkeley Art Museum: The museum turns out to be the perfect place for a casual evening concert, hobnob over wine or beer and visual art tour. Joan Jeanrenaud’s cello playing was hypnotic. I could have listened to the ex-Kronos Quartet musician growl and purr all night. Ken Ueno’s throat singing went on for slightly too long. I think it makes a better backdrop for strolling the galleries than something to sit and listen to with concentration for 40 minutes. The event was well-attended. Though the acoustic isn’t great at the museum, the central sunken indoor courtyard provides a wonderful natural amphitheatre for performances. A huge undulating orange sculpture provided seating for around 70 people. Some people sat against the wave-like structure; others lay on their backs with their eyes shut. Looking down on lounging concert listeners from one of the museum’s indoor “balconies” was like looking down at a work of art in itself. Spencer Tunick would enjoy composing one of his naked people pictures in this setting I think.

2. Oakland Art Murmur: Every first Friday of the month, downtown Oakland’s art galleries throw open their doors in the evening for prowling and hanging out. The area is usually swarming with hipsters and the air is giddy with the smell of weed and frying hotdog onions. It’s a great place to be. The cold weather on Friday kept things low key this time around though. I turned up at 9.30pm and was sad to see that most of the main gallery spaces had already closed their doors.

3. Reggie Wilson / Fist & Heel Performance Group and Andreya Quamba / Compagnie 1er Temps at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts: The union between Wilson’s troupe, a Brooklyn-based company, and Quamba’s troupe, from Dakar, Senegal, has been three years in the making. The groups’ combined piece, The Good Dance, brought together slow, sultry movements that brought to mind desert plains and burning sun, with the cataclysmic flailings of lives lived in the fast lane. The piece made use of dozens of filled plastic water bottles, which the performers spent a lot of time alternately arranging in careful patterns or knocking over with carefree clumsiness. The piece spoke of cultures nurtured and destroyed. It pulsed with the water of life. And yet at the same time, there was a brittleness at its heart. Though much of the movement, drawing on its African roots, was earth-bound and tribalistic in feel, there was a fragility to some of the choreography. In a final duet between two male dancers, this feeling particularly came to the fore. The piece ended so abruptly, with one dancer walking off and the other stuck still in the middle of the stage, that I felt like something had snapped. It was a curious way to end the work. Perhaps not the most satisfying, but definitely thoughtful.

4. Big Idea Party at YBCA: YBCA’s occasional parties aren’t always galvanizing affairs. People mill around, look at a bit of art, have a drink and go home. But the party on Saturday evening produced in collaboration with the thePeople DJ and artists collective from Oakland was by far the best art institution evening event I’ve ever been too — and that includes a “wear a tiara” night at the Victoria and Albert museum which I attended a few years ago and had held in high esteem for so long. thePeople inspired everyone on the dance floor with music that made it impossible for us to stand still — a great mix of latin and trip-hop-infused electronica and house music. The galleries were full of people who actually seemed to stop and really spend time with the many video art works on display. The campari cocktails and jerk-spiced fish, chicken and veggie tacos were a score. I think what I responded to the most about this event was the combination of watching artists at work and being able to participate. Watching formidable hip-hop dancers on the dancefloor inspired us to move — and we did.

I know rehearsal periods for theatrical productions are tight in this country. Artists manage to pull of incredible feats i four weeks through sheer hard work, talent and caffeine. But I’m getting a little tired of theater companies using preview performances as dress rehearsals.

A dress rehearsal is not a preview performance. There is no audience at a dress rehearsal. The director has the right to stop and start the action at his or her will, though the proceeding should include at least one “as if in front of a live audience” run-through. A preview performance, on the other hand, should be a finished, ready-to-go product. There are paying customers out there who are there to see a show and want to be entertained.

But for some reason, companies often disregard these facts and treat the preview(s) as if they’re just public rehearsals where money has changed hands between the public and the producers. This is not on. There isn’t a grey area between rehearsing and performing. The two are distinct and should be treated that way.

One of the most frustrating things about hosting a radio show which airs from 10 – 11 pm on a Friday night is that you get a lot of disgruntled would-be listeners writing to you to let you know that they’d love to tune in — if only the show weren’t happening at such an awkward time during the week. I’ve been getting several requests a week from people asking about whether it’s possible to hear the show after the fact

I am now happy to report that the public radio station which broadcasts VoiceBox has at last created a “Local Musical Player” for its website which allows listeners to hear the most recent VoiceBox and other KALW programming after the air date. Music rights and restrictions do not allow the station to archive shows for an indefinite period of time, but at least VoiceBox fans can catch each episode for an entire week after it airs. Click here to find the player online.

Happy listening!

I asked the the superb, young Macedonian pianist Simon Trpceski jotted down some thoughts for lies like truth about his world. Mr. Trpceski kindly indulged me with the following…

Whenever I am asked to describe the Republic of Macedonia in a few words, I say that it is:

The land of Alexander the Great
A country with an incredibly picturesque landscape
A land of both deep religion and vibrant culture
Full of tasteful wine and irresistible food…and beautiful women!

What more can one ask for? 🙂

I grew up in Macedonia during the years after the former Yugoslavia was crushed. I come from a very modest family, and grew up during a great transition period for the country. The economy was weakened due to all the turmoil, and it was very hard to get visas for travel, which made performing outside the country a great challenge.

Considering all of these obstacles, I find it miraculous that I was able to get onto the classical music circuit. But of course, I owe that to several strong influences in my life. I was very lucky to have studied piano at the University of St. Cyril and St. Methodius in Skopje with Boris Romanov. The Russian influence he brought to the music school there has had a great impact on how I developed as a player. And the spiritual and psychological support from my family and close friends is still a priceless gift. I know I could not have begun such an exciting musical career without the combination of these support systems.

I am proud to come from such a small, but historically important, country. Macedonia is home to a very lovely nation of people and traditions. Although Macedonians have struggled throughout the country’s history, a high spirit and sense of humor has always survived, which I think contributes to the great creativity in the arts that I see here.

So, whenever you have a chance to come to Macedonia, expect to be immediately welcomed with warm smiles. You will have a chance to walk on roads made of antique stones, visit numerous churches, monasteries and historical theaters, have a glass of fruitful and delicious wine and enjoy irresistible food. (Including my mom’s homemade pie…you can choose either cheese or leek!)

Speaking of which, I should mention that Macedonians love to eat! As a child I use to stuff myself with the fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, apples, peaches, apricots, plums, watermelons and melons from the villages where my parents came from. Of course, I still do that when I am at home! Apart from the great variety of cooked meat, you should also try a special trout from Ohrid Lake, a touristic pearl and the place where the first Slavic university was founded.

Growing up, my family was always singing and dancing – that is a strong part of the social culture at home. The old Macedonian folk songs, which date back many centuries, are full of soul and heart, and growing up with those melodies helped me in expressing the emotions found in classical music. The uneven rhythms of the folk music, and its dancing character, also helped me develop a sense of rhythm that can be applied to classical music as well!

The great heritage of folk music can have an impact on classical music in many ways. I have been working to incorporate the Macedonian folk traditions into playing for several years, and I am planning to continue this on a larger scale in the future because there are several Macedonian composers of different generations, well-educated both at home and abroad, who can combine the folk melodies with classical music in a very sophisticated way. It’s exciting to see these composers using the traditional folk melodies of Macedonia in contemporary classical music, because it can touch many different people. My experience so far says that both the critics and audiences love hearing this combination!

In the end, I hope that through music, I can express my love and pride for Macedonia to others, and show how one small–but in many ways big– country can be a wonderful new place for audiences to discover.

Simon Trpčeski performs Grieg’s Piano Concerto in A minor with the San Francisco Symphony and conductor Vasily Petrenko April 1-3, 2010. Future performances include those with the Los Angeles Philharmonic and the symphonies of Houston, Milwaukee, Montreal and Atlanta, among others.

Chanticleer’s first National Youth Choral Festival drew to a close last night with a concert featuring some 400 high school students from around the country, the members of Chanticleer and guest mezzo-soprano Frederica von Stade.

From a musical perspective, it was a delightful and galvanizing event in many respects. The enormous chorus led by Chanticleer music director Matt Oltman brought feeling and energy to such cannonical masterworks as William Byrd’s “Ave Verum Corpus” and arrangements of well-known songs like “Shenandoah”. The only programmatic blip was the inclusion of “Annonciation” a dirge-like and academic 20th century choral work in the wannabe-Messiaen mode by the French composer Daniel-Lesur.

The strangest thing about the concert, however, was a 20-minute speech given by Ben Johns, Chanticleer’s dynamic director of education. Johns had clearly put a lot of work into making the five-day festival happen. Perhaps the workload was finally taking its toll on him. For the speech he gave in the middle of the concert was at best rambling and at worst irrelevant. As I sat there listening to Johns bang on about how almost every digital gizmo, IT office program and online tool known to mankind, from Twitter to spreadsheets to Skype, had helped to pull the festival together, I found myself getting more and more irritated. Was the festival being sponsored by Facebook or Apple? Who was the speech aimed at? And why mention fax machines (technological dinosaurs at this point) at least three times?

Still, the idea of having audience members turn on their cellphones and take photographs of all the singers on stage at the end of the speech was a sweet touch. Chanticleer is very jealous of its image and normally forbids photography and recording of any kind. But being able to snap a shot and email it on to friends and family spread some warmth around the auditorium. I sent a picture (above) to a friend who was supposed to attend the concert but had to back out at the last minute. She texted me back, pleased.

I have a friend who’s nuts about shape note singing. For anyone unfamiliar with this powerful yet not widely known and often misunderstood form of music, you can find out all about it here, at the Fasola website. It’s a uniquely American form of a cappella singing which developed in the south. Also known as “Sacred Harp” singing (though it’s an a cappella format and there are no harps or other instruments involved), shape note singing is a non-denominational community musical event which emphasizes participation over performance. According to one description, I found online, singers sit facing inward in a hollow square. Each individual is invited to take a turn “leading,” i.e. standing in the center, selecting a song, and beating time with the hand. The group sings from The Sacred Harp, an oblong songbook first published in 1844 by B.F. White and E. J. King. The music is printed in “patent notes,” wherein the shape of the note head indicates the syllables FA , SOL , LA , and MI . The repertory includes psalm tunes, fuging tunes, odes and anthems by the first American composers (1770-1810), and also settings of folk songs and revival hymns (1810-1860). The current 1991 Edition contains many songs in these styles by living composers.

Last night, my friend opened The Sacred Harp and I had a go at singing a few of the tunes with him. Following the notation was pretty easy, though I think it would be easier if I learned the actual shape notation of circular, oblong, triangular and square notes rather than read the lines as I would while sight-singing through a manuscript in standard notation. What threw me off mostly was the fact that the words for the verses are only written underneath one vocal line, which means your eyes have to dart backwards and forwards to sing the corresponding words to the right notes. Once you get familiar with the tunes though, this ceases to be a problem, I guess.

Even with only two of the four parts covered in the songs, I felt the music to be very powerful. I want to sing more of this stuff. Apparently, shape note singing is experiencing a bit of a resurgence these days, partly kicked off by the Hollywood movie Cold Mountain, which featured some shape note music in the soundtrack.

I’ll be checking out the 6th Annual Golden Gate Sacred Harp Singing convention on April 24 in Berkeley. Information about the all-day event can be found here.

I finally got around to viewing the performance of Eric Whitacre’s “Lux Aurumque,” a work which the composer created for his Virtual Choir, a sort of hybrid between a live performance by a choir standing together in one room and one involving people singing from many different locales via Internet hookup.

The conductor brought together 185 singers from 12 countries. Each of the singers was recorded separately but conducted by Whitacre via a YouTube video. You can read about Whitacre’s process and instructions (which he posted on the Web last July) here. For the final performance, Whitacre brought all the different video tracks of the choristers singing together. The result can be seen here.

I admire Whitacre’s experiments in technology. This one is particularly exciting because it attempts to bring the polish of a live performance to the virtual format. Many other virtual choir experiments which feature a conductor leading a remote ensemble in real-time often sound ragged because of time-delays on Internet connections and the like. Because the singers in “Lux Aurumque” had all followed the conductor carefully in advance of the performance to create a video of them singing their part, the rendering of the music when all the voices were brought together was more accurate.

But while it’s fun to watch the video of Whitacre on screen in a black t-shirt conducting 185 computer screens each with a chorister’s face on it, the performance is far from perfect. In fact it sounds very canned and artificial. With its atmospheric, drawn-out lines and movie soundtrack-like feel, Whitacre’s choral music lends itself more to electronic rendering than the work of other composers. But as parsed through so many screens, it lacked the warmth and communication of a live performance.

Still, I hope the composer continues with these experiments. Even if the music still has a long way to go before it approximates a true choral sound, there’s something captivating about the idea behind the projects. And from a visual standpoint, the sight of lots of people singing together is gorgeous – the canvas of faces is bright and kinetic. It wouldn’t look out of place as an installation on the walls of an art gallery.

If nothing else, it’s fun to think about all those singers dotted around the world, turning on their webcams, singing in time with Whitacre’s beat, recording themselves and then appearing on screen with their colleagues from many different lands in almost perfect unison. There’s a sort of poetry to this achievement.

Last week, while preparing to write my weekly column for the New York Times about San Francisco Ballet’s production of John Neumeier’s The Little Mermaid, I watched a DVD of a recent performance of the work which had been recorded at the Hamburg Ballet last November.

The Ballet’s press office was kind to let me have access to the recording. I couldn’t really have done my piece without seeing what the ballet was like, my deadline preceded the ballet’s opening so I couldn’t view an actual performance and Mr. Neumeier would not let me attend a rehearsal. So the DVD was the best available resource under the circumstances.

Attending a live performances is of course different to watching a DVD. But I think they can serve as a tool for making certain kinds of analytical/critical comments in a feature article or even a trend/opinion piece — though absolutely not a full-scale review — if the following criterion are met:

1. The critic mentions that he/she viewed a DVD in the article.

2. The critic ascertains from the artist / company how much has changed in the production since the recording was made.

3. The critic refrains from making comments about elements of the DVD (such as cast members’ performances) that do not remain relatively stable from night to night.

4. The quality of the DVD is high.

I was amazed at how similar last night’s performance of The Little Mermaid, which I saw at the War Memorial Opera House with Sarah Van Patten in the title role, was in comparison to the DVD. The quality of the dancing was of course different — Van Patten is a softer, less angular mermaid than the ballerina whom I saw perform the role in the Hamburg DVD. Funnily enough, though, the comments I’d made in my article about the bleakness and darkness of the work turned out to be spot on. Actually, the ballet is probably one of the most depressing works of art I’ve ever seen on the stage. Ballets don’t tend to give people nightmares, but I think this one is capable of doing so.

I don’t mean to encourage people who write about the arts to make judgments about work based on secondary materials. All I’m saying is that as recording techniques improve, digital recordings can provide an excellent resource to journalists on deadline. You just have to be a bit careful about how you use them.

Everyone knows the Russians can teach the U.S. a thing or two about playing the music of Rachmaninoff, Borodin, Mussorgsky, Shostakovitch and co. That’s why audiences in this country flock in droves to hear groups like the Mariinsky Orchestra led by Valery Gergiev (pictured). At Davies Symphony Hall last night, the orchestra, conductor and soloist Denis Matsuev blew the lid off Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 3 in D minor and Shostakovich’s Symphony No. 15 in A Major. The music raged with tears and laughter and sweat and sweetness. Matsuev’s fingers flickered like flames on the keyboard. The music grabbed me by the lapels and threw me to the floor. It constantly amazes me how someone who looks as disheveled as Gergiev, who conducts without a podium and with twitching fingers like he has a nervous disorder in his hands, can eke such precision and authority from a symphony.

What’s perhaps less obvious is how the Mariinsky orchestra can also teach us a thing or two about presentation. One thing that impressed me at last night’s concert was how terrific all the players looked. I’m talking specifically about the female instrumentalists, as the men in most orchestras in the U.S. tend to wear penguin suits. In this country, though, women frequently schlep around on stage in ill-fitting black slacks and button down shirts with their hair all unkempt. They very rarely look as dapper as the men in the orchestra. But the Mariinsky’s women dressed like soloists in beautiful black gowns. For once it was nice to see an orchestra where both sexes looked equally well groomed. I also appreciated the way in which the players all filed in together at the start of the concert. Here in San Francisco, orchestra members usually amble on stage whenever they like before a concert begins. The effect is rather ramshackle and unprofessional-looking.

I’m all for making things less starchy and informal. But there’s something about a sense of occasion which many American cities — and San Francisco in particular — unfortunately often lacks.

One of the many challenges facing performing arts presenters is figuring out seating plans. With audiences for some artforms such as dance typically booking up to see performances very late — sometimes on the day of performance — trying to work out how much to charge for tickets and how best to fill up premium seats is no easy matter for producers. Mathematicians could spend years working out algorithms to help arts organizations predict how to manage their houses and still the problem wouldn’t be solved.

I was reminded of this issue a couple of nights ago when I met a friend for drinks before going to see Chanticleer perform a concert at the Conservatory of Music in San Francisco. My friend, who had a complementary ticket to see the performance on account of personal ties to the group, said that she would have to leave our drinks session early and head over to the box office to claim her ticket. She had been told that her ticket would be sold off if she arrived later than 7.45pm. My friend said that this ticket crunch was happening as a result of the fact that a huge group of visiting singers would be in the house that night, leading to a potential scramble at the box office.

By the time the performance started, however, the alleged crunch never materialized. There were dozens of open seats in the orchestra section. And for some reason, the cheaper balcony area was completely full.

I’m not quite sure what happened at the box office. Perhaps fewer visiting singers turned up than was planned. Or maybe the recession priced many people out of the orchestra and into the balcony. But it would have made much more sense for the orchestra seats to have been filled, even at a lower rate, than start the performance with such gaping holes in the auditorium. Why didn’t the house managers invite the balcony crowd down to the orchestra? Also, threatening to sell off comp tickets to audience members who don’t show up by a certain time doesn’t exactly ingratiate an organization to its closest fans when the house isn’t remotely full.

I hear that some innovative ideas are starting to emerge about how to manage to tricky problem of seating to cope with evolving ticket-buying habits. One idea is to have “dynamic seating” where seats in a certain part of an auditorium are sold according to the law of supply and demand — ie, if a show is selling fast, the prices of the tickets go up and vise-versa. Another idea is for presenters to tailor prices to reflect certain kinds of performances. For example, in a piano recital, tickets would be more expensive on the more desirable keyboard-side of the house, because people like to watch the pianist’s fingers on the keyboard. Seats in a normally-viewed-as-premium seating area of the orchestra which don’t have a view of the keyboard would therefore be cheaper.

P.S. The concert itself was mostly wonderful. I could have done without the overly-fast tempo employed during Janequin’s “La Guerre”. Chanticleer made this musical ode to the tumult of warfare sound like a drinking song. But I especially loved the way in which the singers moved between three different liturgical pieces in the second part of the program – two settings of “Veni sponsa Christi” (a plainchant version and one by Palestrina) followed by the 20th century composer Jean Yves Daniel-Lesur’s “Epithalame” from Le Cantique des Cantiques. Although the three pieces were written in entirely different styles and at different times in history, the group managed to find the thread connecting all three. The singers created a seamless unbroken thread of sound that was as thrilling as it was meditative.

I dropped in on the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art’s “Now Playing” happenings, which the museum is presenting on thursday evenings in honor of its 75th anniversary. Evening programing at museums is all the rage at the moment — seems like almost every major institution around here from the Berkeley Art Museum to the Exploratorium is offering some sort of adult-oriented happening regularly.

I didn’t have much time, so I mostly skirted around the building to see what was going on. Besides the galleries themselves, the main cultural offerings were the screening of “Long Play: Bruce Conner and the Singles Collection” and a performance by the Los Angeles-based art band My Barbarian. People seemed particularly interested in the various free and for-pay food and drinks available at the museum. Up on the roof terrace, there was charcuterie and wine to be had. Various local purveyors of gourmet offerings had also set up shop on the ground floor. But the galleries seemed rather empty to me. Perhaps most attendees had come to see and be seen — there were a lot of beautiful people around. In a sense, they were the artwork last night.