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OVERALL NOISE RATING: 1 (Clapping between the movements doesn't count. But the NAC photographer in the Circle ought to use a quieter camera.) The Noise Rating Index is a partially-objective measurement of pager and handphone blasts, 9pm and 10pm watch beeps, coughing-during-the-pianissimo-bits, intra-audience conversation and other mind-bogglingly inept noises emitted in the concert hall during actual performance of music. It is measured on a scale of 0 to 5, in increasing annoyance.
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This is the
type of concert which makes you think a bit, especially if you're a regular
local concertgoer. There's the inevitable comparison of a "European" orchestra
against the local one, the premiere of yet another locally commissioned
work versus a couple of classical heavyweights, and whether the ticket prices
at this level are really all that worth it...
One thing which has to be said, though - these Arts Festival events tend
to have somewhat of an aristocratic flavour, what with the hyped-up advertising
campaigns (and higher-than-usual ticket prices) with inexplicably sold-out
houses of the culturally trendy. It's hard to tell what most of them thought
about the opening night's programme of Kelly Tang's adventurous Apocalypso
alongside Chopin's evergreen First Piano Concerto and Tchaikovsky's Fifth.
Perhaps the helpless smattering of applause between the first and second
movements of the Chopin might prove a hint. Hmmm.
"The title Apocalypso couples two words of divergent
meaning to highlight the dual nature of the composition: the frighteningly
tragic ("Apocalypse") and the frivolously comic ("Calypso"). This
duality is implicit in the three surrealistic scenarios described
below, which inspire the music of Apocalypso."
- from Kelly Tang's programme notes
Those familiar with the Holy Scriptures will immediately
associate "apocalypse" with, of course, the Book of Revelation,
the last book of the New Testament wherein the dramatic events of
the end of the world is recorded in the form of a prophecy.
In the original Greek, the word "apocalypse" comes from apo-
from, off + kalyptein to cover, and literally means a prophecy
or a revelation.
On the other hand, "calypso" brings up impressions of a Caribbean
love song, highly improvised and strongly rhythmic. Calypso was,
of course, also a nymph in Homer's Iliad who imprisoned Odysseus
for seven years on her island. (Interestingly, for those old enough
to remember, it was also the title of a song by singer/songwriter
John Denver, from his 1975 album Windsong, which was dedicated
to oceanographer Jacques-Yves Costeau and his eponymous flagship
Calypso.)
On the face of it, if you think this sounds eclectic, you'd be right
- but that's not exactly the whole of it. The modern idiom of the music
is surprisingly accessible and Tang has some good ideas, although the
explicit musical settings of each of the scenarios (as described in the
programme notes) totally eluded me on first hearing.
The front-of-house mysteriously ran out of programme books, so I ended
up listening to the entire programme without the benefit of documentation.
Not that the documentation was much of an improvement over the quality
of the SSO's - on page 5, the Warsaw Philharmonic did not record Gorecki's
Third Symphony for Deutsche Grammophone (it was Philips), nor on page
17, did Romeo stab himself at Juliet's tomb (he drank poison, actually).
In fact, there's already a typo on page 1, and it makes you wonder if
the same people who produce the SSO's programme booklets had a hand in
this.
Back to the music. It doesn't plumb any great depths of emotion. First
impressions upon hearing it brings to mind randomly snatched phrases of
an action movie soundtrack hung upon an avant-garde framework,
despite Tang's disavowal (in interviews elsewhere) of copying the cinematic
idiom. The oversized orchestral palette could have had perhaps more clarity,
too. Subsequent musical development only served to reinforce these impressions
- there was no way to tell from the music that there was supposed to be
an unfolding dramalogue, let alone three separate "movements" - and the
ending, when it arrived, arrived somewhat abruptly (the only tangible
clue being a steadily increasing fortissimo.)
Chopin's First Piano Concerto is much more familiar territory on which
to make comparisons, with veteran Dennis Lee (below right) at the keyboard.
As early as an hour before performance time, Lee was already backstage
warming up and running through his solo part. But this was also his first
time doing Chopin 1 on short notice (two months), and unfortunately, it
showed in performance.
The orchestral tutti started off unimpressively, although it was evident
that the musicians responded very empathically to Kord's direction. Lee's
approach, when he entered, ever so slightly hinted at a lack of familiarity
- even confidence - with the reading of the music. His rubato was not
entirely convincing and the passage-work plebian at times. Even the magical
poetry of the slow movement was nullified by untidy phrasing. Overall,
the most disappointing aspect of it, I think, was a musician of the stature
of Lee reduced to struggling with something that would have benefitted
from more preparation time.
The Warsaw Philharmonic redeemed themselves, to a certain extent, with
Tchaikovsky's Fifth Symphony after the break. The brasses, especially
the trombones and the trumpets, came to the fore with their punctuative
ear-splitting blasts. The woodwinds and strings were slightly less spirited,
and there was a disastrous wobble in the opening horn solo of the second
movement. The latter movements saw a good build-up of emotion and pathos,
with the finale blazing with panache. Again, there was that imperceptible
but nonetheless present sprinkling of Eastern European styling which added
a strong idiomatic flavour - but nothing less impressive than, say, what
the SSO is also capable of.
There have been, to be sure, more memorable orchestral performances
from previous Arts Festivals. The Warsaw Philharmonic are unique in
that they have offered a three-day programme with different works on
each day - rehearsals with local soloists must surely be at a premium.
One wonders if this is the reason for the uneveness of the performance
on day one, and whether the same syndrome would extend to days two and
three. It would have been preferrable to have had a narrower programme
with better music than such a broad offering at poor to mediocre quality.
William Beh does not always like thought-provoking concerts, especially when they're not all nice thoughts.
725: 20.6.2000 ©Benjamin Chee. Readers' CommentsFrom: Kelly Tang (ymktang@nie.edu.sg / Tuesday, June 27, 2000 at 00:59:42) Dear William,  
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