Showing posts with label Gustavo Dudamel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gustavo Dudamel. Show all posts

6/4/10

Critic Dispenses with Actually Attending Concert

Dudamel and the Los Angeles Philharmonic recently made a tour of the country and many of the reviews were mixed in their reception of the orchestra, and of their conductor, Gustavo Dudamel. It seems that all critics want to discuss any more is Gustavo Dudamel, apparently even those critics who didn't actually review one of his concerts. But since his midi-chlorian counts are so high, and he is presumably the chosen one, this has caused quite the ruckus in the Arts & Leisure sections of newspapers around the country.

After some Southern California critics defended Dudamel against the attacks, Arthur Kaptainis, of The Montreal Gazette, decided to weigh in on the subject himself.

When west meets east, an orchestra stumbles

And an angel gets his wings?

[Subtitle] Tepid reviews of Los Angeles Philharmonic tour knock Dudamel off the podium as world's hottest conductor

I'm not sure everyone thought he was that hot. I mean he's cute and everything, but he's not Brad Pitt hot.

figure dudamel: Scored an 8.6 on hotornot.com.

It is not official.

Well, not until next month's meeting of the Conductors Hotness Association (CHA), but let's speculate anyway, shall we?

It could not be. But the case at least can be made that Gustavo Dudamel -he of the 29-year-old curly tresses, boundless Venezuelan energy and even more boundless American media attention -is no longer the hottest classical property in the world.

Well, that's not really fair, downtown LA has never been the place of prime real estate like the coasts.

figure more dudamel: Dudamel and his boundless Venezuelan energy.

Not after he led his Los Angeles Philharmonic on an eight-city American tour and got the critical equivalent of a smattering of applause and a slow shuffle to the exits.


They danced towards the exits? Applause and dancing -- sounds like a good concert to me.

So tepid and qualified were the reviews Dudamel collected that a Los Angeles Times media commentator this week devoted a hefty column to an analysis of the reaction.

That article:
On the Media: Are Gustavo Dudamel critics showing their East Coast bias?

East Coast snobbery? Anti-L. A. bias? Hype-machine blowback?


Apparently, the LA Phil are the USC Trojans of major metropolitan symphony orchestras.

The only possibility not given serious consideration is that the concerts (many featuring what commentators described as ill-conceived and sloppily realized performances of Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 6 Pathethique) were, in fact, bad and accurately described as such.

Wait, what concert are you reviewing again?

Not that the blowback and East-Coast-snobbery theories can be discounted.

Sure they can...and I bet you can show us how. Why don't you give it try, just for us? Please?

I am myself an East Coast snob who taught himself a long time ago to view the Los Angeles Philharmonic as a substratospheric orchestra...

See, you're doing fabulously. They orchestra has always sort of sucked. And...


...comprising players who were not necessarily the best in town (those being the musicians employed by the movie industry).


Yeah, but how serious could those musicians be, since they're required to play so many different styles of music. To have many styles as a musician, is really to have no style at all.

Even the rationale usually evoked for giving the L.A. Phil a promotion to the top rung -its stylistic flexibility -can just as easily be used as a stick to beat it with.

Hmmm? Your ideas are intriguing...how would you fault an orchestra for it's ability to play all different kinds of classical music?

To have many styles as an orchestra is to have none.


Of course. That is a problem. Perhaps a committee should be formed to decide what kinds of music the LA Phil is allowed to perform and which kinds would be too stylistically flexible?

But this all a bit abstract, how about some anecdotal hearsay and clearly unbiased opinion?

When the flutist Mathieu Dufour last January chose to join the Chicago Symphony after an extended trial with the Philharmonic, he was quoted by the Chicago Sun-Times as saying the L.A. players "have no tradition there -no tradition of sound and no tradition of working together as a dedicated ensemble."

Ooh, this is a good point. Clearly this sounds like Dudamel's fault to me, seeing as it happened a full 9 months before he took over as musical director.

But of course, on the other hand, Mathieu Dufour is French.

The Frenchman promptly wrote a conciliatory mass email to ex-colleagues claiming he was "grossly misquoted," but it is hard to believe the writer of this interview (Andrew Patner, who stands by it) invented the comment.

So, if Patner's not lying, then Dufour is, right? And now you're now using the evidence of a person you're accusing of lying?

But of course, on the other hand, Mathieu Dufour is French.

Indeed, in another quotation, Dufour returns to the theme by predicting that the Philharmonic players "will have some exciting concerts there for sure as they go along."

That does sound pretty damning.

Also, what does this have to do with Dudamel?

All the same, Dufour claims that "in every rehearsal" he missed "what makes up the Chicago sound: the sense that every member of the CSO knows that you cannot ever go halfway and that every subtle detail is important."


But, to be fair, Dufour is French.

But back to Dudamel and the blowback theory.

Okay, back to Dudamel, who, while no bearing no responsibility for mediocre playing and half-assed approach of the orchestra, is to blame for the exciting, yet flawed performances?

It is true that heavy publicity (peaking with a 60 Minutes spot delicately titled Gustavo the Great) creates a huge target for traditionalists who regard culture, discipline and experience as more useful qualities on the podium than good looks, high voltage and an undefined Latin wow factor.


To be fair, he's also short and chunky.

Of course, Dudamel is more the victim than the author of this excess. He did not choose the nickname "Dude"...

The nickname chose him?

figure the dude: "Fuck sympathy! I don't need your fuckin' sympathy, man, I need my fucking johnson! "

...and probably had limited control over the use of his image.
In any case, the job of the critic is to set aside these irrelevancies and listen closely to the music.

Which is why you've brought them up here, and included unrelated stories about people who never played under Dudamel?

And, exactly how is this evidence supporting your thesis that there is no east coast bias at work in those negative reviews?

Which, by and large, the tour critics did.

And you're basing this opinion on...?

While there was one arguable case of East Coast snobbery -an article in New York Magazine titled Good Enough for Los Angeles -the bulk of the critiques, far from expressions of Schadenfreude, read like strenuous efforts to cooperate with the Dudamel publicity machine and find virtue in concerts that were not, even at the level of basic execution, very good.


Again, which concert did you attend?

And just for those keeping score at home, the way I show it, you've provided zero examples clearing any critic of east coast bias, but have freely admitted your own snobbery, and accused an article in New York Magazine of bias.

So it's...East Coast Snobbery 2, Fair Unbiased Reporting 0.


A revealing comparison can be drawn...

Good, it's about time for a revealing comparison.

...with Yannick Nezet-Seguin, who would probably be recognized (even at the advanced age of 35) as the Hottest Young Conductor in the World if the title had not been conferred by the machine to Dudamel.


figure nezet-seguin: Andy Roddick in his Yannick Nezet-Seguin Halloween costume.

I have never seen a negative review of a YNS live performance outside Montreal.

Let's prove we don't have an east coast bias, by making a comparison to an east coast conductor. Good call.

European critics, with no hype to confirm or contradict, are mostly in raptures.


So, it's not really a good comparison after all, since those European critics are not responding to hype, unlike the east coast critics who reviewed Dudamel, and, as you point out in this very article, have lots of hype to wade through.

With cause: The Rotterdam Philharmonic tour concerts in Montreal and Toronto were interpretively distinctive and technically as good as they could be.

Clearly, this was because they weren't conducted by Dudamel? Or was it because Dufour didn't not play with that orchestra?

Let us hope the producers of 60 Minutes do not notice.

Yes...let's hope...that.

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Overhype is not unknown on the island of Montreal. It has not been so long since Big Brother posters of Kent Nagano peered from every bus stop. Or has it?

I don't know. Presumably you live there...are there posters of Kent Nagano staring at you at every bus stop?


figure nagano: Kent Nagano is watching you.

The Kentster...

Sorry, but "Dude" is a much better nickname.

...next September will enter the last year of a five-year contract.

It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh...

One way of gauging his no-longer-newness is the fact that the month of May was essentially an exercise in self-reflection, even nostalgia, as the conductor returned to Beethoven (he opened his tenure in 2006 at Place des Arts with the Ninth Symphony).

Beethoven? Really? How original for a conductor to associate himself with Beethoven.

On Thursday, he concluded the season with Mahler's Ninth Symphony, the score he led to universal acclaim on his first appearance with the MSO in 1999.


That's nice. I like that symphony too, but what does this have to do with presumed east coast bias against Dudamel?

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Kaptainis' comments may all prove to be valid, but it does seem disingenuous to pass judgement without having seen Dudamel in person yourself. And if he has seen him live, he really should have made that much more clear in the article. Also, some sort of evidence would be nice.

5/13/10

Music Critics' Grudge Match: Kosman v. Scheinin

"I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him." -- Mark Twain

Every so often it's interesting to see how two different critics review the same concert, same performance.

Today we have Richard Scheinin, of the San Jose Mercury News, and the urbane Joshua Kosman, of the San Francisco Chronicle, reviewing the visiting Los Angeles Philharmonic and the insatiable bunch of energy that is Gustavo Dudamel.

So guys, tell me about the concert.

Music review: Gustavo Dudamel bewilders (Joshua Kosman)

First of all, I love this title. It's just so emphatic, yet open-ended.

figure dudamel: Not just a great conductor, he's also a snappy dresser.

It's been less than a year since the 29-year-old Venezuelan wunderkind Gustavo Dudamel took the reins as music director of the Los Angeles Philharmonic. How's that working out so far?

Interesting question. I'm going to say...splendidly?

Anyone hoping for a definitive answer to that question from this week's concerts in Davies Symphony Hall - and, yes, that includes me - would have come away perplexed.

Ooh...so close. Sounds like the concert left you with a few question marks after Dudamel's performance.

Dudamel and his band offered up a head-spinning mass of puzzlements.

Oh, Joshua...you and your sprightly word play. But the Los Angeles Philharmonic is an orchestra. Orchestra.

figure puzzlements: The concert starts at 8.

Anything to add Mr. Scheinin?

Review: Dudamel and the L.A. Philharmonic deliver a dynamic double bill in Davies Hall (Richard Scheinin)

Gustavo Dudamel is the hottest commodity in classical music — in decades. Yet the 29 year-old conductor isn't a physically imposing figure on the podium. He is short. He is chunky.

Unlike Esa-Pekka who looked like he might rip your arms off at any moment.

figure esa-pekka: A fun day at the beach.

Appearing at Davies Symphony Hall on Monday for the first of two concerts that have been sold out for six months, he didn't look as youthful and bright-eyed as he did on his last visit, two years ago.

So, 8 months with the LA Phil have aged him horribly?

But, whatever, just hand that man a baton.

Great. Good introductions. What's on the concert?

Monday's program - combining John Adams' new California tone poem "City Noir" with Mahler's First Symphony - was a replay of Dudamel's opening night at home back in October.

Sounds like a dandy concert...

Dudamel led his orchestra through works by John Adams and Gustav Mahler,...

Yeah, I know, Kosman just said that.

...repeatedly blowing the lid off classical music niceties.


Take that classical music establishment! Dudamel isn't going to take any of your guff!

How exactly did he do that again?

But anyway, in general, how did Dudamel and the orchestra perform?

In his best moments — and there were many — Dudamel literally seemed to be painting in sound or scraping away surface refinements to expose the raw nerves within the scores.

That sounds painful.

Also, literally?

It got giddy, ravishingly ethereal, rock-band frenzied.

Giddy and rock-band frenzied? A rare combo, but yeah! Rock on, Dudamel!

[I know you can't see it, but I'm do air guitar right now.]


It wasn't perfect. The horns weren't spot-on, and the young conductor — just a few years removed from his career's take-off in Venezuela — sometimes pushed the strings so hard that a richness of sound was sacrificed. But I don't think Dudamel is going for perfection,...

Perfection is vastly overrated.

...or certainly not only for perfection. He seems to sense a composer's original or true intention...

Which are in conflict with perfection? God...just like a conductor to sacrifice the music for the sake of the composer.

...and has both intellect and intuition to retrieve it, concentrating energy through his gestures, willing his players toward his vision of the music.


In any case, sounds like an exhilarating performance. How about it, Mr. Kosman? Exhilarating, yet not perfect for perfection's sake?

There were readings marked by phenomenal power and inventiveness,...

This sounds exhilarating.

...and others dragged down into a morass of ostentatious mannerism.

And this not so much.

"Morass of ostentatious mannerism." Frankly, that sounds like one of Dante's circles of hell.


At times Dudamel and the orchestra seemed utterly in sync, only to turn the page and come to grief on a simple question of ensemble or instrumental balance.

Yeah, Mr. Scheinin sort of hinted at this...but, you know, Dudamel chose instead to focus on the "composer's" intent. Pssh.

The orchestra itself struggled in parts (the brass was particularly unpredictable)...

Ding, ding, ding! I think we have a match.

...while excelling elsewhere (especially the strings).


Apparently you like your strings without a rich sound. It's okay...me, too.

So, it seems like you're both approaching this concert with different expectations. Scheinin wants his socks knocked off, and Kosman wants to know if the LA Phil and Dudamel can thrive after the new car smell wears off.

Both perfectly valid approaches. So, let's talk about the music. Of course we'll skip the Adams "City Noir" since no one cares about new music anyway.

How about the Mahler?

Dudamel seemed so intent on blazing his own individual path that he often left logic and rhetorical directness behind.

Again, I can only blame his desire to follow the composer's intention.

In particular, his tendency to push and pull at the tempo, and his fondness for long silences, often interrupted the musical flow.


Those quirks were most apparent in the Mahler, a performance for which "unorthodox" would be a severe understatement.

Well, that's just how we roll here in the States. Sounds like he's been reading up on becoming a "real" 'Merican.

figure unorthodox: To best serve the LA Phil, Dudamel decides to step down as their conductor.

So, his Mahler was pretty fucked up, huh? Cool.

Let's talk first movment.

In the long first movement of Mahler's Symphony No. 1 in D major, nicknamed "Titan," Dudamel took his time, stretching slow tempos and gauzy textures to the breaking point, almost losing the thread.

Interesting. It sounds like you and Mr. Kosman were picking up on some of the same things in this movement. So, the first movement, was a bit of a mess?

He was that confident — taking risks, poking around, waiting for his point of entry to show itself and then going for it with his players: Boom!


Or not...I guess you like your Mahler fucked up. Me too!

How 'bout Debbie Downer over here?

I was intrigued, if not wholly convinced, by his maverick approach to the main theme of the first movement, replacing the usual hiking tread with a lighter-than-air fairy ballet.

So, it's not all bad. Tempos were crazy, but they seemed to have added some interesting twists to a very famous opening movement.

figure maverick: Come on, Gus, do some of that conducting shit!

And the second movement?

Mahler's Scherzo...

[Quick and pointless aside: I've always thought calling this movement a scherzo is a misnomer. It seems to me to be much more related to earlier symphonic minuet movements than to the scherzo (although, that can be a fine line), especially seeing that the main theme of the movement is an actual 3/4 dance. Just saying.]

...began with wildly ripping and playfully galumphing cellos. One of the front-line players kept trying to tamp down a delighted grin as Dudamel — recovering from a pulled neck muscle, sustained while conducting at Disney last week — stepped back and nudged things along with a little shoulder dance.

Playful, delightful and worthy of a "little shoulder dance". Sound like the second movement I grew up with.

In the second movement, Dudamel replaced the music's jaunty, somewhat rustic, rhythms with fierce stompings out of a monster movie....

"Little shoulder dance" and "fierce stompings out of a monster movie." That's basically the same thing.

What else?

...[I]n the third movement, he thumbed his nose at Mahler's tempo marking ("without dragging").


Short and sweet. But I'm beginning to sense that you're not a fan of this interpretation. It's subtle...but I think it's there.

The third movement, built around a minor-keyed "Frere Jacques," cast an enchanted haze of doom, but also captured the garish boom-chick of a rural klezmer band.

I do think it was Mahler's marking of "without dragging" that always kept this piece from having that dreaded "haze of doom". So, I think you guys are still basically in agreement.

The finale to the concert — part of the San Francisco Symphony's Great Performers Series — began with crashing outbursts, beautifully corrosive, with tempos dramatically slowing and the volume drawing down to whispers. Dudamel gathered them back up into a swarm, more than once, and the performance grew frenetic, even savage, exposing the raging nobility of Mahler's score in a way that's not often heard. Gustavo really gets Gustav.

So despite some earlier reservations and quirky interpretations from the maestro, it seems we had a great show! Who would have doubted?

Sum it up for us, Mr. Kosman.

[T]he finale was a mess: loud, shapeless and overbearing.

Exactly.

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Both are very nice articles, and should be read in their entirety for the exact context of their comments. But I do find it interesting to see how differently two well-informed critics can review the same concert. Of course, they have their unique styles. Kosman with his "head-spinning mass of puzzlements", and Scheinin and his unbridled enthusiasm: Boom!

4/20/10

Boston Herald writer shoots editor in the face, then publishes article.

figure cut and paste: Yeah, I digg it!

Hurricane Gustavo rocks MIT Symphony Orchestra

Can conductors really be compared to hurricanes? He's conducting Mozart and Rimsky-Korsakov's tame Capriccio Espagnol...a hurricane might be stretching the credulity of this hyperbole. This seems more like a low pressure area creating some morning fog and slight chance of rain.

Anywho...

At a time when the Boston Symphony Orchestra’s conductors are ailing or injured,...

Much like a certain Boston area bases ball team...

figure what $13 million buys you: .158/.238/.289

...the energetic Gustavo Dudamel, the toast of Caracas and the current music director of the Gustavo Dudamel conducting, Friday evening at Kresge Auditorium.

Gustavo Dudamel, current music director of the Gustavo Dudamel conducting.

Yep. Got it.

Los Angeles Philharmonic, jetted into town this weekend to scoop up $75,000 and impart his wisdom on student musicians.

I love that you've masculinized the LA Phil. You just don't get enough of that subtle sexism in modern newspapers anymore.


figure subtle sexism: Thank you once again, failblog.

11/19/08

Ursa Major, Minor, and Augmented

We haven’t heard from Anne Midgette in while, so I thought, “What’s she been up to?”

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I. In a Violinist’s Hands, The Masters Come Alive

Think Russian violinist, think high-profile recital debut at the Kennedy Center Concert Hall, and you might think words like soaring, singing, flashy, fireworks.

At least she didn’t say, “bear.” If I had a nickel for every time a critic called a Russian performer a bear...

















...I’d have ten billion-million-thousand-plex dirt-blackened nickels. Ugh. Anyway, thank you Anne for abstaining from the offensive “bear” connotation.

So far, so good.

You probably wouldn't think smoky, subtle, nuanced and understated.

It is said of us islanders, that we take our time to make friends, but when we do it’s for life...

Well, if you love Laphroaig you’ll understand.

But that was how the star violinist Vadim Repin began his overdue Washington recital debut, in the Debussy Violin Sonata, on Saturday afternoon.

To clarify: he began his overdue recital like a scotch whiskey.

Okay. I’m down. This could go places. And, to boot, I like scotch.

Repin slipped into the piece as if the music were a mantle, not a vehicle, something that shaped his appearance, rather than showcasing it.

This makes sense; I like it. But, I must reiterate: The Detritus Review is a no cape zone, period. We will not tolerate the advocacy of capes in any shape or form. Not even as metaphors. They are vulgar, pompous and a waste of the sheep, spiders and baby seals killed to make them.

Still, I want to hear more scotch and/or alcohol metaphors.

The music of the first movement was as soft and raspy and prickling as cigarette smoke: quintessentially Gallic, emphasized by little Satie-like punctuations [by the pianist].

I guess we left the scotch thing behind. (sigh)

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II. From Russia, With Languor

What else ya doin’, Anne?

Valery Gergiev's right hand inhabits a world of its own. Most conductors' hands work independently of each other, but the very fingers of Gergiev's right hand appear to be on separate tracks, pursuing thoughts and ideas within the music that are not necessarily even audible. The hand supplies its own subtext.

That’s very observant, even if it has little to do with the music.

It dances, mesmerizing and odd, like a peculiarly agile crab.

...moving on...

In [Prokofiev’s] "Romeo and Juliet," the playing seesawed between mastery and routine. The winds' entrance with the love theme at one point sounded like a yawn, and the concertmaster, far from embodying the romantic ideals about Russian violinists,

...of Russian violinists?

...played peremptorily in a couple of his solos. Offering a whole act of this piece, rather than the more familiar concert excerpts, is a mixed blessing; you get the dramatic integrity of the work but also fewer highlights and slower pacing.


Now, I’m not sure that this is more Anne or me, but this seems to be a symptom of some kind. Of what? I’m not sure.

Point: Why is it that the journey is no longer the reward? That is, if a work is long and has few climaxes (highlights, memorable tunes; call ’em what you will), why is it often less rewarding than a short piece with lots of memorable doohickeys? Seems to me that many would say that the reward in Beethoven’s music is the journey; the journey rewarded with the coda. In the case of an extended concert version of “Romeo and Juliet,” aren’t you, as an audience member, being given extra context, with which you can appreciate the increasingly sparse highlights a little more?

Even Gergiev's right hand was subdued, by the end, into something approaching conservatism.

...a conservatively agile crab.

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III. ‘The System’s’ Star

If Mozart had been in the hands of a publicist, he might have talked like Gustavo Dudamel.

In English, with a Spanish accent?

The thrillingly gifted 27-year-old conductor is the hottest property in classical music at the moment.

...like a dancing bear, perhaps?
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4/2/08

The Swed Treatment: A Mad Lib

On the bright side, this paints a vivid picture. Only, it’s of a sleezy motel somewhere on the outskirts of Las Vegas.

Rearrange the extracted Mark Swed modifiers into their proper place, if any.

Avid
Dripping-with-color
Drug-induced
Fabulous
Full
Highly charged
In-your-face
Multichannel
Technicolor
Wide screen

After intermission, Berlioz got the _______, _______, _______ Dudamel treatment—a(n) _______, _______ “Symphony Fantastique.” Berlioz portrays _______ dreams and nightmares. Dudamel added _______, _______ and _______ sound in a(n) _______ performance that underscored absolutely everything he could possibly underscore.

Here’s the answer.

Also, apparently, Gustavo Dudamel drips color. Gross.