Itโs not over โtil itโs over. Even late in the festival, our nonpareil performers keep coming up with musically ravishing โ and emotionally devastating โ material. And so it was at Fridayโs next-to-last Chamber program.
โWe have an especially amazing program for you today,โ said director Geoff Nuttall, as he came onstage at the Dock Street Theatre, โmainly โcause Iโm not playing.โ First up was a marvel of Baroque-era violin wizardry, courtesy of Heinrich Ignatz von Biber. Geoff introduced the music in his inimitable way, describing the violin sonata we were about to hear as โreally messed-up bluegrass fiddling from 1680.โ He went on to describe how the music would build up in an increasingly crazed manner to an โabsolutely insaneโ climax. Then he introduced us to the players: โmad violinistโ Daniel Phillips, backed up by the basso continuo team of cellist Alisa Weilerstein and Pedja Musijevic at the harpsichord.
And Geoff was not kidding. Danny tore into the piece like a house on fire, and somehow the fire kept building through the musicโs 10-minute course. Just when it seemed he couldnโt go any faster, he did, peppering his playing with all kinds of flashy virtuosic tricks that Biber โ himself a renowned violin master โ enriched his era with. Iโve experienced this remarkable music before on CD, but I wonder if Iโve ever heard more seemingly reckless, right-on-the-edge fiddling than we got here. Whew!
โHow much fun was that?” cried Geoff as he returned after our thundering ovation. Then he reverted to his self-proclaimed role earlier in the festival as โchief evangelistโ for the music of Josef Haydn. He proceeded โ voice dripping reverence and awe โ to point out some of the witty attention-getting devices the old master built into his Trio in G Major, No. 15. Then he introduced us to his musicians: Flute sorceress Tara Helen OโConnor, with Alisa back on cello, and Pedja returned as well, but this time at the piano (heโs equally adept on harpsichord and piano). The witty opening Allegro gave way to a sprightly and conversational Andante before the final Rondo ended the piece in a fit of pure and playful joy, with the flute and piano romping together in perfect synch. Absolutely delightful.
But the best was yet to come. Geoff described the โRachโ addiction of his youth as he introduced the programโs final number: Sergei Rachmaninoffโs luminous and ultra-passionate Cello Sonata, Op. 19. Doing the honors was Alisa Weilerstein, the morningโs pretty (and profound) workhorse. Joining her was the phenomenal young Israeli pianist Inon Barnatan (whom I interviewed later in the day โ watch for the blog post). Like Iโve already told you, this pair performs together often in New York, and it showed. For what followed was one of my most unfathomably magical musical moments โฆ ever.
I wonโt even attempt to attempt to break down the movements for you, as I was totally swept up in the moment. But this piece had it all: smoldering passion, nervously skittering passages, slow and stately radiance, gripping drama and crushing emotion. Iโve never been through anything quite like it. It kept me in helpless, intermittent tears from start to finish (I canโt even write about it with dry eyes). Glancing around the Theatre (when I could still see), the young Italian pianist who got my spare ticket (heโs played the piece) sat next to me, holding his head in trembling hands โฆ a lady in the front row was rocking gently back and forth, hanky pressed to her mouth โฆ and glistening cheeks over open-mouthed wonder were everywhere in evidence.
Alisa and Inon made for one of those absolutely stupendous, perfectly matched musical teams, playing with absolutely faultless technique, exquisite phrasing, and startling dynamic contrast. And most importantly, their sweet souls were in perfect accord. This was truly one of the supreme musical experiences of a lifetime and I wonder if Iโll ever get over it. Moments like this are what make life worth living.
Now letโs see if todayโs final program XI can top that.ย ย ย ย ย


