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              Mendelssohn, Gabriela 
              Lena Frank, Beethoven: 
              Brentano String Quartet, presented by San Francisco Performances, 
              Herbst Theatre, San Francisco, 5.3.2008 (HS)
              
              
              Gabriela Lena Frank's music reveals a fresh voice, listenable but 
              not afraid to wander into pungency when it's called for, highly 
              rhythmic and atmospheric. At least that's what it sounds like in
              Quijotadas, a five-movement work commissioned by the 
              Brentano Quartet, which played it stylishly Wednesday. That this 
              new music easily held its own on a program with late works by 
              Mendelssohn and Beethoven speaks volumes for this California-born 
              composer.
              
              Frank was born in 1972 across San Francisco Bay in Berkeley, her 
              mother of Peruvian-Chinese heritage, her father a Lithuanian Jew, 
              nice to know because these cultural strands inform her music. She 
              also marks the 20th century composers Alberto Ginastera and Bela 
              Bartók as inspirations; you can hear in her music the Argentinan 
              composer's rhythmic vitality and Iberian roots, the Hungarian's 
              spare voicings and tart harmonies.
              
              The inspiration for this music is Cervantes' Don Quixote, 
              but Frank points out in a composer's note that quijotadas 
              has entered the Spanish language to denote extravagant delusions. 
              Although some of the movements in the quartet make specific 
              references to episodes in the story, you don't need to know that 
              to appreciate the way she adapts traditional musical forms to the 
              emotional content. They are extravagant without being fussy or 
              overly complex.
              A bucolic feeling 
              seeps into the first movement, Alborada, in which first 
              violin Mark Steinberg and second violin Serena Canin engage in a 
              sort of hornpipe duet, pungent with dissonances reminiscent of 
              Bartók's but in an entirely Spanish vein. The second movement, 
              Seguidilla, finds Nina Maria Lee strumming on her cello like a 
              big guitar and violist Misha Amory adding rhythmic flourishes 
              against a florid tune. The third movement, Moto Perpetuo: La 
              Locura de Quijote, builds from a quietly rhythmic start into a 
              tour de force of a climax, and the next, Asturiana: La Cueva, 
              offers spacious harmonies and a yearning melody. The finale, La 
              Danza de Los Arrieros, alternates between violent outbursts 
              and a sense of poignant resignation. It ends on quiet phrases that 
              somehow carry the echoes of the old knight's vestiges of nobility.
              
              It's 25 minutes of beautiful music, and the Brentano clearly 
              enjoys playing it. It also seemed to inspire their most cogent 
              playing of the evening. In contrast, both the Mendelssohn String 
              Quartet in F major, Op. 80, and Beethoven String Quartet in E Flat 
              Major, Op. 127, got clean and thoughtful performances, but neither 
              one raised me out of my seat.
              
              The Mendelssohn's somber tone set up the Don Quixote piece well, 
              and it made a lovely opener. The Brentano lavished graceful 
              playing on this music, even if it missed the wrenching quality it 
              can deliver.
              
              Beethoven fared better. Every detail fell neatly into place, and 
              it was rewarding to sit back and follow the quartet's lead to find 
              something unexpected around Beethoven's corners. The Brentano 
              found real serenity in the slow movement and joy in the finale. 
              Beethoven avoids a big finish here, which puts the onus on the 
              musicians to give us enough of a lift along the way to compensate 
              for that. They got close, if not quite there, and thus the music 
              that lingered in the mind an hour later was Frank's.
              
              
              
              Harvey Steiman
              
              
                                                                                                    
                                    
			
	
	
              
              
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