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                           Gustavo 
                           Dudamel and the Israel Philharmonic Orchestra: 
                           Eyal Ein-Habar (flute), David McFerrin (baritone), 
                           Gustavo Dudamel (conductor), Israel Philharmonic 
                           Orchestra, Carnegie Hall, 16.11.2008 (BH)
                           
                           Bernstein:
                           Halil (1980-1981)
                           Bernstein: 
                           Concerto for Orchestra, "Jubilee Games" (1985-1990)
                           Tchaikovsky: 
                           Symphony No. 4 in F Minor, Op. 36 (1878)
                           
                           
                           I have now heard Gustavo Dudamel live four times, and 
                           after this latest fiesta with the Israel Philharmonic 
                           Orchestra at Carnegie Hall, I'm convinced he is no 
                           fluke.  While it is not fair to place him (yet) among 
                           the all-time greats, and it would be foolish to try 
                           to predict his career course, I feel comfortable 
                           noting that when Dudamel is in the house, the 
                           temperature onstage and off is likely to be high.
                           
                           Leonard Bernstein wrote Halil to commemorate 
                           Yadin Tanenbaum, an Israeli flutist killed in 1973, 
                           and to ramp up the conflicting feelings, used a mix 
                           of tonal and non-tonal elements.  The ensemble veers 
                           back and forth from atonality to an idiom that might 
                           not be out of place in a 1950s film by Douglas Sirk.  
                           Percussion is in the forefront—gongs, timpani and 
                           cymbals—and near the end a melodic fragment recalling
                           West Side Story's "Maria" makes a brief 
                           appearance.  Eyal Ein-Habar, one of the orchestra's 
                           principals, spun out yards of tone, as if breathing 
                           life into the vanished flutist.  This is as good a 
                           time as any to note Dudamel's modesty, here and 
                           throughout the evening: during each curtain call, he 
                           acknowledged the soloist, then members of the 
                           orchestra, then the group as a whole, all while 
                           standing resolutely off the podium with his 
                           colleagues.
                           
                           One of the musicians briefly introduced Bernstein's 
                           Concerto for Orchestra, "Jubilee Games," noting 
                           proudly that he wrote it for this very group.  It 
                           begins with shouts of "sheva!" ("seven" in Hebrew) 
                           seven times, and then "Hamishim!" ("fifty") 
                           celebrating the orchestra's 50th birthday.  The score 
                           is wide-ranging in technique, with some improvisation 
                           and pre-recorded taped sounds.  It ends with what 
                           could be a prayer for peace, and here baritone David 
                           McFerrin was richly expressive, appearing in the back 
                           of the orchestra to sing.  Throughout the score, the 
                           orchestra matched Dudamel's attention to detail, with 
                           some particularly stirring string textures.
                           
                           But the highlight (other than the encores) was a taut 
                           and well-paced Tchaikovsky Fourth Symphony, done 
                           without a score.  At his best, Dudamel has an opera 
                           conductor's instincts for drama, encouraging the 
                           players to hurl themselves into the first movement's 
                           climaxes, including a feverish, window-rattling 
                           ending.  In the second movement, the many eloquent 
                           solos must owe something to Dudamel's body language, 
                           clearly telegraphing instructions without hyperactive 
                           gesticulating.  This became most clear in the third 
                           movement pizzicato, when he lowered his arms 
                           and let tiny head gestures do the job, only lifting 
                           his arms when the winds chimed in.  And in the 
                           finale, the musicians seemed to be completely swept 
                           up in a sonic sandstorm, as Dudamel let the music 
                           course through him.  Near the end, a slight slowing 
                           down only made his subsequent increase in speed even 
                           more dramatic as he and the orchestra roared to the 
                           finish line.
                           
                           The audience went absolutely nuts, in a way accorded 
                           very few conductors today.  After a series of curtain 
                           calls, the sensuous first encore was the "Intermezzo" 
                           from Puccini's Manon Lescaut, sensitively 
                           done, but when the applause resumed, even more 
                           musicians appeared onstage.  Dudamel rushed out once 
                           more, and to the buzz of shaking maracas the group 
                           launched into 
                           Zequinha de
                           
                           Abreu's gleeful
                           Tico-Tico No Fubá.  
                           With the exuberant audience rocking to the beat, I 
                           could only chuckle, watching the Israel Philharmonic 
                           temporarily morphing into a sultry Latin dance band.
                           
                           Bruce Hodges
