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            Berlioz, Boito, Heggie, Ambroise Thomas, 
            Offenbach, Copland, Rodgers, and Gershwin:  Gerard 
            Schwarz, cond., Frederica von Stade, mezzo-soprano, Samuel Ramey, 
            bass, Seattle Symphony, Benaroya Hall, Seattle, 13.9.2008 (BJ)
            
            
            
            
            Amid all the hoopla of cocktail parties and pre-concert dinners, the 
            opening night of the season celebrated the tenth anniversary of the 
            Seattle Symphony’s splendid Benaroya Hall, while taking note of the 
            recent announcement that its music director will step down at the 
            end of the 2010-11 season.
            
            Gerard Schwarz, holder of that post since 1985, has been an 
            inspirational leader. Instrumental in the city’s acquisition of its 
            first purpose-built concert hall, he has developed a formerly 
            provincial ensemble into an orchestra that challenges comparison 
            with any in the world, and he has become a vital participant in the 
            community’s artistic life.
            
            Like any inspirational leader–and anyone, for that matter, who 
            stands in front of 100 musicians every week and tells them what to 
            do–he has had not only admirers, like this critic, but detractors 
            too. Readers of this newspaper will not be unaware of the 
            controversies that have shadowed his relations with some orchestra 
            members in recent seasons.
            
            Happily there were no signs of tension at the opening concert. 
            Besides an ovation of unmistakable affection from the audience, it 
            was good to see the musicians, almost to a man and woman, greet the 
            maestro with their applause. Schwarz in his turn accorded solo bows 
            at moments of individual excellence to David Gordon (trumpet), Seth 
            Krimsky (bassoon), and Ko-Ichiro Yamamoto (trombone), but it was the 
            discipline and elan of the whole ensemble that showed just how good 
            this orchestra has become.
            
            Truth to tell, despite the “Symphony” in the name, there was nothing 
            symphonic about this program. Aside from three short orchestral 
            pieces, the evening was given over to vocal music, performed by two 
            singers who have been at the forefront of American musical life for 
            more than three decades.
            
            From the devilries of Berlioz’s Damnation of Faust and 
            Boito’s Mefistofele to the majesty of Copland’s At the 
            River and the charm of favorite duets by Rodgers and Gershwin, 
            Samuel Ramey demonstrated that one of the finest bass voices of our 
            time is still in resplendent estate. Frederica von Stade’s 
            challenges were equally varied: candid beauty, in Copland’s 
            Simple Gifts; eloquence, in Jake Heggie’s Primary colors 
            (a much better song than the same composer’s excessively maudlin 
            Don’t say a word); and sheer exuberance in Ah! Que j’aime les 
            militaires, from Offenbach’s masterpiece of frivolity, The 
            Grand Duchess of Gerolstein. Her voice is less powerful than 
            Ramey’s, but she marshals it beautifully. And the two of them had a 
            ball together in the Old-MacDonald-esque inanities of 
            Copland’s I Bought Me a Cat and the insinuating wit of 
            Rodgers’s People will say we’re in love and Gershwin’s 
            Let’s call the whole thing off.
            
            Among the purely orchestral pieces, the Rákóczi March 
            from Berlioz’s Damnation of Faust, which opened the 
            proceedings, was taken at a judiciously moderate pace–its compulsive 
            tread is too often destabilized in performance by excessive speed.
            An Outdoor Overture, handsomely as it was done, is a 
            relatively banal chip from Aaron Copland’s workbench, but we were 
            also treated to the Waltz from Billy the Kid, which is a 
            different matter entirely.
            
            The ballet, a potent and affecting blend of downhome and streetwise, 
            leavened by tenderness and a touch of cosmic awe, ranks among the 
            finest creations of Copland’s populist phase, and the dreamily 
            atmospheric Waltz stunningly showcased the grace and warmth of the 
            Seattle Symphony’s string choir. Altogether, the evening underlined 
            how hard a task the search committee will face in finding a 
            successor to rival what Schwarz has achieved over the last 
            quarter-century.
            
            
            
            Bernard Jacobson
            
            This review also appeared in the Seattle Times.
            
            
            
            
	
	
			
	
	
              
              
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