Ned Rorem, the teacher/mentor 
                of Jennifer Higdon says: ‘If I had to 
                name twelve important American composers 
                today, four of them would be women - 
                and Jennifer Higdon is the best of them.’ 
                High praise for this Atlanta-born but 
                Philadelphia-based musician. 
              
 
              
Her instrument is the 
                flute and, on the evidence of this disc, 
                she thinks in terms of melody and colour 
                rather than thematic interplay. This 
                much is confirmed by the vaunting and 
                leaping exuberance of the first movement 
                of her Concerto for Orchestra, a work 
                premiered in Philadelphia where she 
                is on the Faculty of the Curtis Institute. 
                The five movement piece was commissioned 
                for the Philadelphia Orchestra’s centennial 
                in 2002. She seems most at ease where 
                the music is rhythmically active. Voluptuous 
                activity is tempered with polyphonic 
                restraint. Unlike Messiaen she does 
                not pile on orchestral lines ad infinitum. 
                As a result her writing achieves richness 
                without muddying clarity. She writes 
                in a tonal language allied to that of 
                Bartók and early-mid Tippett. 
                There are none of the wilder extremes 
                of Penderecki still less of the fractioning 
                processes of George Crumb - another 
                of her teachers. That said, there is 
                a Crumb-like passage in the delicate 
                web at the start of both the third and 
                fourth movements. The long third movement 
                - a keystone to the rest of the arched 
                structure - is meditative, prayerful, 
                sorrow hinted at not indulged. It develops 
                momentum, wings and uproar - for a few 
                moments pounding out an insistent rhythm 
                typical of William Schuman and then 
                fading down to a light-suffused Tippett-like 
                meditation. From this yearning sunrise 
                emerges a tramping rhythmic passage 
                of a monolithic Harris-like power. Not 
                once does Higdon let go of a sense of 
                forward movement. The percussion-dominated 
                fragmentation of the fourth movement 
                failed to convince me but the return 
                of the tumbling and turning activity 
                of the finale returns us to magnetic 
                north. It is satisfyingly exciting evincing 
                a rhythmic flair seemingly learnt from 
                Harris and Schuman. 
              
 
              
Higdon's Cityscape 
                is in three movements: Skyline; 
                River sings a song to trees; 
                Peachtree Street. Though born 
                in Brooklyn, the first ten years of 
                her life were spent in Atlanta. City 
                Scape and Peachtree Street are 
                full of rhythmic life like an American 
                echo of Petrushka with infusions 
                of the dynamic Copland (El Salon 
                Mexico). Skyline raises expectations 
                of the dynamic virility of the John 
                Williams score for the opening titles 
                of Towering Inferno. I wondered 
                whether Mr Spano took this movement 
                at quite the speed it should go. I felt 
                the music wanted to accelerate to the 
                headlong rate that Bernstein might have 
                given it. I am sure that the City of 
                Atlanta has an even greater power than 
                this. Or perhaps I have missed the point. 
                The second movement, the longest of 
                the three at 17.39 shivers and shimmers 
                amid the greenery and blossom of the 
                Atlanta linear parks. It is to Higdon's 
                great credit that this movement achieves 
                such beauty transcending the concrete 
                and brick boundaries that hem in the 
                subject of her inspiration. The majesty 
                of the natural world in the city rises 
                in a coursing and completely confident 
                wave of greenery and unrepentant life. 
                The Peachtree Street movement 
                is about dynamism and life again. 
              
 
              
These are world premiere 
                recordings. 
              
 
              
This is an SACD but 
                I have only reviewed the standard non-SACD 
                tracks of this disc. 
              
 
              
Higdon’s music is well 
                worth encountering. Look out for the 
                next CD of her music. 
              
Rob Barnett