In 
          three separate concerts, Sarah Chang, David Zinman and James Conlon 
          lifted the level of music making at the Aspen Music Festival several 
          notches this past weekend. Chang contributed stunning performances of 
          Handel, Franck and Dvorak in her chamber music concert on Thursday and, 
          later, of the Bruch violin concerto on Sunday. Zinman demonstrated on 
          Friday that the same orchestra that stumbled through Beethoven's Symphony 
          No. 5 a week earlier could make the Beethoven Symphony No. 4 
          come alive. That would have provided generous enough musical rewards, 
          but Conlon trumped them with a concert performance Sunday of a seldom 
          heard one-act opera by Alexander von Zemlinksy, the turn-of-the-century 
          composer he has taken it upon himself to champion.
        
        All 
          the concerts were in the 2,050-seat Benedict Music Tent.
        
        In 
          Thursday's concert, Chang led an ad-hoc group that included violinist 
          Alexander Kerr (concertmaster of the Concertgebouw), violist Masao Kawasaki, 
          cellist Mark Votapek (a principal with the St. Louis Symphony) and pianist 
          Joseph Kalichstein in a dazzling performance of the Dvorak Piano 
          Quintet in A Major. The first movement got off to a rocky start, 
          but something happened in the second movement with its gently rocking 
          rhythms, that got them on track and everything clicked for the final 
          two movements.
        
        Even 
          better was what Chang and Kalichstein did with the Franck Violin 
          Sonata in A Major. Kalichstein's soft-edged playing and Chang's 
          warm, refined playing made it clear where Debussy and Ravel got their 
          inspirations. I'm usually not a big fan of Kalichstein's, but he won 
          me over with his work with Chang. Votapek also matched Chang flourish 
          for flourish in a 19th-century arrangement for violin and cello of a 
          Passacaglia in G minor by Handel, which opened the concert.
        
        Ever 
          since her debut as a precocious 8-year-old, Chang has displayed eye-popping 
          technique. Until recently, however, I never heard a musical soul behind 
          it. She looks like a fully-grown woman now, in body-hugging evening 
          gowns instead of fluffy prom dresses, and her music has a sensuousness 
          and richness to match. This musical maturity was fully in evidence as 
          she lavished gorgeous tone with long, soaring line and unerring intonation 
          on the Bruch concerto, which opened Sunday's main-event concert with 
          the Aspen Festival Orchestra under Conlon. It was a pleasure to sit 
          back and revel in the sure-handedness of their music making.
        
        Conlon 
          is maybe the best conductor in the world currently without an orchestra 
          to call his own, having left the city of Cologne in 2002 after 13 years 
          (although he is still music director of the Paris Opera and takes over 
          the Chicago Symphony's Ravinia Festival in 2005). He drew extraordinary 
          playing from this orchestra in the semi-staged Tosca July 24, 
          and again here in Zemlinsky's A Florentine Tragedy, a one-act 
          opera based on a posthumous play by Oscar Wilde.
        
        Conlon 
          is clearly fascinated with Zemlinsky, whose personal life intersected 
          with Mahler's, Schoenberg's and that whole Viennese crowd at the turn 
          of the 20th century. Alma Schindler threw him over for Mahler and, Conlon 
          says, Zemlinsky spent the next couple of decades working out the psychological 
          wounds with some terrific music. I'm not sure I see the same level of 
          profundity in Zemlinsky's music that Conlon does, however. The musical 
          language of A Florentine Tragedy sounded to me a lot like the 
          Richard Strauss of Salome (a story also based on a Wilde play) 
          and Elektra, only without the wonderful extended solo scenes 
          and musical set-pieces that make those scores such compelling theater. 
          Most of the interesting stuff goes on in the orchestra, the voices seldom 
          rising beyond a sort of elevated parlando. The cumulative effect 
          whipped up a storm, but I'm not certain that it signified much.
        
        Bass 
          baritone James Johnson brought a solid vocal presence to the cuckolded 
          and eventually triumphant husband in the opera. With Conlon, Johnson 
          has sung Wotan in Paris and the same role in A Florentine Tragedy 
          at La Scala, and his experience shows in the clarity of his vocal portrayal. 
          It's a killer part, covering easily two-thirds of the vocal writing 
          in the 50-minute work, but Johnson never flagged. Tenor Robert Brubaker 
          as the thwarted suitor and soprano Christine Brewer as the unfaithful 
          wife contributed less positively engaged singing.
        
        In 
          the Friday concert with the Aspen Chamber Symphony Zinman, the festival's 
          music director, infused the Beethoven Fourth with all the bubbly 
          energy one could want. He captured all the rhythmic precision and momentum 
          that was missing from Jaime Laredo's leadership of the Fifth 
          only a week earlier. True, the orchestra is made up of orchestra principals 
          and professional soloists in the first chairs, filled out with students, 
          but it's capable of top-shelf music making, as this performance showed.
        
        Zinman 
          opened the Friday concert with Octandre, written for eight musicians 
          by Edgard Varèse in 1923 when he was experimenting with new sounds 
          and unusual forms after his gargantuan Ameriques. It has a certain 
          antique quality for music that still jars the ear, but what it had to 
          do with the rest of the program puzzles me. The Sibelius Violin Concerto, 
          which followed, got plenty of energy from Zinman and the orchestra, 
          but soloist Kyoko Takezawa, playing with admirable refinement, never 
          quite managed the grand gestures that this towering concerto requires. 
          It got a standing ovation anyway.
        
        Fortunately, 
          the Beethoven Fourth brought together everything that might have 
          been missing in the first half, and sent the near-capacity audience 
          home musically fulfilled.
        
        Harvey Steiman
        
        Note: 
          Harvey Steiman will be writing regularly from the Aspen Music Festival 
          through its conclusion in mid August.