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Thursday, February 7th

1 + 1 = infinity

Dmitri Shostakovich (1906-1975), Sonata for Viola (1975); Yuri Bashmet (viola), Ksenia Bashmet (Yuri’s daughter, piano)


This is the last thing Shostakovich composed before he died.

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lagniappe

Here’s another take on the last movement, with a younger Yuri Bashmet and Sviatoslav Richter.

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Saturday, 1/26/13

last night

I heard these guys at the University of Chicago’s Mandel Hall, where the program ranged from Felix Mendelssohn to John Zorn.

Philip Glass, Mishima (1984-85, excerpt); Brooklyn Rider, New York, 2006

Monday, 1/21/13

last night

I went back to Northwestern’s Pick-Staiger Hall—they’re in the midst of a Winter Chamber Music Festival—where I heard this string quartet, along with this clarinetist, play this piece.

Aaron Jay Kernis (1960-), Perpetual Chaconne (2012); Calder Quartet with John Bruce Yeh (clarinet), 2012

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lagniappe

musical thoughts

When we go out to hear live music, we realize, again, something that seldom occurs to us when we listen at home: the world, in its messy unpredictability, its insistent particularity, is way more interesting than we are.

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the music of words

Martin Luther King, Jr., Shreveport, La. (Galilee Baptist Church), 1958

Saturday, 1/19/13

last night

I heard these folks at Northwestern University’s Pick-Staiger Concert Hall, where they played another piece by this composer (Last Round), a MacArthur “genius” grant recipient.

Osvaldo Golijov, Tenebrae; A Far Cry, Boston, 2011

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lagniappe

Here’s another take (four players, no conversation).

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musical thoughts

Nobody sits down and thinks, “I’m going to create some classical music.”

Wednesday, 1/16/13

Toru Takemitsu (1930-1996), And then I knew ’twas wind (1992)
Aureole Trio, New Hampshire (Monadnock Music), 2011

My life sometimes seems to consist of a series of trips, back and forth, between the sublime and the wretched. Yesterday afternoon, for instance, I stumbled upon this—a piece I’d never heard before—during a break from work. What was I working on? An oral argument I’ll be presenting this morning before a three-judge panel of the federal court of appeals in Chicago, on behalf of a guy, now in his mid-50s, who spends each day, as he has for decades, in a cell about 45 miles southwest of the city, where he’s serving a sentence of “natural life.”

Tuesday, 11/27/12

Some instruments seem made for certain seasons. Take the viola: it seems most at home when days are getting shorter, shadows longer, nights colder.

Sofia Gubaidulina (1931-), Concerto for Viola and Orchestra (1996)
Yuri Bashmet (viola), WDR Symphony Orchestra Cologne (Semyon Bychkov, cond.)

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lagniappe

musical thoughts

I am a religious Russian Orthodox person and I understand religion in the literal meaning of the word, as re-ligio, that is to say the restoration of connections, the restoration of the legato of life. There is no more serious task for music than this.

Sofia Gubaidulina

Thursday, 11/1/12

Forget harps—my heaven’s full of string quartets.

Franz Schubert, String Quartet No. 14 in D minor (“Death and the Maiden,” 1824), excerpt (mvt. 2), Takacs Quartet, live, Scotland (outside Edinburgh), 1998

Thursday, 10/18/12

 fasten your seatbelt

Here’s another take on a piece we listened to the other day.

Alfred Schnittke (1934-98), Concerto Grosso No. 1 (excerpt); A Far Cry with guests Nelson Lee (violin), Meg Freivogel (violin), and Andrus Masden (harpsichord, prepared piano); live, Boston, 2009

(This entire performance can be heard here.)

Thursday, 10/11/12

Alfred Schnittke (1934-98), Concerto Grosso No. 1, live, Russia, 2004
Kremerata Baltica (Gidon Kremer & Tatiana Grindenko, violins)

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lagniappe

musical thoughts

What do we want from music—a mirror or a window?

Saturday, 9/15/12

riveting

Anton Bruckner (1824-96), Symphony No. 5 in B flat major; Berlin Philharmonic (Wilhelm Furtwangler, cond.), live, Berlin, 1942

(Yeah, I realize this performance took place in Nazi Germany during World War II and, no, I don’t have anything profound, or even interesting, to say about how such beauty and such horror could coexist.)