Lera Auerbach's latest world première, the violin concerto NYx: Fractured Dreams, exists as a breathless stream of thirteen fragmented musical thoughts strung together one after the other. It's the perfect pairing on a program with Mahler's Fourth Symphony, described by Theodor Adorno as "shuffling nonexistent children's songs together" in "a solitary attempt at musical communication with the déjà vu." The New York Philharmonic Orchestra brought both works to the stage at David Geffen Hall last week; their extremely polished rendition of the violin concerto contrasted starkly with their under-rehearsed Mahler interpretation. Ms Auerbach's piece breezed by in an enjoyable 25 minutes, while the Mahler symphony stretched on into an hour of poor intonation and sloppy rhythm. Alan Gilbert, conducting one of his last performances as music director of the Philharmonic, kept the orchestra together for the first two thirds of the concert, but seemed to lose energy and focus at some point during the third movement of the symphony. If momentum had been maintained (and perhaps it will be in future iterations of this program), this would have been a concert not to be missed.
In Ms Auerbach's new work, the warbly timbres of a musical saw cut across tumultuous percussion and strings, with soloist Leonidas Kavakos' elusive violin lines weaving their way through this ethereal patchwork. Before the performance, Ms Auerbach described her compositional process, citing T.S. Eliot as inspiration: "Only through time time is conquered." Ms Auerbach explained that she was fascinated by our perception of time while we sleep. In dreams, time transforms into timelessness; by the same token, form and structure can be built through fragmentation. The concerto perfectly personified Ms Auerbach's conception of fractured time, with recurring strands fading into the ether before getting taken up again, creating a pervasive sensation of simultaneous novelty and déjà vu. The Russian-born composer had explained that New York, the site of the work's composition and première, was the "ultimate city for dreamers"; in its blend of turmoil and whimsy surely any New Yorker could find a strand with which to identify.