Since the pandemic drastically affected everyone’s lives, the New York Philharmonic has been less actively involved in recording new streamed performances than many other great American orchestras. Nevertheless, the organization proposed earlier than others a return to live indoor performance, playing a pair of concerts at The Shed, part of a cycle named “An Audience With…” and meant to “celebrate the irreplaceable, communal experience of a New York audience”. Irrespective of how architecturally stunning The Shed’s flexible McCourt space is, it is not exactly optimal for classical music performances. On Wednesday night, fewer than 150 spectators, admitted after passing through multiple checkpoints, had to contend with the usual city sounds (including the enthusiastic participants in a SoulCycle class in an open tent nearby), as well as the buzz of the hall’s HVAC system. Each of the two dozen Philharmonic musicians on stage had their own dedicated microphone, leading to a sound which was at times unnatural. Yet, as Esa-Pekka Salonen reaffirmed in his brief introductory statement, “nothing can replace the ritual of a live event”.
Caroline Shaw cites a performance of a Haydn String Quartet (Op.77 no.2) and, specifically, the surprising shift from Minuet to Trio as a direct source of inspiration for her Entr’acte, initially composed for string quartet and later adapted for string orchestra. Harmonies that sound vaguely familiar and somehow uplifting are frequently interrupted by moments of eeriness that take listeners out of their comfort zone. Transitions sliding into dissonances and infused with varied rhythms and textures tend to become permanent, taking the overall ABA structure far from its origins. What seems simple and straightforward proves to be rather complicated in this score, conducted with his trademark elegant and expressive gestures by Salonen. The last bars featured principal cello Carter Brey plucking his instrument as if it would be a lute, the music slowly descending into silence, directionless, asking itself and us “Quo vadis?”