On this evening concert, the Orchestre symphonique de Montréal’s program was a collage-like display of the diverse music that emerged from composers in New York City from 1936 to 1956. This period would have been a rich and eclectic artistic time in the city – Marcel Duchamp and Jackson Pollock presented their works, Jack Kerouac began writing On the Road, Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie played in jazz clubs and John Cage premiered the infamous 4’33”. While works of American composers Bernstein and Barber were on the program, it was Bela Bartók – an immigrant to the US – whose work was front and centre. On the whole, the attitude of the evening was bold, taking the audience in fresh and unexpected directions.
The concert began with Kent Nagano whisking the audience in to the fanfare-like opening of Bernstein’s Candide Overture. With lively marching band vigour, it is the kind of work one could easily imagine being as at home on Broadway as in the concert hall. There are oom-pah bass lines, xylophone doublings and uneven rhythms which all provide an off-kilter energy and a humorous quality. From these light moments arise feel-good, singing melodies in the strings that are warm and full. It was as if the orchestra was a big party band, ready for any and every occasion.
This was followed by Bartók’s Violin Concerto no. 2, a stark contrast from the light-heartedness of the Bernstein. The highly-charged solo was performed by Augustin Dumay, who was billed as one of the greats of the European tradition. As the opening melody rose out of the light harp accompaniment, Dumay’s direction for the work was clear – confident and determined, like a maverick setting foot on wild terrain. The expressive long lines of the violin cried out. Rapid chromatic passages and triple stops were easily executed while maintaining the work’s solemn atmosphere. Dumay also excellently stepped in to the role of the folk violinist in passages which demanded microtones, double and triple-stops and brisk octaves; these passages were defiant statements fitting to the character of the work. The second movement was much lighter and dream-like, beautifully set up by the orchestra. It seemed a more delicate, fragile quality could have benefited the solo at the opening of the movement. However, it wasn’t long until the folk character of the previous movement reappeared. The final movement was complete with rhythmic shots, Bartókian pizzicato and a number of astonishing violin feats that thrust the piece forward right to the end.