Named for its hometown’s favorite son, the Bruckner Orchester Linz is embarking on a US tour, somewhat ironically offering a repertoire of almost exclusively American music. The tour began on an auspicious note with a Carnegie Hall appearance on the day of Philip Glass’ 80th birthday in a program that included the world premiere of his Eleventh Symphony.
Under the helm of music director Dennis Russell Davies (a native of Toledo, Ohio), the orchestra’s predilection towards American music perhaps shouldn’t come as a surprise and matters opened energetically with Gershwin’s Porgy and Bess, in a suite arranged by Morton Gould. Spanning the continuum of nearly half an hour, Gould’s suite captures the essence of the opera and is very much a product of both composer’s enthusiasm for blurring the boundaries between classical and popular traditions. The boisterous intro exuded glittering Americana before the sultry and languid “Summertime”, very finely given in the strings. The sounds of the muted brass made for a memorable “Bess, You Is My Woman Now”, and the suite was rounded off with a rousing “I’m On My Way”.
The evening’s real discovery was in the solitary piece exported from the orchestra’s home country, Zemlinsky’s Symphonic songs. Nonetheless, this orchestral song cycle fitted with the program’s American themes in that it is comprised of seven settings in German translation of poets of the Harlem Renaissance. Bass-baritone Martin Achrainer’s powerful voice and razor-sharp diction penetrated into the meaning of the often stark poetry. Both singer and conductor seemed visibly ruffled, however, by the audience’s insistence on applause after each song, which did little to service the overarching narrative of the cycle.
It opened with a dark “Lied aus Dixieland”, anchored by the austerity of the bassoons – not a mood one would generally associate with Dixieland, but fitting as per the macabre content of the Langston Hughes poem. Filled with unsettling dissonances, it was Zemlinsky at his most daring, perched on the precipice of tonality. There was a real defiance to “Lied der Baumwollpacker”, while “Totes braunes Mädel” plodding along to an eerie funeral drum. “Übler Bursche” overwhelmed in its dense orchestration, though Achrainer had no issue adequately projecting. “Erkenntnis” was a highlight, beginning in wistful nostalgia only to grow increasingly agitated. Drums brought the “Afrikanischer Tanz” vividly to life, building to a massive crescendo, and the concluding “Arabeske” was firmly in the realm of the grotesque, akin to something that might come from the pen of Mahler.