Mid-century America saw a bountiful flowering of homegrown music in an effort to establish a distinctly American voice in music, and a quest for the symphonic equivalent of the Great American Novel. Much of the music has since regrettably fallen out of vogue, so it was a pleasant surprise to see Leonard Bernstein’s Symphony no. 2 appear on Tuesday night’s CSO program at Ravinia, in a summer of otherwise largely uninspired programming. By coincidence, this week has become something of a renaissance of the American symphony in Chicago as the following evening concertgoers in Millennium Park were afforded the opportunity to hear the Grant Park Orchestra in symphonies of Roy Harris and Walter Piston.
Titled The Age of Anxiety after its inspiration in W.H. Auden’s poem of the same title, Bernstein’s second symphony features a daunting part for solo piano, given a bracing account by Misha Dichter. The symphony is conceived in two halves, each further divided into three sections, mirroring the structure of the source text (and indeed, none of Bernstein’s three symphonies bear much resemblance to the standard form of the genre). Nonetheless, Bernstein’s work is more loosely evocative than directly programmatic, and one need not have mastered Auden’s often turgid language to make sense of the symphony.
“The Prologue” initiates the piece with a clarinet duet, strained and pained, although the desired effect was largely marred by the deafening buzz of Ravinia’s resident cicada population who apparently aren’t well-versed in concert etiquette – a sacrifice one must make in hearing music al fresco. The piano made its first entrance in “The Seven Ages”, itself a set of seven variations, with Dichter playing from a score so heavily marked and tattered one wondered how it was legible. The variations contravene tradition in that they eschew a common theme and instead build off an element of the previous, creating an anxious state of flux. The second variation introduced a more animated gesture that would recur; the seventh was striking in its return of the opening clarinet theme, descending octaves in the harps, and the piano distilled to a single note line.
“The Seven Stages” comprised a further set of seven variations, launched by a broad theme in the strings. The ensuing variation morphed matters into a grotesque waltz, eventually leading to cataclysmic climax. “The Dirge” opened Part II, with the piano introducing a 12-tone row before unashamedly enveloping in what Bernstein himself called a Brahmsian romanticism in this music of striking contrast. An even more garish contrast was to be found in “The Masque”, its jazzy rhythms and good humor seemingly so out of place. Dichter’s speedy fingers played with a wonderful abandon, augmented by a colorful percussion battery including xylophone and temple blocks.