The ICE Ensemble truly has become the highlight of the annual Mostly Mozart festival here in New York City. For the final night of their concert series in the Board of Officers’ Room at the Park Avenue Armory, the Ensemble played four works that had been composed or configured specifically for them, from Dai Fujikura’s capricious Minina to Olivier Messiaen’s Chants de terre et de ciel as arranged by Cliff Colnot. The result was a delightful and sparkly evening that showcased the talent, teamwork, and brilliant programming of the Ensemble.
Dai Fujikura, a Japanese composer based in London, wrote his concerto Mina after the birth of his first child: “I wanted to show how rapidly the mood of the music shifts from one mood to another, just as if you were looking at the baby’s face, which can display four expressions in one second.” Minina, the chamber version refashioned for wind quartet and percussion, began with plaintive bass flute notes from Claire Chase as the four others dotted out percussion fragments. This quiet opening – the loudest sound was a cough directed into and resonating through the flute – then tailed off, after which the musicians reached for their wind instruments (except for Nathan Davis on hammered dulcimer) and the music rayed out into a luscious melee of sounds and colors. The flute, oboe, clarinet, and bassoon eventually reached a rhythmic unison as the hammered dulcimer arpeggiated in the background. Throughout the short piece, the sounds were dazzling, original, and energetically-conveyed.
Even more energetic was John Zorn’s Baudelaires for violin, cello, flutes, clarinets, bassoon, guitar, and harpsichord. Conductor David Fulmer led the expanded ensemble through colors that were denser, darker and louder. Efforts by individuals to “seize the spotlight” quickly dissolved (or evolved) into a mélange of wisps, whips, dives, lunges, slashes, and strokes of sound. The colors became murkier before sharpening into a more careful, less frenzied whirlwind, pierced by occasional high notes and accelerating into a decisive upward finish before the final phrase from the harpsichord. The ending was greeted by wild applause. “That sounded like our culture,” I overheard someone say. It certainly did remind one of the clamoring voices of the Internet, or maybe of a New York City subway car.