Esa-Pekka Salonen, the Los Angeles Philharmonic's Conductor Laureate, did double duty on this week’s series of concerts at Disney Hall, taking the stage as both guest conductor and featured composer. A handful of concerts spanning the end of the weekday and continuing through the weekend turned the spotlight onto Salonen the composer. Three of his concertos are receiving either their West Coast or world premières on these programs, each of which were bookended by music by Heinrich Ignaz von Biber and Beethoven.
It was Salonen’s Cello Concerto, with soloist and dedicatee Yo-Yo Ma, that was first up on the docket this week. A writhing creation somnambulant in mood, sometimes bejweled in tone, it and by extension the program in which it was embedded related a fascinating tale to the listener.
The Finnish-born composer, currently based in the United Kingdom, delivers work of cosmopolitan breadth to American of Chinese descent, who then debuts it in an ethnically diverse city that the composer credits with helping him to “free” his voice. With its textures, with colors that appeared and vanished like the iridescent cresting of waves on a darkly undulating ocean, and its composer’s catholic approach to the rivulets of influences that trickle and sometimes splash into the score – the chirupping woodwinds of Ravel’s Daphnis et Chloé peek in here and there, while Dutilleux and Lutosławski occasionally weave their way through the spidery webs of Latin rhythms that occasionally cast their shadows on this score – the Cello Concerto could be said to be a kind of citizen of the world: fluent in an array of idioms, totally at ease in all of them. “Ni de aquí, ni de allá” (neither from here nor there) as the Spanish adage goes, which cut both ways in the work, at once lending it a bracing energy, but also leaving a curiously anonymous impression.
The work hews to the middle of the road with respect to what audiences expect of “modern” music. It incorporates gestures familiar enough to invite the more timid among them, yet employs enough modernist techniques to tip off the savvy. The result was a score where shafts of shimmering lyric beauty occasionally broke in through a seemingly endless sky of slate gray prosaicness. Yo-Yo Ma evidently lavished great care on the score, delivering a performance of great polish and fiendish technical brilliance.