"I like the ponytail,"
said my companion, as the conductor walked out on the
stage of Carnegie Hall. And, yes, Dennis Russell Davies, music director of the American Composers Orchestra, draws his graying hair back in a discreet little twist, more hip than classical. And Mr. Davies wasn't the only nonclassical sight that afternoon. He was sharing the spotlight with two decidedly nonclassical soloists, Bill Frisell, who plays an electric guitar, and Joey Baron, a drummer who was wearing a bright green sportshirt, open at the neck. And as if this leap toward popular culture weren't enough, the concert would end with Aporias: Requia for Piano and Orchestra by John Zorn. a composer not identified with mainstream classical styles at all (or, for that matter, with titles as austere as this one). Mr. Zorn became famous 10 years or so ago, when the tiff between orthodox "uptown" and countercultural "downtown" music was raging in New York. Mr. Zorn, who likes advanced jazz and the music you hear in old cartoons, was a downtown brat; the ACO couldn't have been more uptown. But time heals all wounds, and here we were, about to hear something Zornesque in Carnegie Hall. Sadly, though, the afternoon didn't quite pan out. On
paper, Mr. Mackey's Deal seemed ingenious. The
guitarist and the drummer improvise against the orchestra
with some sonic wildcards thrown in -- recordings of a
ringing telephone, a puppy's bark, and the honk of
migrating geese. In practice, the only thing that really
worked was the orchestral reaction to these sounds. Right
at the start, for instance, Mr. Mackey's orchestration
neatly amplified the melancholy purr of the ringing
phone. What didn't work was the relationship of the
orchestra to the pop-culture soloists. When Messrs.
Frisell and Baron played, the scoring didn't sound so
skillful; it left no clarity around them. Nor did the
orchestral music have much to say, even if it sometimes
marched with an easygoing playful lilt. Mr. Frisell, by
contrast, improvised with a languid precise elegance. Mr.
Baron's light, drizzled patter supplied perfect
commentary. I'd rather have listened to the soloists
alone. I found myself retreating from the edge. I wanted
musical satisfaction, and one throwaway piece on the
program was at least comical. This was John Cage's Suite
for Toy Piano, orchestrated by Cage's friend Lou
Harrison. In its original form, the music -- indeed
written for a toy instrument -- is light and tinkly. Mt.
Harrison made it gigantic maybe as an affectionate joke. Wall Street Journal, January 21, 1997 |