Concert Review by: Lyn Horton
Venue: Northampton Center for the Arts (Northampton, MA)
February 3, 10, and 17 - Three solo
piano concerts came fast and furiously one week after the other in February to
the Northampton, MA, Center for the Arts. Three distinct approaches to the piano
made the series both educational and memorable, but also pointed out a
characteristic which revealed clarity to the distinction among the three.
Uri Caine was the first of the
three soloists. Here is a pianist who goes explosively and voraciously for the
piano. The marriage between Caine and the piano is noticeably mechanical.
No matter which way you look at it, Caine has incredible keyboard technique.
However, the pianist borrows from so many sources that the nature of his playing
comes across as un-original. Caine maintains a distance from the audience
that renders his performance calculated and cold. When he interprets the music
of other composers, either from the classical or popular repertoire, it is as if
he is psychoanalyzing the music without talking to the composer. Caine’s purpose
seems to be to compact as much music into as little time as possible. The nature
of the composite structure of the music detracts from any kind of inventiveness
on Caine’s part. His improvisation ethic is slight to say the least. Caine
has a hard time finding the expressive extremes on the keyboard. His
predilection for laying out dense, quick non-swinging sets of chordal
progressions presents a flatness of travel similar to a train ride that has no
destination. Strikingly, Caine plays so many notes that their potential
character seems to vanish.
Contrasting Caine, Craig Taborn,
the second soloist in the series, brought to the piano innocence and warmth that
spited the electronics he interjected into his sets of music. It seems obvious
that sound digitalization has impacted his methods of playing. Taborn loves to
repeat a certain group of often extreme sonic structures before switching any
kind of note or rhythmic pattern. Listening to these repetitions is satisfying.
They become a hinge for how the music can disintegrate. Taborn’s improvisation
can be brief; but it is also direct and loaded with a vivid personality.
Sometimes, he plays fluid melodies and relegates himself to a center of the
sound and other times, he imitates the abstractions emanating from the small
electronic device that accompanies him with telegraphic bleeps and high pitch
squeals. His determined pianistic voice can work an artful resonant filigree of
notes into a soundscape that has only a binary set of possible outcomes. Taborn
opens himself up to experimentation and leaves himself vulnerable to the
uncertainty that comes with the territory. In fact, he invites that uncertainty,
which brands his music eventful and without artifice.
To hear Vijay Iyer in the last
slot for the series was a gratifying conclusion. Iyer is a formalist and has a
classical orientation. The uniqueness surrounding his compositions originates in
an extraordinarily deep awareness of processes of musical perception. The
structure of his music is overtly logical. The bass line is important to him. He
moves his left hand infrequently out of this rhythm-keeping chord zone. An
amazingly consistent flow of sensitive rippling lines introduces the body of any
one piece. Any recognizable tunes are buried in strata of note progressions and
sturdy chord repetitions that parse the keyboard. When those recognizable tunes
come out of the ivories, they evolve sporadically and emphatically. Iyer can use
electronics in a pleasing non-intrusive fashion where the sound produced can be
drone-like and become a pulse through which he can play the acoustic keyboard to
provide another rhythmic layer to the musical whole. Iyer also can alter the
roles of electronics and the acoustic piano where the electronics become the
subject and the piano gracefully lifts the importance of the electronics to the
forefront. Iyer’s temperament is calm and his performance straightforward.
His human nature comes out in the small unknowable details that arise through
the accents in his phrasing or in the shifting of keys and rhythm. His music
exhales a beauty that is sculpted and exceedingly well-crafted.
Midway though Iyer’s performance,
a picture of his newborn daughter flashed up on the screen of his laptop,
replacing the moving bar graphs that had beforehand charted decibels of digital
sound. Iyer continued to grace the keyboard with embracing rolling chords as if
he were conversing with the photograph. The poignancy of that moment, apparently
unplanned, sealed the message of the entire concert series. The differences
among the three pianists were so significant that their performances managed to
constitute the fulfillment of an entire set of complementary undertakings. But,
of singular importance, was the way in which the energy of each pianist
interlocked with the energy of the audience. How that happened was
unpredictable, yet, within that one condition, was measured the humanity of each
performer.
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