My favorite moments in music performance are those when, as a member of the audience, I am able to make a connection to something personal — something musical that relates to something extra-musical, extending a memory or experience into the present space. Because I want music to be meaningful, it doesn’t take much — I am looking and listening for the connection.
Broadly speaking, all music is in perpetual motion. Even a rest is more like a leap from one note to the next rather than a stop, or it serves as potential energy preparing for dynamic sound to come. But there is that special marking in music scores that drives the point home: moto perpetuo.
The perpetual motion of the 20th century — age of the Internet, speed and the bomb; of image and invention, for better or for worst, danced to an accelerated clock, ceaseless, relentless, stopping only on occasion, to catch a breath, to grieve, or for a night’s breeze, a dog’s bark, perhaps the last concert of the 2014 Chautauqua season.
Online employment sites often suggest that last impressions make the best impressions, at least for job seekers who are last in a series of interviews for an open position. If that is true, the Israeli-American conductor Daniel Boico has an inside track among the field of eight vying to grab the Chautauqua Symphony Orchestra’s vacant music director position.
More often than not, Charlotte Ballet (formerly North Carolina Dance Theatre) searches for a celebratory finish to its summer season with a “Shindig” or the saloon-savvy “Western Symphony” or a decidedly “American in Paris.”
Maximiano Valdés led a big-picture evening Thursday in the Amphitheater. He continued his call for an understanding of the cultures of international achievement — a signature element in his work as a musical director for orchestras and workshops around the world.
The Chautauqua Symphony Orchestra again played a mighty range — perhaps more rangy than many Tuesday evenings. The orchestra was impressive.
Depending on whom you ask, Go West!, Chautauqua’s second annual inter-arts collaboration, came together in 500 years, seven months, 12 days or three hours.
North, South, East, West: All points of the compass have allure, but none stirs us from complacency as mercilessly as the last. As Chautauquans know, the theme last week was “The American West.” As we were reminded in the Amphitheater Saturday night, that theme has lost none of its power to lift our spirits and open our minds.
Here is where the artist’s hand meets its surface, as where rubber meets the road.