By David Cleary
THE OUGHT ONE FESTIVAL. A multiple program of 13 new music events. Montpelier, VT. August 25-26th
Combined Concert 1 (Aug. 25th at noon, Bethany Church):
Music by Elaine Thomazi Freitas and Douglas Geers
Ensemble WireWorks (1:30 p.m., Bethany Church): Jennifer Hymer, piano; Georg Hadju, electronics
Combined Concert 4 (3:15 PM, Trinity Church): Music by Dennis Bathory-Kitsz and Jon Appleton
PoJo Guitar Duo (4:45 PM, Christ Church): Music by Mr. Bathory-Kitsz, Larry Polansky and Ron Nagorcka.
Margaret Lancaster (and company) (7:15 pm, Bethany Church): Ms. Lancaster, flutes; Larry Polansky, guitar; Eric Lyon, electronics.
Drew Krause, piano (8:45 PM, Bethany Church)
Combined Concert 3 (Aug. 26, noon, Unitarian Church): Music by Mary Jane Leach, Peggy Madden, Mary Lou Newmark
Combined Concert 2 (Aug. 26, 2001: 1:15 PM, Bethany Church): Beth Anderson and other New Tonalists
Combined Concert 5 (3:00 PM, Trinity Church): Music by John Cage, David Cleary, Matthew Fields, and Daniel Goode
Nurit Tilles, piano (4:45 PM, Bethany Church): Music by Helps, Honegger, Ives, Paccione, Pierson, Ravel, Tansman
Eve Beglarian (7:30 PM, Unitarian Church): With Phil Kline, Margaret Lancaster, Eleanor Sandresky, performers. [Beglarian: Songs from the Book of Days not reviewed]
Kyle Gann (8:30 PM, Trinity Church): Composer-performer
Non Sequitur (9:30 PM, Bethany Church): Music by Clarence Barlow, Eric Lyon, Ned McGowan, Thierry de Mey, Charles Mingus, and Iannis Xenakis
The Ought One Festival is the brainchild of Dennis Bathory-Kitsz and David Gunn, perhaps best known as curators of the Kalvos and Damian New Music Bazaar radio show (accessible weekly in an online format and via airwaves over WGDR-FM radio in central Vermont). While the events given this weekend occurred in four downtown Montpelier venues, a decent bit of the music presented would have nestled comfortably on Downtown New York style programs such as those encountered at the Bang on a Can series. As one might expect from an ambitious undertaking that spotlights a truckload of cutting-edge work, the concerts varied in quality, though there were a significant number of essential presentations. Your reviewer was able to hear thirteen of the thirty-eight offerings, regrettably having to forego live events by the 01 Composers Interactive Ensemble, Beth Anderson, Michael Arnowitt, Joseph Benzola, James Bohn, Joseph Celli/Jin Hi Kim, Manfred Clynes, Ensemble Uh Maybe, Ensemble VCX, Martin Alejandro Fumarola, Beth Griffith, Tom Heasley, Brenda Hutchinson, Brian Johnson, Phil Kline, Elodie Lauten, John Levin/Ill Wind Ensemble, Logos Duo, Loons in the Monastery, Michael Lowenstern, Martha Mooke, Odd Appetite, and Eleanor Sandresky, as well as installations by 17 composers because of time and scheduling constraints.
Three of Saturdays concerts proved to be of particular distinction. Combined Concert 4, one of six such catch-all presentations this weekend, boasted four strong entities. Bathory-Kitszs fine RatGeyser, for MalletKat (an electronic marimba-like instrument) and playback, sports highly varied textures heavy on wild flurries of notes; its structure, a wedge downward which folds back upon itself, is both readily perceivable and cleverly delineated. QUIFF, a solo tape work by Jon Appleton, attractively blends warm organ-like sonorities and gently percolating figures within its haunting, atmospheric overall feela highly alluring listen. The two alto saxophone solos by Keith Moore could not have shown greater contrast. A Feldman-like sparseness suffuses black box, an entry full of special effects, hushed dynamics, and lengthy silences. The earlier hiatus pitch is ebulliently virtuosic, disjunct in line, and generally terraced in dynamics, plowing a most satisfying middle ground between uptown craft and downtown abandon. Both pleased greatly. Percussionist Michael Manion wielded sticks with gusto, while saxophonist Taimur Sullivans performance was a model mix of vigor and control.
Flautist Margaret Lancaster presented an ambitious and exciting evening of music, much of it for amplified flute and tape. Works scored for this combination included Rob Constables Once-a-thon and Paul Rellers In Praise of Buddy Hackett (both busy, snappy selections oozing with style and attitude that would have benefited from judicious use of blue pencil but are otherwise highly worthy), Kaija Saariahos Noa Noa (nervously disjunct and jaggedly atonal with highly understated electronic backing), Eric Lyons Once-a-thon 2: The Kiss of Constable (an able reply of sorts to Constables piece that would have been better suited in a different part of the program), and Paul Steenhuisen's cette obscure clarte qui tombe les etoiles (which manages to impart appealing sinuosity to its busy flute lines, further underscoring them with a stuttering tape accompaniment). Steenhuisens two other selections were very brief; pomme de terre for solo piccolo figuratively spiral-cuts its title potato, producing a bubbly plate full of trills, while the solo tape work, Poland is not yet lost, is a promising idea (distortions on an old recording of that countrys national anthem) that merits further elaboration. Piker by Larry Polansky is a duo for piccolo and electric guitar; the latter provides a droning platform for its active soloist, who plays a tune that first evolves from isolated fragments to frantic swirling lines and then juxtaposes the two extremes. Its sense of direction is as clear as spring water.
Appletons Stop Time and Karlheinz Stockhausens Zugenspitzentanz, solid listens both, ask the soloist to dance as well as play. The latter employs extensive modernist style choreography, while the former requires formidable tap dancing prowessoften provided as rhythmic counterpoint to the taped playback of a just-executed flute line. Lancasters performance was stunning. Her flute playing was most impressive, featuring a keen sense of linear shaping, nimble technique, and substantial tone, even when prancing about the stage or lying flat on her back. And special commendation is due for her accomplished tap-dancing.
Drew Krauses sensitively rendered solo piano recital brought an uptown flavor to the largely downtown feel of the days proceedings. Fences by Stuart Saunders Smith was one of the days highest points, an exercise in East Coast pointillism with roots in Milton Babbitts keyboard style that contains a winsome charm, clarity of line, and supple craftsmanship. Outlining a clear-cut ternary form, it was wonderful to hear. Krauses Spoke Variations is a massive, ambitious selection on the order of Beethovens classic essay upon Diabellis waltz tune. Scalar yet still atonal sounding, it can perhaps be faulted for obsessively slow unfolding and a block-like rhythmic sense, though the works ear for large scale clumping and earnestly genuine emotional feel stamp it as a winner.
The remaining events of the day had positive elements, but proved less essential to varying degrees. Bathory-Kitsz contributed a somewhat less successful piece to the concert given by the electrified PoJo Guitar Duo. His High Birds (Prime), coupling its players with a bird-call based tape playback, proves formally amorphous but exhibits an aggressively personable nature. Kimo Johnsons shape up, shape down, also for this grouping, festoons a hypnotic Joni Mitchell type ostinato guitar riff with clangorous interjections such as glissandi, punctuating verticals, and fragments of melody that often suggest snippets of rock solo breaks. This and ii-v-i for two guitars by Polansky were pleasing enough to experience if a bit shapeless. Polanskys work conjures up a static wall of sound that suggests process kinship without usually employing patterned material, asking the players to tune their guitar strings in microtonal increments as they go along. The solo mandolin closer Prelude by Ron Nagorcka, is brief and charming. Polansky and Johnson performed well.
Two members of Germanys Ensemble WireWorks, Jennifer Hymer on piano and Georg Hadju on electronics, gave a recital of avant-garde music mostly European in origin that contained more misses than hits. The best entities were Sparks for synthesizer and tape by Chris Brown (a brief piece in clear ABA format that suggests what Steve Reich might write for massed glockenspiels) and Tombeau de Messiaen for piano and tape by Jonathan Harvey (which cleverly intercuts and mingles sections of both showy flourish and microtonal embellishment of piano equal temperament). Manfred Stahnkes Malaita for prepared piano and real time electronics is jagged and colorful, painfully slow to unfold, but suitably effective for those with boundless patience. Notes by Vinko Globokar is an extended techniques speak-and-play piece along the lines of Tom Johnsons Failing; regrettably, the text is too dry and matter-of-fact (with overtones of a theoretical treatise) and the spoken material gets swamped when the pianist plays on the keys. Annea Lockwoods prepared piano piece Ear-Walking Woman proves nice to experience when one can in fact hear it, consisting of effects that involve softly scraped, rubbed, and plucked piano strings and altered sounds resulting from placing and rocking bowls, marbles, and other items inside the instrument. This fragile number proves nearly inaudible in a large hall such as the one in which it was given. Sadly, the piano and live electronics entry Zwei Studien by Dieter Schnebel is syllogistic, moves glacially, and lacks coherence. And Hadjus Fingerprints for piano solo, sorry to report, is weak in architecture, melodic appeal, and directional sense. Hymers playing of the disparate keyboards was generally fine, though balances between live instrument and tape were not always optimal.
Combined Concert 1 featured two works each by two composers. The better of these were Turnstile and Enkidu for violin and electronic processing by Douglas Geers. Both exhibit expertly showy fiddle writing and a harmonic language that oscillates from triadic clarity to astringent dissonance; the former was fine, the latter a bit prolix. Violin soloist Maja Gerar was terrific, performing with charismatic flair and rock sure fingers and bow arm. The two Elaine Thomazi Freitas numbers, a falta que ele me faz for berimbau and electronics and Reflect for interactive dancer and electronics, proved imaginative in general concept but tough to listen to. Both suffered from monochromatic timbral palettes, shapeless structure, excessive length, and ear-splitting volume. Christine Towles dancing seemed leaden and stiff, while berimbau player Gregory Beyer coaxed as much variety as possible from an instrument with the melodic range of a major second.
Sundays events ranged from the heights of excellence to the depths of misfortune. The nadir was reached at Combined Concert 2, given over primarily to New Tonalist entries. The best of these was Greg Halls solo piano piece For Graham Fitkin, an earnestly pleasing study in textures that expertly navigates harmonies ranging from Roy Harris-style polytonality to jazzy upper tertian aggregates. Imitations by Robert D. Polansky puts its four violins to work delineating quasi-canonic counterpoint to capable effect. Its sense of form is clear and its mood tellingly soulful. Louis Moyses Introduction, Theme, and Variations for flute and piano, while not a bad listen in some ways, betrays an extremely close kinship to Debussys sound world and suffers from a conception of variations as block entities without an overarching plan.
March Swale, a string quartet by Beth Anderson, can be cited positively for not taking its genre label too closely to heart and indulging in some well-controlled surprises. But regrettably, the piece lacks a certain level of distinction, veering perilously towards a kitch-like feel; perhaps Anderson means a tongue-in-cheek effect here, but your reviewer cannot tell for sure. Nancy Bloomer Deussens Two Pieces for Violin and Piano unfortunately traffic by turns in mushy sentiment and fluffy superficiality, containing chord changes that sometimes sound arbitrary. And sorry to say, Improvisations for solo piano by William Harris proves to be an undistinguished set of style studies.
Moyses work received by far the best performance, featuring excellent playing from flautist Karen Kevra and pianist Paul Orgel. Both Hall and Deussen turned in able keyboard presentations, which came across much better than Harriss diffident pianism. Sadly, the string players here (who will mercifully remain nameless) were decidedly not ready for prime time; slipshod technical execution, sloppy ensemble playing, and atrocious intonation were the rule.
Fortunately, the other concerts proved more satisfying. Combined Concert 3 featured two first-rate selections by electric violinist Mary Lou Newmark. Prayer & Meditation respectively suggests Hebrew cantillation and embellished Gregorian chantgorgeous, weighty, and evocative to experience. 3 on the Green is dandy in golf and, as it turns out, equally fine in the concert hall. Its triumvirate of movements, a rondo alternating pizzicato and arco sections, an entity wedding jazzy and virtuosic touches to plaintive music, and a perpetuum mobile with attitude, is most effective. Both pieces make memorable use of spare electronic enhancement, usually in the form of dense reverb.
4BC by Mary Jane Leach, scored for four bass clarinets (three of which appeared on tape here), manages to discover a great basis sound by asking its instruments to play in the bottom fifth of their range. The resulting combination of fundamental and overtone is beautiful to hear. Unfortunately, Leach basks at extraordinary length in this sonic bath without building a cogent musical entity. Peggy Maddens Echoes of the MistWalker for bass clarinet and tape combines myriad short fragments and a hobgoblin variant on the 3/8 tune from Dukass Sorcerers Apprentice into an uneasy mix. The works relative brevity and attention to textural contrast were appreciated, though. Violinist Newmark and bass clarinetist Steve Klimowski gave strong performances.
Your reviewers Bilbies IV appeared among the offerings on Combined Concert 5; it was wonderfully well played by solo flautist Kevra. A particular highlight of this presentation was another flute solo, Roosters Court Ball by Matthew Fields. Its a fun yet substantial charmer, sizable but never dull, consisting of stylized neo-Baroque dances cast in a harmonic language that mates elements of Prokofiev and Schoenberg without producing a monstrosity. Moyses Pastorale, yet another unaccompanied flute work, is dead-on Impressionist but proves showy and attractive. Jamies Thrush by Daniel Goode is less successful, content to have its solo clarinet line closely echo the taped call of a hermit thrush with minimal elaboration. A presentation of Radio Music by John Cage yielded a roomful of static on a Sunday in this isolated valley townand given that not all four of the radios used were equally capable of producing hall-filling sound, one got even less variety than one might hope. Flautists Kevra and Jackie Martelle were tip-top, clarinetist Goode capable.
Kyle Ganns Custer and Sitting Bull presented the noteworthy Village Voice reviewers solution to the challenge of practical one-man opera. The music, mostly pre-recorded, adheres to just-intonation scalar material; while thoroughly downtown sounding (evoking subtle influences of pop music at times), it also deftly incorporates Native American song and Custers favorite tune, "Garry Owen." The actor plays synthesizer and respectively takes the part of both title personages. Texts, culled from the oral and written musings of these characters, are spoken, not sungderiving performance challenges instead from coordination of speech and taped rhythms. While Custers sketchy staging suggests closer kinship to cantata than opera at times, the piece exudes an earnest ritualistic feel and likeable sympathy for its Sioux protagonist. Overall, its a sturdy, highly enjoyable experience. Ganns performance was both subtle and masterful, handling voice/tape synchronization with deceptive ease.
Nearly half of Nurit Tilless first-rate piano recital consisted of works from the early twentieth century, including a Ravel tribute to Haydn and two pieces entitled Hommage a Ravel by Arthur Honegger and Alexandre Tansman. Robert Helpss composition of the same name, while less directly evocative of the French master, is a gossamer delight built primarily of elaborations around patterned accompaniments.
Paul Pacciones StationsTo Morton Feldman could easily be mistaken for a work by the minimalist iconwhich is to say it handles pitches in the same perfectly effective manner. The two-movement Piano Sonata by Tom Pierson weds neo-process techniques to this older blueprint, doing so in both a heavy, pounding fashion and warm, dreamlike way. Its not a bad listen. Tilless The Kitchen Table and Raw Silk (A Rag) show this pianists fascination with the genre Scott Joplin made famous. The first of these is unpretentious and charming, first-class Gebrauchsmusik, while the latter is an intriguing Chopinesque reinterpretation of the style. Both these and the three splendid inner movements of Charles Ivess Sonata #1 were played from memory. Tilles performed wonderfully well, demonstrating well-grounded technique, a fine ear for color and voicing, and a forthright tone quality that can thunder or whisper with the piano communitys best.
Eve Beglarians presentation was an especial must-hear event. Scheduling conflicts forced this listener to take in only the first half of the concert, a collaboration between this talented artist and Phil Kline. The resulting listen, four Songs from the Bilitis Project for singer/reciter(s), alto flute, synthesizer, minimal percussion, bass guitar, and taped sounds, is a luscious, sensual evocation of love in its many facets: feral, warm, lush, ardentamong the most knowingly sexy music since Debussy and Wagner. Thoroughly downtown in style, it left much else of its kind heard at this festival far behind in quality and effectiveness. Beglarian, Kline, Lancaster, and Sandresky played marvelously.
The finest event encountered at Ought One was its last, given by the Pierrot-plus-percussion sextet Non Sequitur. Nearly all the music presented was top-drawer fine. Plekto, a late piece by Iannis Xenakis, is brief and clever. Here, the piano and percussion rage in clusters and thwacks, disrupting the rest of the ensemble and eventually turning them to the same grouchy manner of speech. Taking the groups name to heart, Eric Lyons two-movement New World Sonatina audaciously shoves sections of klezmer stylings next to uptown dissonant fragmentation, indulges in atonal fiddling gestures, and quotes the Renaissance mass tonemeisters delight "Lhomme arme." It shouldnt workbut somehow it does, and gloriously. Clarence Barlows two entries, Le Cixeau du Tom Johnson for flute, cello, and piano, and Canzonetta for piano trio show its composer able to handle both dissonant pointillism and hearty tonality with assurance; both pieces possess buckets full of personality.
Musique de Tables by Thierry de Mey is wonderful fun to watch and listen to. Here, three players sit at a long table and proceed to scrape, slap, snap and tap its surface. Coordinated physical gestures enhance the works eager, cheeky sound universe. Ned McGowans Tusk, for the ensemble minus piano, while not as stylish as the rest of the program, makes able enough use of colorist iteration of a single pitch and plausible variants thereof. A tasty arrangement of Ah Um by jazz legend Charles Mingus, featuring some impressive solo improv, closed the program. Non Sequiturs performance was utterly sensational, easily rivaling the best groups of its kind in Boston, New York, or anywhere else. Hearty bravos go out to its talented members: McGowan (flute), Benjamin Fingland (clar.), Gabriel Bolkosky (vn), Ha-Yang Kim (cello), Blair McMillen (pno), and Nathan Davis (percussion).
Performance venues generally offered good acoustics. Christ Episcopal Church, Trinity United Methodist Church, and the Unitarian Church of Montpelier all proved very presentation-friendly; only the sanctuary at Bethany United Church of Christ seemed problematic, offering up stuffy sonics and notable infusions of distracting street sound. As a whole, this festival provided a fine listening experience in a lovely small-town setting. If the pun be pardoned, one ought to have regular reprises of Ought One in future years.