Yesterday, I went to hear a performance of the Phoenix Symphony and Chorus singing the Brahms Requiem. Since I’ve sung the work before, I had more of a sense of the mechanics of the music, so I could better listen for the interpretive aspects of the performance.
My impression was that the choir was quite well-prepared. The choral sound was very good – never heavy or clouded with excessive vibrato or other signs of maudlin emotionalism that tend to creep into Romantic period music. The large group of singers was able to produce an excellent balanced and blended choral sound that I felt was very appropriate. The forte sections of the work were appropriately strong without being screamy, and were powerful enough that I felt as though the men were not sacrificing finesse for the sake of singing with balls. (Although toward the end of the work, I could tell the men especially were beginning to tire as the intonation and tone quality began to suffer toward the end of the work.)
I wasn’t that pleased with Michael Christie’s interpretation, though. The tempo felt too fast and the orchestra seemed to be somewhat lacking in interpretive richness. The orchestra felt too much like a cursory presentation of notes and sonorities – simply getting through the music. I also thought that his conducting must be very difficult for the choir to follow since he wasn’t necessarily offering a clear beat pattern and was standing at quite some distance from them. Of course, this isn’t unusual when singing with an orchestra, and the various cutoffs and attacks didn’t seem to suffer for it (again, the choir was well-prepared), but I wonder how frustrated I would be if it were me up there.
Sometimes I get the impression that the symphony sounds under-rehearsed since there doesn’t seem to be a lot of polish to it. But Christie is a young conductor – around my age – and certainly a talented and well-spoken man. He seems to be bringing a lot to the group, although I’m not sure nuance is on that list.
At any rate, after the performance I ran into an old friend of mine from college, who greeted me warmly. I had tried to keep in contact with her and her husband, although it was difficult for me to do that since they’ve tended to move around a lot. She said something to me about my being her “first gay”, which I found somewhat sweet and bewildering at the same time. She didn’t mean it offensively, of course, but I don’t know how I feel about being somebody’s “gay friend”, even being the first. Not that it’s surprising. If you’re going to be involved in music or the arts in any way, I think you’re going to run into a lot of gay men. Stereotypical, but true.
I’ve been doing much better about trying to stay in touch with people – so hopefully I’ll be able to run into her again. She knows a few other colleagues I see during the week, so I don’t think it will be that difficult in this case.
The whole situation reminded me of my need to connect with people from my former life, back when I was more idealistic and generally more fulfilled (aside from much adolescent romantic angst and my ongoing existential depression/anxiety). My college days were some of the best days of my life – and I want to understand both that those times are over while still retaining the kernel of who I was back then. I’ve been able to do that to some degree with my current social circle, but staying connected with some of these old friends could be an indispensable part of the whole picture of some of the new directions I’m trying to take.