Orchestra Wellington in full “swing” with escapist New York jazz

ORCHESTRA WELLINGTON -2026 Collaborations
W:ELLINGTONMarc  Taddei with Orchestra Wellington  – Photo Credit : Andy Best

LEONARD BERNSTEIN – Chichester Psalms
– Tudor Consort / Joshua Derbyshire-Foale (boy soprano)
GEORGE GERSHWIN – Piano Concerto in F
– David Fung (piano)
ROLF LIEBERMANN – Concerto for Jazz Band and Orchestra
– Te Koki Jazz Band
DUKE ELLINGTON – Harlem

Orchestra Wellington
Marc Taddei (conductor)

Michael Fowler Centre, Wellington
Saturday 30th May 2026

Reviewed by Leila Lois
for MIddle C

What a treat to experience Roaring Twenties New York, replete with a jazz-inflected orchestra and virtuoso soloists, on an early winter evening in Wellington. This edition of Orchestra Wellington’s ‘Collaborations’ series transported audiences to the streets and speakeasies of a bygone Manhattan. The evening exuded classical jazz sophistication, with a pleasing
programme loosely fitted to the jazz era theme: Leonard Bernstein, George Gershwin, Rolf Liebermann, and Duke Ellington.

The evening began with a gorgeous rendition of Bernstein’s Chichester Psalms, featuring the Tudor Consort and boy soprano Joshua Derbyshire-Foale. The chorus roused the piece with “Behold how good”, the cello foreshadowing the beauty to come. The work sat perfectly within
the Michael Fowler Centre’s acoustics, maintaining its ecclesiastical air while finding warmth in the venue’s wooden architecture.

Next came Gershwin’s Piano Concerto in F, with pianist David Fung bringing a syrupy fluidity to the keys. Honed by training with the Cleveland Orchestra and Los Angeles Philharmonic, he proved a wonderful collaborator throughout. There was a playful call and response between trumpet, timpani, and piano, melting into the swoony strings under the expert direction of
conductor Marc Taddei. The helter-skelter rondo evoked Roaring Twenties Manhattan so vividly it could practically be felt — the muted trumpets a particular standout, alongside the desultory pizzicato violin and the balmy calm of flute and piano.

Liebermann’s Concerto for Jazz Band and Orchestra, accompanied by the Te Koki Jazz Band, delivered a vibrant dance-hall sound. The pacy cymbals and trombone (the latter led by Jakob Elijas) had the audience toe-tapping and shoulder-shimmying within moments. A playful turn into bossa nova, complete with cowbell and Afro-Cuban instrumentation, added a welcome frisson.

Winds, brass and percussion – Orchestra Wellington – Collaborations 2026 :  Photo Credit: Andy Best

The final piece, Duke Ellington’s much-admired Harlem, perhaps transported audiences furthest of all. Ellington once quipped that “you can’t write music right unless you know how the man who’ll play it plays poker” — and this work fully embodies that spirit, maximising the plush textures of the full orchestra to conjure a vivid, colour-drenched Harlem of the early-to-midtwentieth century.

A beautiful showcase of escapist New York jazz, this edition of Orchestra Wellington’s ‘Collaborations’ series was a real hit, and at the onset of winter, it brought welcome colour and delight.

Nota Bene brings people in for some mellifluous music-making at St.Andrew’s

Four Hands, Two Grands and a Choir (striking a modern chord)

Gabriela Glapska / Catherine Norton (pianos)
Nota Bene Choir
directed by Maiike Christie-Beekman

St.Andrew’s-on-The-Terrace, Wellington

Sunday 31st May, 2026

What an inspirational title for a concert! – words obviously intended to  quicken the interest and activate any curiosity! And it all seemed to have worked a treat, as St.Andrew’s-on-The-Terrace Church proceeded to fill up with people almost to bursting-point! What was more, all of us were told on entry by the organisers to “fill up the seating gaps” – in other words, to “bunch up” today and ignore that good old Kiwi inclination to “leave a space” if one is next to somebody one doesn’t know. We all did our best, and were able to start up many an unsolicited conversation with our neighbours as part of the acclimatisation experience! Naturally there were a number of “sisters , cousins and aunts” present, to support friends and relations among the Nota Bene performers, so that everybody soon jelled as a responsively homogenous audience.

For choir performers perhaps the name René Clausen (b.1953) is a familiar one, though this was my first encounter with the composer’s music. I found a note describing him as “one of America’s most popular choral composers, creating music suited to all levels of expertise”. His music, though obviously challenging for performers doesn’t ever startle or berate the listener with dissonant or over-angular tones. The opening Prayer, a setting of words by Mother Teresa of Calcutta, uses very open harmonies that give the work a lovely spaciousness. The individual lines successfully explore both freedom of individuality and a sense of belonging to something greater – lovely cluster-tones in places contrast with the sopranos’ free, stratospheric lines elsewhere, while conductor Maaike Christie-Beekman gets pleasing unanimity and gorgeous tones from her voices throughout.

A setting of Psalm 100’s “Make a joyful noise” certainly achieved the words’ desired effect, with catchy syncopations tossing varieties of tone, timbre and colour at us, while the accompanying pianists, Catherine Norton and  Gabriela Glapska brought out the dance-like qualities of the work to perfection with adroit, incisive playing, the antiphonal effect on two pianos nicely ear-catching! With the Song of Solomon setting of Verses 5-8, ”Set Me as a Seal” the choir regrouped as a kind of wisely-spaced “circle” around the church’s outer aisles, with Christie-Beekman in the centre aisle as conductor. The result was captivating, the flowing lines and resonating harmonies capturing the “strength from tragedy” context of the work, composed in the aftermath of the tragic death of the composer’s unborn child – a detail only vaguely hinted at in the programme, and which I discovered while researching material for this review, making the music’s response to such a devastating loss all the more poignant upon rehearing.

In the wake of such touching sounds we were treated to the completely different experience of hearing two pianos in a performance of a set of variations by Roumanian composer George Enescu (1881-1955). Amazingly the work was written when Enescu was just seventeen, at that stage as proficient a pianist as a violinist (the work is dedicated to fellow-pianists Édouard Risler and Alfred Cortot), and also undertaking composition studies at the Paris Conservatoire. Gabriela Glapska and Catherine Norton threw themselves into the fray with the music’s majesterial and ceremonial opening sparking off a series of imaginatively-wrought contrasts of mood and response, from the delicate and decorative first variation, through delights such as the triplet-rhythmed third variation, and the stylish “promenade” trajectories of the fifth“ episode – not unexpectedly the final variation was a fugue which grew out of some florid exchanges, resolutely intertwining the  lines towards a satisfyingly grand three-chord conclusion!

Another composer whose work is known to the few rather than the many was Josef Rheinberger (1839-1901), perhaps best known for his works for solo organ, which were highly regarded as “the most valuable addition to organ music since Mendelssohn”, though his choral music “pops up” every now and then – I have just one of his choral works on a lovely recording, a Christmas cantata “The Star of Bethlehem”, for soprano, chorus and orchestra), but didn’t know the beautiful six-part Abendlied which we heard next – a kind of “Abide with me” in effect, the voices achieving throughout under Maaike Christie-Beekman’s direction a gorgeously-sounded seamless flow.

We then had another work I didn’t know, Johannes Brahms’s Nänie, written in 1880-81 as a memorial tribute to a friend, the painter Anselm Beuerbach. The words are Friedrich Schiller’s, which draw from three well-known myths , Orpheus and Eurydice, Aphrodite and Adonis, and the death of Achilles,  each illustrating the transience of youth and beauty through death. Written originally for choir and orchestra, Brahms made a version for four-hands piano accompaniment to allow the work to be performed when an orchestra wasn’t available.

A longish piano introduction began the work before the voices entered, proclaiming the poet’s overall idea that “even beauty must die”, The intensities rose and fell as the singers described the efforts of Orpheus to win back Euridice, fatefully intoning the message that “only once did love melt the Lord of Shadows”, and how, at the last moment, all was lost. Then, rather than elaborating greatly on the tragic deaths of both the beautiful Adonis and the heroic Achilles, Brahms instead expressed an empathetically-controlled sense of the mourners’ bereavement, saving any great outpouring pf emotion for the description of Achilles’ mother Thetis, rising from the sea in the company of the sea-nymphs and weeping for her son, the voices conveying resounding tones of lament before the beatific conclusion  here expressing the idea of mourning transfiguring and truly celebrating a life.

The concert’s second half began with another rarity, Igor Stravinsky’s 1926 work “Otche Nash” (Pater Noster) – with the setting in “Old Slavonic” – Stravinsky, whose years (1882-1975) traversed whole eras of musical expression, characterised this work as belonging to his “most earnest period of Christian Orthodoxy” – slow and atmospheric, I enjoyed its SOUND immensely, and partly because the words could only be Russian – they reminded me so much of my listening to Rachmaninov’s wonderful “Vespers” (and, naturally enough, I knew exactly what the words meant!) Incidentally, the singers took their places “around” the church for this item, similarly to the first half’s “Set Me as a Seal” performance, and just as effective as a surround-sound” experience! For the 4-part work by Arvo Part (b.1935), “Da Pacem Domine”, which followed, Maaike Christie-Beekman got her singers to move to a “front-and-back” antiphonal exchange position, each group the corner of a rectangle. This 2004 work came to be associated with a tragic train-bombing in the city of Madrid that same year, and is still often performed in Spain. Typically for the composer, the music is slow-moving, giving an impression of great stillness, absolutely mesmeric in effect, as if captured “out of the air” – we heard a kind of “declamation then echo” pattern of utterance which over time created an incredible timeless kind of effect – the “improvisatory” nature of the sounds meant that any slight imprecisions between the groups had a spontaneity which seemed entirely natural, making for a true sense of meditation and connection between sound and emotion.

For the second time that evening the two-piano ensemble came, in a sense, to our rescue from the music’s quiet sense of tragedy, and catapaulted us into a world of colour, movement and excitement. Composer Darius Milhaud (1892-1974) had written some incidental music for two separate productions which he had afterwards worked into a “suite” called “Scaramouche” for saxophone and piano. At that point (1937) the famous French pianist Marguerite Long requested of Milhaud a work for two pianos, which gave him the idea of using the “Scaramouche” music, and which quickly established itself as a concert item. And, along with the composer’s famous orchestral piece  “Le Boef sur le Toit” (The Bull on the Roof), the two-piano version of “Scaramouche” became his most well-known work.

Catherine Norton’s and Gabriela Glapska’s pianistic energies and scintillations were fully on display here, as the first of the three movements. “Vif” hit the ground running, with irrepressible movement and cheeky syncopations, before the players switched mode to a whimsical children’s chant section, reminding one of the old English count-down tune “Ten green bottles hanging on the wall” – after which the helter-skelter opening returned, unabated! The second movement sounded part lullaby, part reverie, with different voices echoing between the instruments, and with a nostalgic Ravel-like sense of children’s bedtime games capturing a child-like world. The last movement revitalised us once again, our pianists enticing the catchiest of rhythms from their instruments with a well-known rhumba-like dance whose vivacity, through various kaleidoscopic key-changes was exhilarating to keep up with – such great fun!

Nobody could complain of a lack of variety in this splendid concert, and especially as the Stravinsky work which concluded the afternoon was quite unlike anything else on the programme. Composed in 1930, the Symphony of Psalms was commissioned to mark the 50th anniversary of the formation of the Boston Symphony Orchestra by its famous then-conductor Serge Koussevitsky – however the conductor fell ill and the Boston performance had to be postponed, allowing the Swiss conductor Ernest Ansermet to give the work’s premiere in Brussels early in December 1930, Koussevitsky in Boston following a week later.

The work has a four-part chorus and a large orchestra – Stravinsky, however, eschewed the usual large-scale orchestra sound, choosing to write in what became known as the composer’s “neoclassical” manner, and using Latin psalm texts. For this performance conductor Maiike Christie-Beekman had the use of a famous adaptation of the work’s orchestration for four hands /two pianos by Russian composer Dmitri Shostakovich, who greatly admired Stravinsky’s work. There were three movements, the first a setting of the closing verses of Psalm 38, the second of the opening verses of Psalm 39, and the finale the whole of Psalm 150, all in the latin text of the Vulgate, the late 4thCentury translation of the Bible which used “vulgar” or “everyday” Latin, spoken by the common people.

Beginning with bare, uncoloured piano figurations the work’s vocal line followed suit with lines similarly bare and astringent – the opening “Exaudi orationam meam” (Hear my prayer) sung almost hypnotically, but with the emotion rising, beginning at “Quoniam advena ego sum” (for I am a stranger) and reaching desperation levels with “Sicut omnes patres mei” (as all my fathers were” and with the cries of “Remitte mihi” (Spare Me!  towards the end. The second movement was more agitated, the fugue beginning with angular piano lines, and carried on by the choir with “Expectans expectavi Dominum” (I waited patiently for the Lord)  growing in complexity as the music proceeded. A heartfelt outburst from the voices at “Et immisit in os meum canticum novrum” (And he hath put a  new song in my mouth) affirmed faith and trust, as the music died away into silence.

An impulse of joy lit up the church with the third movement’s opening “Alleluia” giving the music an austere beauty. At first  the voices sounded quietly-confident impulses of praise, initiated by piano chords, and with repeated murmurings of “Laudate Dominum” – when suddenly the pianos suddenly galvanised the ensemble with driving rhythmic trajectories, over which the voices floated their continued “Laudate” phrase. These broke off for a brief luftpause of praise with an “Alleluia”, before returning to the driving piano rhythms and floating choral phrases. We were spellbound as the choir and pianists brought the work to a close with a quiet but determined “Laudate Dominum” – these focused distillations of worship and awe from the singers and quietly steadfast support from the pianists, were all held tremulously in place through Maiike Christie-Beekman’s  beautifully-judged sense of culmination – finis pulchra!

NZSO reaches for Mahler’s “Titan” via Ades and Korngold

James Ehnes (violin) and  Gemma New (conductor)  play Korngold’s Violin Concerto

New Zealand Symphony Orchestra presents “Titan”

THOMAS ADES –  The Origin of the Harp (NZ Premiere)
ERICH KORNGOLD – Violin Concerto in D Major
GUSTAV MAHLER – Symphony No. 1 “Titan”
James Ehnes (violin)
Gemma New (conductor)
New Zealand Symphony Orchestra

Michael Fowler Centre, Wellington
Friday 22nd May 2026

Reviewed by Leila Lois
for Middle C

The evening opened with promise, with a bright and warm introduction from Gemma New, New Zealand Symphony Orchestra’s conductor and Artistic Advisor. As the first woman to hold the post of principal conductor at NZSO, New never fails to show charm and voracity. She beamingly announced the programme for the evening, which included the New Zealand premiere of Thomas Adès’ The Origin Of The Harp, Korngold’s Violin Concerto and Mahler’s Symphony No. 1, the “Titan”.

The night’s selection was delightfully whimsical, the first piece following the tale – a Celtic water nymph (of Ondine proportions) who falls in love with a mortal and tragically struggles to leave behind the ocean. One might have expected something dark and turgid but instead, the piece shimmered with phrases that at first lapped like gentle waves, then writhed and tumbled. In this tone-poem, composed in four short parts, the harp itself was not featured but suggested, appearing at the start of the fourth and final section, as a surprise, melting into the symphony as an epic denouement.

For this piece, the programme notes told us Adès implies the harp by damping the strings of a piano with BluTack, a perfectly innovative and slightly off-kilter complement to Mahler’s inventiveness in the symphony to come. A short, soothing piece that opened the evening perfectly.

Next came the Violin Concerto in D Major by Erich Wolfgang Korngold. Famous for creating Romantic style film scores, Korngold fled Nazi Germany for the Hollywood Hills in1934. The concerto found the perfect receptor in soloist James Ehnes, who realised the piece with rare care and attention, such that it was mesmeric to watch and hear. He is truly virtuoso in violin, his tone regal yet sweet – honeyed yet clean. His playing is also remarkably expressive. Beyond this, the connection between New and Ehnes was so compelling that it felt like they were the only two in the concert hall. New’s whole frame was tenderly tilted towards Ehnes, almost lovingly leaning into the melody. A synergistic moment. The piece ended with an encore where Ehnes played with feverish brilliance.

The focal piece of the night came last in the billing, Mahler’s First Symphony, also known as the “Titan”. The piece famously starts in a flood-lit forest, and the woodwind section spiralled through this deliciously on the night. Allegedly the inspiration for this first movement in the symphony came from Gustav Mahler’s childhood memory, where his father took and left him in the forest, and he spent the whole day immersed in the woodland world, enraptured.

In the second part of the opening this really shone through in the gorgeous wooden structure of the inside of the Michael Fowler Centre and exuded a sense of warmth, and calm, despite the notorious volume of Mahler’s scores. The next movement was more energetic, with the rustic party and raucous feel of the cheerful ‘ländler’ (a kind of folkloric waltz), somersaulting through the hall. The warmth of the strings and heartiness of the percussion in this section was led well – special kudos to those string players and percussionists respectively!

Onto the third movement – the emotional heart and most unnerving part of the symphony. The famous distorted solo double bass solo led expertly by Joan Perarnau Garriga played “Frère Jacques” in a minor key, giving it a grotesque, dirge-like quality. My friend, who went in “cold” to the symphony quickly picked up the unsettling familiarity of the melody, and so Mahler’s way of playing with our expectations was evident. The sardonic funeral march quality was well executed, with the famed drunken-sounding trumpets guided by section
principal, Michael Kirgan.

The final movement broke the strangeness of this with an anguished stormy brass-heavy sound, that roiled over the audience like a tempest. Again, the percussion was precise and impassioned, full of the unmistakable spirit of Mahler.

Overall a wonderfully curated night that left audiences inspired, with the Mahlerian counterpoints, tinges of the unexpected and whimsical, folkloric shades.

Bright, Capricious and Colourful – Arohanui Strings’ Benefit Concert at Roseneath, Wellington ’s “Long Hall”

MORITZ MOSZKOWSKI – Allegro Energico (from “Suite in C Minor Op. 71)
The Treble-Makers – Whitney Wu  and Izabela Ibanez, violins, (Arohanui Strings)
Amelia Liu, piano, (Queen Margaret College, Wellington)
JS BACH – Three Dances (Bouree – Loure – Courante) from French Suite in G Major BWV 816
(arr. Pohl/Gjelsten)
Helene Pohl, violin, Rolf Gjelsten, ’cello
ALBERT ROUSSEL – Trio for Flute, Viola and ‘Cello (1929)
Bridget Douglas, flute, NIcholas Hancox, viola, Rolf Gjelsten ‘cello
WOLFGANG MOZART – Quartet for Flute, Violin, Viola and ‘Cello K.298
Bridget Douglas, flute, Helene Pohl, violin, Nicholas Hancox, viola, Rolf Gjelsten, ‘cello

The Long Hall, Point Jerningham, Roseneath. Wellington
Saturday 25th April, 2026

One of the more delightful aspects of concert-going is the singular pleasure of encountering “new music” on the programme – by “new”, I mean in this instance music that one has never before encountered, rather than something “contemporary”. –  from this twenty-first century viewpoint the latter term has for many of us seen works thus described undergo the inevitable ageing process!

Not that I can remember the music of Polish/German pianist and composer Moritz Moszkowski (1854-1925) ever sounding “contemporary”, though what we heard today from the output of French composer Albert Roussel (1869-1937) was certainly rather more acerbic and  “modern-sounding ” than that of either Moszkowski or the music of Russian composer Reinhold Glière (1875-1956), the third of the trio of nineteenth/twentieth-century names accompanying that of JS Bach’s and Mozart’s on the programme I heard today at Roseneath’s “The Long Hall”.

Helene Pohl’s and Rolf Gjelsten’s continued espousal of their Pot-Pourri Chamber Ensemble activities brought together a brilliant and wholehearted array of talents for today’s concert, featuring flutist Bridget Douglas and violist Nicholas Hancox, as well as an inspiring trio of young musicians, two of whom, violinists  Whitney Wu and Izabella Ibanez play in the inspirational group Arohanui Strings, and a third, pianist Amelia Liu, a competition winner from Queen Margaret College in Wellington. The last-named occasioned the bringing out of an upright piano for the Moszkowski work, which was a “first” for this listener at the Long Hall – a rare treat! (I loved the name this Trio had concocted and made reference to in the programme, for our pleasure! – “The Treble-Makers”!)

I came to this concert largely uninitiated as far as the music by the three aforementioned era-spanning composers was concerned – in fact, the only music by Moszkowski I had previously heard was a set of “Spanish Dances Op.12” beloved by audiophiles due to a justly-famous early stereo (late 1950s) recording of the same, sporting the title “Espana”. (Elsewhere, as well, there’s definitely a highly-regarded piano concerto I’ve yet to catch up with!) Though only the first movement, Allegro  energico, of a “Suite in G Minor Op. 71” was played by the Trio, the group caught the “striving melancholy” of the violins’ firmly-centred descending phrases, in both minor and major keys, deftly supported by the piano when alternating heartfelt descending melodic lines with tumbling rhythmic surges, and creating infectious excitement by building the intensities leading to a spiritedly accelerated coda – what fun! – and what a joy to experience such youthful exuberance in triplicate!

Next came three dances taken from one of JS Bach’s keyboard works, a French Suite in G Major, and transcribed here for violin and ‘cello – Helene Pohl described the transcription of this music in the progrqmme as “working beautifully for string duo”, with counterpoints “to be savoured”! First came a spirited and joyous Boureé, the violin singing the melody and the ‘cello keeping things moving with a running counterpoint, the latter seemingly tempted at various cadences to follow the violin canonically, but after a few imitative notes skipping back into dance-mode! After this came the Loure (a languid, waltz-like dance) with its opening phrase imitative between the instruments before the ‘cello took up the rhythmic trajectories, enjoying, in the second sequence, some deliciously insouciant accompanying gestures. Finally, we heard the Courante, the music again imitative between the instruments at first, before the second part featured the ‘cello dancing in attendance of the violin, the latter picking up the cello’s figurations in response – gorgeously interactive!

We then got what was for me another rarity, four pieces from Reinhold Glière’s Eight Duets for Violin and ‘Cello, Op. 39. I’d actually heard more of Glière’s music than of Moszkowski’s or of Roussel’s, having encountered probably his most well-known piece from a Soviet-style ballet, “The Red Poppy”, a boisterous, crowd-pleasing romp called  the “Russian Sailors’ Dance”.  I’d also heard, more momentously, the most famous of his three symphonies –  an epic 80-minute work subtitled “Ilya Muromets” celebrating the adventures and death of a mythological Russian “Bogatyr” hero based on the lives of several such personae from different epochs of Russian history – strong stuff for a beginner-listener to encounter, back in my College years, but with startling sequences that still resonate in the memory, however dimly. Another notable claim to fame of Gliere’s was his tutorship of the youthful Serge Prokofiev, beginning lessons in 1902 when the latter was just ten years old and continuing until Prokofiev was accepted into the St.Petersburg Conservatory as a student at the age of thirteen.

Much of Glière’s output is unexplored, including a not inconsiderable amount of chamber and instrumental works (though he caused a posthumous ripple of interest in his music when soprano Joan Sutherland enterprisingly recorded in the 1970s a “Concerto for coloratura soprano and orchestra”). The Four Duets we heard were taken from his Op.39, written in 1909. The Prelude, beginning the set, was practically a “tuning-up” exercise, with the violin holding a single note and the ‘cello intoning a wistful, repeated phrase, before the instruments “swopped” roles – a simple, sombre, but resonantly effective piece. The Berceuse which followed featured a gorgeous violin melody in tandem with the cello’s  attendant repeated rising phrase – simply enchanting!   Then came the Intermezzo, a melancholy Schumannesque melody with a “rocking” motion, reminiscent of parts of Schumann’s Kinderscenen. Interestingly, the Gavotte that followed seemed to jump into a harmonically different dance-floor world altogether, with an engaging middle section, very “pesante” themes from the violin and drone-sounds from the ‘cello, then taking us back for something of an abrupt farewell to the dance and its mercurial world.

Our two aforementioned additional players joined the ensemble after a short break – one of them, violist Nicholas Hancox, was of course a stalwart of the ensemble at many of last year’s concerts at the hall and was thus welcomed like an old friend! But we felt especially honoured to have with us for the second half flutist Bridget Douglas, well-known for her participation in many memorable NZSO concerts as a principal section leader, and also in numerous chamber performances in the Wellington region. These players brought with them more (for me)  relatively unfamiliar music, a Trio for flute, viola and ‘cello by Albert Roussel, a name I knew only through a recording I’d purchased  long ago of a ballet of his with the name Le Festin de l’araignée (“The Spider’s Feast”), a work filled with gorgeous impressionistic sounds buoyed along by insinuating rhythms and extremely wry characterisations.

This Trio, written in 1929, I thought an extraordinary piece! – it promised something similar to the ballet at its outset, the Allegro featuring  buoyant rhythms dancing through open-air ambiences, and suggesting all nature at play, despite the occasional tinges of melancholy. The flute enjoined its companions more readily to share its bright-and-breezy manner, and viola and ‘cello did occasionally “buck themselves up”  with spirited surges of march-rhythm merriment and even a patch of  “triplet-flavoured bonhomie” towards the movement’s end that helped keep us all smiling!

But “O, mon Dieu!”  – the Andante was introduced by a sombre viola melody with an equally rueful arpeggiated ‘cello accompaniment, to which the flute added a kind of would-be-but-on-another-day-consoling melody – that done the viola and ‘cello had an exceedingly gloomy duet sequence (“those poor dears!”), one which the ‘cello tried next to “cheer up”, without success! The flute also persisted but without much joy (“What on earth could be the matter?” I wanted to ask the composer’s shade……). A sustained note seemed to be the only floating Pooh-stick the players could find to grasp and hold onto, and wait for the end!  Goodness! – the silence was golden!

And then, wonder of wonders, the music’s first-movement cheerfulness returned for the finale! The ‘cello had stepwise pizzicati, the viola a dancing figure and the flute a perky, bright-faced tune! Such was the camaraderie, the players sped up the trajectories as the blood started to flow more quickly, bringing our listeners’ hearts into our mouths with the relief of it all! – we even had a bit of unbridled stamping sailors’ dance excitement at one point! The movement’s opening returned with even more insouciance, bringing back the sailors for a bit more hi-jinks stamping – and then we heard an eerie passage featuring extraordinary harmonics-like texturings from the strings and near-lullabic tones from the flute.  However, the players seemed to then pick up on the composer’s “homeward bound” urgings, as they responded stepwise to the music’s ever-growing trajectories,  some helter-skelter, almost “silent movie’  soundtrack-scamperings with more “sailors’ dance” roisterings, leading to a concerted “knees-up-like” final flourish! Golly! – Did we dream him? –  or did Roussel dream us? – I ask myself as I write these wry remembrances of what we heard!

With the Mozart Flute Quartet K.298 (a later work than the K-number suggests) which followed, we were presented with a different kind of wryness, firstly in the form of the widespread supposition that the composer didn’t really CARE for the flute despite writing various works for the instrument, one set against a counter-argument that it was actually the person who COMMISSIONED the works for the instrument that Mozart really abhorred! This having been said, we then learned that Mozart had possibly written this particular work for himself, purely for pleasure!

Whatever the case, the music was simply divine – a lovely opening, half-hymn, half popular ditty, featured the flute carrying the melody. This was actually a ”theme and variations” movement, with Bridget Douglas “dancing”  her instrument through the ensuing moments of sheer contrapuntal enjoyment, and ringing the changes in the other variations, the second a running counterpoint for the violin against long-held flute notes, the third a florid version of the theme from the viola (just superb!) with “ambient” comments from the others, and the last a return by the flute to the theme with the ‘cello supplying the knowingly droll trajectories!

The second movement, Menuetto, jumped into D Major, with the flute leading a sprightly, upwardly  soaring opening harmonised phrase striding out confidently, then impishly dancing about in a single variation of the theme in a middle section. Back came the opening key for the last movement with gentle finality, the melody tossed about the instruments with an art-that-conceals-art kind of spontaneity, so that we got the composer’s intention of a group of friends making music for the sheer pleasure of doing so, a pleasure we in the audience felt, in such company, pleased and privileged to share and similarly enjoy.

Scriabin and Rachmaninov from Tony Lee – a piano-fancier’s ultimate dream concert?

ALEXANDER SCRIABIN – Preludes –  Op.11 No.1 in C Major
Op.17 No.5 in F Minor
Op.16 No.1 in B Major
Etude – Op. 2 No. 1 in C-sharp Minor

SERGEI RACHMANINOV – Piano Sonata No. 1 in D Minor, Op. 28

Tony Lee (piano)
St.Andrew’s-on-The-Terrace, Wellington
Wednesday, 22nd April, 2026

Perhaps the use of the word “ultimate” in the heading unfairly inflates the overall impact of what was, in anybody’s language, a sensational recent display of piano-playing in all aspects of the art-form.  This was delivered by Australian pianist Tony Lee at one of St.Andrew’s-on-The-Terrace’s free and absolute “mana-from-heaven” lunchtime concerts regularly enjoyed by the capital’s music-lovers. The “ultimate” description would of course be contested hotly by lovers of piano-playing over the choice of repertoire – and even in regard to technical wizardry opinions would differ as to which pieces might be accorded the most elevatedly demanding places in the pianistic pantheon.

Enough to say, the repertoire chosen by Tony Lee amply demonstrated the pianist’s extraordinary mastery of the keyboard challenges posed by the music of two composers, Sergei Rachmaninov and Alexander Scriabin. Each were themselves virtuoso pianists, Rachmaninov gaining the higher honours from the Moscow Conservatory with the “Great Gold Medal” for piano-playing, and Scriabin a close second with the “Small Gold Medal”. Their own music took markedly different paths  though each was greatly influenced by Chopin at the beginning, with Rachmaninov evolving a rather more conventional kind of individuality, and Scriabin being more the “innovator”, increasingly exploring chromaticism and tonality to almost mystical degrees in his later music.

Their different directions gave rise to contentious moments between them  – Scriabin was critical of  Rachmaninov both regarding his music and plano-playing, at one point even deriding the latter’s music as “earthbound”. And he famously told Rachmaninov at one point that a passage in the latter’s music (the opera “The Miserly Knight) perfectly accorded with his, Scriabin’s “colour-theories” relating to musical keys – when Rachmaninov expressed his disagreement, Scriabin replied, “…Your intuition has unconsciously followed the laws whose very existence you have tried to deny!…..”

Despite all of this, Rachmaninov was determined, after Scriabin’s unexpected death, to promote his colleague’s music, performing it almost exclusively on a tour of Russia, and donating the proceeds to Scriabin’s family. Since those times, the two composers’ musical reputations have continued on different courses, each being in separate ways somewhat misunderstood – rather like with Liszt’s music, much of Rachmaninov’s output has enjoyed a near-instant popularity to this day, though parallelled by strains of outright critical contempt in certain quarters, whereas Scriabin’s music has gradually risen in stature from initial bewilderment and neglect to increased fascination and acceptance on the part of the listening public.

Today’s concert underlined significant aspects of each composer’s creative achievement in terms of the piano, though surprisingly, not in relation to larger forms – Scriabin actually wrote no less than nine piano sonatas, though none were offered here as a comparison to the first of Rachmaninov’s two efforts in the genre. Instead we were given examples of the former’s music in a kind of miniaturist guise, the pieces being from larger collections, though each beautifully self-contained in effect. These exquisitely-crafted morceaux  while obviously derivative, still conveyed enough of their composer’s individuality, though It would have been interesting to have compared the two composers’ individual way with sonata form. Here, I couldn’t help but note my responses to some of the music regarding what I felt were influences, and, surprisingly, more so in Scriabin’s case than in Rachmaninov’s.

First came Prelude Op. 11 No. 1 in C Major, based on a lyrically floated phrase repeatedly used, here, with great sensitivity and imagination, both poetic and passionate in utterance, and reminiscent for me of Debussy’s early music Then we heard Prelude Op 17 No 5 in F Minor, a work with stormy cascadings, impulsive gallopings and unbridled agitations, the pianist splendidly maintaining the wildness and passions of the opening throughout until the sounds came exhaustedly to rest at the very end – it all had something of the energy and drive of Chopin’s very first Op. 28 Prelude, but seemed uncannily to me as if the music might just as well have been Rachmaninov’s.

The following Prelude Op.16 No. 1 in B major recalled for me  firstly Grieg and then Schumann, with sounds resembling  the former’s piquant harmonic explorations venturing into and mingling with the latter’s poetic evening semblances – though as with all of these there was a feeling of a growingly independent spirit already taking flight and pushing out its own capabilities.

And then, the opening of the last of the Scriabin pieces,, the Etude Op. 2 No, 1 in C-sharp Minor, strangely reminded me of Rachmaninov once again – not the stormy C-sharp Minor manner of the latter’s most famous of his Preludes, but of a similar kind of obsessiveness with the opening rising melodic motif, used by him in other pieces, such as the well-known B Minor Prelude’s constant reiteration of its opening. It was all such vividly concentrated playing! – It left me feeling that Lee’s performances would have readily won Scriabin’s music some new friends on this extraordinary showing.

After a short break there came a different kind of “extraordinary”! I had heard Rachmaninov’s two piano sonatas played many years ago on a recording by the legendary John Ogdon, and remembered how “overwhelmed” my then relatively jejune ears felt after listening to what seemed cascades and cascades of notes! Today, those same cascades seemed, in Tony Lee’s hands, to sound-sculpt a magnificently “alive” and spontaneously driven plethora of musical impulses, instantly proclaiming a sense of beginning an epic journey, and exhibiting the means by which this would happen – the portentous themes, the flashes of brilliance and the ever-burgeoning sense of expectation which drew us further into the music’s world. It couldn’t help but recall for me the opening of the Liszt Sonata, though with themes that were even more expansive, taking more time and space to coalesce.

The big repeated-note theme was allowed to sing and resound, majestically suggesting a Faustian kind of spirit, both tremulous and eager in regard to any impending journey. It was irresistibly drawn by a rolling, agitated triplet theme  elaborated here by the pianist with great “presence” and remarkable poise and control but then giving way to a rising. arpeggiated idea that suggested aspiration to a “higher goal”, a Faust-like evocation!  We were made to feel the conflict between competing urges and impulses, between passions and ideals, all building up to a majestic climax – how does Rachmaninov do it?  Then, dramatically, it all seemed to, for the moment, expiate itself – and at that point I heard the unmistakeable echoes of the Third Piano Concerto, the two-note major-key repetitions whose minor-key transition produced an inwardly rising lump-in-the-throat effect as the movement came to its close.

Rachmaninov had reputedly began this work with Goethe’s “Faust” in mind, with each of the movements inspired by the main characters in the  latter’s version of the legend – though the composer was to later downplay the specifics of his inspiration, the movements certainly fitted the “Faust/Gretchen/Mephisofeles” programmatic order, with the second movement’s tenderness and lyricism readily suggesting the innocence and beauty of Gretchen – a perfect foil for the dark turbulence and brooding self-doubt portrayed in the opening movement. Here, Lee allowed  the music to drift, dream-like out of the silences, the oscillating figures framing a gentle song whose sinuous and mesmeric trajectories could ensnare any adventurer, its spell gradually growing in insistence, resembling a flow of openhearted longing and unfulfilled desire, and reaching a point where it cascaded over and down, again fleetingly sounding those echoed reminiscences of the Concerto! Lee then gently and patiently revisited the composer’s lines of the opening dream, this time building gradually towards a kind of effervescent frisson, whose almost-visionary moment glowed and then sank into what some listeners might have described as a post-orgasmic reverie at the end.

Came the finale – a “wild-horse-ride”, tremendously exciting, and a performance which seemed to us in the audience to give every tone, every impulse, every NOTE its due place in the music’s texture, impregnating everything with its particular significance, so that we were caught up in the music’s realms of wonderment and vividly-wrought realisation! The Dies Irae theme, one of the composer’s trademarks, leapt into the fray, its trajectories defiant and remorseless under Lee’s fingers, before its Mephistofelean spirit suddenly wavered at the appearance of a plaintive descending theme, a wholehearted counterweight to the Spirit of Denial and his combatative roisterings! A war of sorts was then waged by the music with the various elements brought into play by Lee’s near superhuman resources until the opening theme of the work was again sounded as if peace had been restored – but almost as if Heaven was shutting its doors, the Dies Irae theme came roaring back and laid all to waste with a series of coruscating descending chords! We were agog as our pianist’s energies hurled the final chords at us with stupendous irrevocability!

Wow! – what a work and what a performance! As I’ve had occasion to mention a few times previously in relation to other St.Andrew’s concerts, considerations such as appetite and hunger seemed well-nigh dwarfed by what we had all experienced this time round, with Rachmaninov and Tony Lee!  At the very least, it was, certainly, a lunchtime to remember!!

Two far-flung universalities from the Orpheus Choir – Mozart and Christopher Tin

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART – Requiem
CHRISTOPHER TIN – To Shiver the Sky

Emma Pearson (soprano), Charlotte Secker (mezzo-soprano),
Ridge Ponini (tenor), Robert Tucker (bass)
Orpheus Choir, Wellington
Children’s Choir (Samuel Marsden  Collegiate School, Wellington Girls’ College,
Wellington East Girls’ College)
Orchestra Wellington
Brent Stewart (conductor)

Michael Fowler Centre, Wellington
Saturday, April 18th, 2026

Music can readily speak to us from across the ages, especially with word-settings of frequently-performed choral works, from Renaissance and Baroque times, throughout the classical and romantic eras and into and including works up to the present day. Tonight’s presentation featured music from, firstly, the classical world of Mozart, his poignantly unfinished but still resounding Requiem, and from the present day, a work by American-born composer of Chinese descent, Christopher Tin –  his choral work “To Shiver the Sky” an epic, time-traversing tribute to human flight in various aspirations and forms.

Firstly came the Mozart – a work that’s grown partly out of legend wrought by confused, incomplete documentations and by the transcendence of the work itself (its genesis was a request from a dilettante nobleman wanting to pass the work off as his own, though Mozart’s health had declined to the point where he became convinced he was writing his own Requiem). He died with parts of it unfinished, leaving his pupil Franz Xaver SĂźssmayr, to finish the uncompleted sections so that the promised fee would be paid to Mozart’s widow, Constanze. What SĂźssmayr did has since been hotly debated by scholars in regard to its extent, with even further revised versions appearing that reduce the latter’s contributions and reconstruct certain parts based on the composer’s own structural and harmonic style  – which, to be fair, is what the much-maligned SĂźssmayr reconstructions themselves partly succeeded in doing anyway!

Some performances have presented what Mozart wrote and no more, though the outcomes have come across as more pedantic than musical – so the tradition of an unfinished piece of music completed by one or more helping hands has become firmly entrenched, probably to the relief of the majority of listeners in this case!. Heard this evening in a brilliantly-wrought performance by conductor Brent Stewart with a nimbly sonorous Orpheus Choir and full-blooded responses complementing exquisite detailings from Orchestra Wellington, the results were eminently satisfying. Only the solo singing was variable in a couple of places –  the women’s voices, the ever-pleasing soprano of  Emma Pearson and that of her enthusiastic and capable mezzo counterpart Charlotte Secker, were a consistent joy throughout, but both men, tenor Ridge Ponini and bass Robert Tucker seemed, I thought, to have to work surprisingly hard in their delivery of some of the orchestra-accompanied text. The tenor was a new name to me but I had previously heard and enjoyed Robert Tucker in a number of roles (a wonderful Noye in Britten’s “Noye’s Fludde” for instance), so  I was, for instance, surprised at my difficulty in picking up some of his lower notes in passages such as his “Tuba Mirum” solo, admittedly treacherous that they are to sing.

Brent Stewart maintained a lucid balance between orchestra and choir throughout, with vocal lines and orchestral detailing alike maintaining a splendid clarity. The fugal “Kyrie Eleison” was well-sprung but not rushed, allowing us to revel in the delicious energies of the singing’s contrapuntal passagework. I liked the impetuousness  of the beginning of the “Dies Irae”, plunging into the ferment of terror and dread conjured up by text and music immediately at the end of the “Kyrie”, the different sections engaging a multitude of responses from solo and choral voices, with the “Tuba Mirum” sequence bringing all the soloists into play – bass Robert Tucker sounding splendid with his very opening declamation, while tenor Ridge Ponini stylishly delivered “Mors stupebit” (what wonderful poetry these words make!). Charlotte Secker’s mezzo was suitably awe-struck at the judge’s entrance (“Judex ergo cum sedebit”), bringing into relief soprano Emma Pearson’s heartfelt “Quid sum miser”, the voices harmonising beautifully for the verse’s final “Cum vix justus sit securus” plea for justice and mercy.

As for the choir, the voices responded as readily to their conductor’s encouragement of majestic tone from the men with “Rex, tremende majestatis”  as with beseeching and  piteous pleas at “Salve me fons pietatis” uttered by the women.from the women’s voices. Such a dramatic, almost theatrical contrast with adjoining passages was repeated with the men’s plunging into “Confutatis maledictis” with sterling orchestral support, and the women’s almost ethereal plea “Voca me cum Benedictus” in response. Even more ethereal and atmospheric was the wonderfully spooky “Oro supplex et acclinis” for the whole choir, sung sotto voce, with the trombones helping to colour the accompanying chords in the most downcast and submissive manner for the concluding “Gere curam mei finis” (Help me in my final condition!)

All Requiem roads lead, of course, into and through the “Lacrimosa” the pity of which was beautifully captured here, emphasised by the haltingly staccato-ish delivery of the rising notes of “Qua resurget ex favilla” – the “rising from the ashes”  of all humanity – a particularly heart-stopping moment bursting into full-blooded  feeling came with “Judicandus homo reus”  – when Man shall be judged! Such depth of feeling needed a stirring and well-focused end-point which was delivered with a splendidly rock-solid “Amen”.

No rest, however, was accorded the forces, the immediately following sequence a driving and exciting Offetorium,  “Domine Jesu Christe”, with music and texts urgently and agitatedly delivered, first by the choir and then by the soloists summonsing up the celestial standard-bearer St Michael to lead the way (“Sed signifier Sanctus Michael”). But even more thrilling were the exhortations for the redemption of Abraham and his descendants  – here, presented as and duly given exciting contrapuntal treatment from both voices and players (“Quam olim Abrahae”) to absolutely exhilarating effect!

The following “Hostias” wrought the changes most effectively – the music’s pacing was more meditative, though the voices varied their dynamics tellingly throughout alternating both complete lines and short phrases of text with dramatic “loud-soft” changes. But the sudden, theatrical return of “Quam olim Abrahae” as before was brilliantly handled, with the contrapuntal lines tossed exhilaratingly back and forth until the music cried “enough!” with a final, hushed “et semini ejus!”.

Then came the grandly-voiced “Sanctus”, here an outpouring of glorious acclamation, though with a surprisingly abrupt fugal treatment of “Hosanna in excelsis”. However, the “Benedictus” which followed was here so exquisite one could forgive the composer the seeming rush to immerse everybody in such beauteous strains – again the women’s voices had a “presence” which the men couldn’t quite match, though both bass and tenor had solo moments allowing their voices space in which to “sound” – and, together with some noble brass playing, the general effect gave considerable pleasure to all.

More scalp-prickling contrasts were afforded by the “Agnus Dei”, with emotionally astringent opening chorus tones heightened in retrospect by hushed responses of “Dona eis requiem, the third beautifully elongated with the word “sempiternam”. Back came the music of “Te decet hymnus”  from the Introitus, again sung by the soprano – “Lux Aeterna lucceat eis” (Let eternal light shine”), leading to a reprise of the “Kyrie” fugal music for the work’s concluding “Cum Sanctus tuis in aeternum” – vigorous, confident and fulfilling, as befitted the final moments of such a work.

Whatever criticism might be levelled at the much-maligned Sussmayr for his “completions”  Brent Stewart and his forces gave the kind of performance that disarmed any thoughts of inadequacy or inappropriateness relating to the overall effect of the work – one was reminded of that great Mozartean Sir Thomas Beecham who once caustically remarked upon certain freshly discovered “edits” relating to Haydn’s music with the words “Are they scholarly or musical?” At the conclusion of this performance I felt more than readily inclined to credit Mozart’s posthumous Requiem’s editor with a  completed task worthy of Beecham’s approval!

A different world awaited us in the concert’s second half, enthusiastically introduced by conductor Brent Stewart, and featuring American composer Christopher Tin’s work “To Shiver the Sky”. The composer himself describes the work as “an oratorio about the history of flight, and mankind’s quest to conquer the heavens”. Tin used texts from eleven sources and in different languages, the writings of astronomers, inventors, visionaries and aviators themselves – the work’s title was taken from a poem by Rudyard Kipling, one whose subject was actually the ill-fated “Tower of Babel” which the poet describes as built “to shiver the sky and wrench the stars apart”. Significantly, some of these efforts included in the work described disastrous failures and/or destructive rather than life-enhancing purposes, though the over-riding theme is one of adventure, progress and outward-looking aspiration.

I felt I was suddenly in a “minority” in the concert-hall, as many of the audience audibly resonated with Brent Stewart’s description of the work as having connections with a video game, Civilization IV, one whose theme music was used in the opening section of tonight’s presentation, the “Sogno di Volare”. Though a conventional orchestra and choral forces were used, the music had a definite kind of “New Age” flavour and excitement, one to which my rather more old-fashioned sensibilities still managed to positively respond in all but one particular instance!

Beginning with the aforementioned Sogno di Volare (Dream of Flight), a setting of writings of Leonardo da Vinci, the orchestra launched into an excitable repeated rhythmic pattern to which the choir firstly contributed a recitative-like refrain describing the poet’s aspiration towards imitating what birds can do, and thus achieving the heart’s desire – to fly! Choir and orchestra then moved majestically towards imagining mankind’s great joy at achieving what the birds achieve, and “filling the universe with wonder and glory”.  The subtitles were difficult to read from where I was sitting, and the programme notes impossible due to the dim light in the auditorium – so following specific ideas from the text during the performance posed difficulties! However, the sheer energies of the singing and playing enabled one to be caught up in a kind of torrent of inspiration, even when reference-points were difficult to decipher!

The 11th-Century mystic Hildegarde of Bingen was the next librettist, with “The Heavenly Kingdom”, the words describing how the birds in flight expressed devotion to heavenly things, and in doing so expressed heavenly love – a smaller group of women’s voices intoned timeless-sounding  melismatic phrases describing the seeming devotion of birds,  strings and winds gradually adding their supporting strains, then joined by  larger groups of voices, the effect almost canonical when intertwining their lines with the women’s voices, their interactions bedecked by shimmering percussion and excitable winds in places before allowing the smaller group of voices the final say.

The first truly dramatic sequence darkly followed, a setting of Ovid’s account in “Metamorphosis” of Daedalus and Icarus attempting to escape their imprisonment on the island of Crete by King Minos, through the use of bird’s feathers made and shaped into wings and held together by wax and flying to freedom. Daedalus warned his son Icarus to take a “middle course” when flying, neither too high nor too low, but Icarus disobeyed his father, exulting in his powers of flight and soaring upwards towards the sun – when the wax melted and the feathers were lost Icarus plunged into the sea and drowned. A darkly urgent and fearful orchestral opening  introduced Daedalus outlining his plan to his son – though tenor Ridge Ponini gave his all to the text the ever-mounting orchestral forces made it difficult for us to decipher his words, though we still got the sense of the father warning the son, and the excitement felt by the boy at being able to fly like a bird! – the sense, firstly of exhilaration, and then of impending danger, were ardently conveyed by orchestra and choir. The most heart-rending moment was Daedalus’s despairing cries of “Icare! Icare!” after the boy had fallen – the women’s voices continued the despairing lament for Icarus with a repeated percussion- accompanied sequence (which, though initially moving, I thought by the end somewhat too much of a good thing!)

It followed that the fourth poem “The Fall” from Dante Alighieri’s “The Divine Comedy” eminently suited the sense of loss and failure which followed the fall of Icarus, equating it with the larger principle of success often being accompanied by failure. The words from both soloist and choir were unclear throughout, but a general sense of lamentation came across as paramount.

The fifth sequence, Astronomy, with lyrics by Nicolaus Copernicus, was given a passionately-delivered  performance by the choir, sparklingly punctuated with percussive scintillations, the words a paean of homage to the heavens, their beauties fully revealed through observation, as “the work of God”. A strikingly colourful contrast came with the setting which followed, that of Jules Verne’s “De la Terre a la Lune”  – I enjoyed the spaciousness of the orchestral textures and the lightness of the singing from the children’s choruses – the music had an engagingly innocent, almost naĂŻve quality about its buoyancy and confidence, and made an even more telling variance with what then followed, harsh, aggressive tones introducing words attributed to German inventor Ferdinand von Zeppelin regarding the use of aircraft for peaceful human interaction between nations, and concluding with the despairing words “Oh, the Misfortune!” – a nightmarish sequence mercifully relieved without a pause by humming voices introducing (or transitioning) to the next sequence!

This was a setting of aviatrix Amelia Earhart’s poem “Courage”, one which, though heartfelt, didn’t, in a sense, for me, convey sufficient real and palpable sense of the loneliness and solitude which would have been part-and-parcel of the explorer’s experience. It seemed intent, instead, upon morphing into a kind of show-stopping aria-like outpouring of emotion, almost a stock-in-trade moment which I thought missed some of the essence of what was Earhart’s achievement – however, others will (and seemed to at the time) feel differently! What however, garnered an undisputed unanimity of response was the following setting – an incredible evocation of implacable power, might and destruction far beyond ordinary human experience  – this was “Become Death” , J.Robert Oppenheimer’s famous quote from the Sanskrit Bhagavad Gita, upon witnessing the first nuclear bomb test in the United States in the 1940s, sung in the original language. Its effect was indescribable, remaining in my mind long after all other sounds from the work had ceased to resound – incredible in a kind of nihilistic way….the ghostly opening voices were followed by mournfully beseeching string tones, leading to sudden ghoulish reiterations of the voice representing Death the Destroyer, as the percussion incessantly roared and winds repeatedly shrieked, until all that was left was a piercing single note which died into nothingness…….

Just as impactful, but in an entirely different way was the composer’s treatment of the words of space’s first cosmonaut, Yuri Gagarin, a soulful statement of humanity that transcended national boundaries and  spoke for all peoples. I liked Tin’s “growing” of the voices from the men’s very matter-of-fact beginnings and burgeoning into a whole-choir paean of love and respect for Planet Earth, and the desire to “preserve and increase this beauty, not destroy it!”, then finishing with an evocation of “the power of the spirit” in mankind. It was, I thought in retrospect,, one that might well have provided a fitting climax to the work! However…….

The final setting was of words drawn from President John F. Kennedy’s famous  “We choose to go to the moon” speech in relation to the United States space exploration programme. While it seemed like a great idea for a setting in theory,  I actually found parts of it somewhat uncomfortable to listen to – though the sentiments expressed may have been worthy ones in their original context many of the words seemed to me here to be forced into a hasty marriage with a kind of all-purpose Disney-like musical surface sheen. Parts of the text did for me work, responding to music-setting more readily than did others – the section ‘We set sail on this new sea…..” down to “….the progress of all people” shared with the words a rhythmic swing and a lyrical unanimity of purpose – as did some of the section leading up to “….a theatre of war”……with appropriately baleful orchestral accompaniments.  And the rhetoric associated with weapons and hostile flags was appropriately mitigated by mention of “the banner of freedom and peace”. But so much of the rest of it (even the Mallory story, for example, containing the mountaineer’s well known reasoning for climbing Mt.Everest – “Because it’s there!”) seemed to me like earnestly-delivered note-spinning – words simply out of kilter with their music!

Obviously my reaction will not be shared by many, judging by the ovation the work received at the end – I am even finding myself at odds with younger generation family members who also heard the work!! And I did think Tin’s work in general an astounding achievement in its range and scope, despite what I thought were the occasional longeurs, and the final setting’s “in-places intractability”. The sheer impact, and the underlying message of the “Become Death” sequence, for one, will haunt my sensibilities for a long time to come, and I would readily go back to many of the other evocations to enjoy, once again, the various librettists’ inspirational words and Christopher Tin’s insightful elaborations through his inspired settings of almost  (in my opinion) all of them!

Very great credit to conductor Brent Stewart for his unflagging energies and inspirational direction – and to his performers, vocalists and instrumentalists, who manifestly “gave it all” throughout the evening – the coupling of “established” with the “new” was a great success, truly inspired and engaging, and the results as performed and received were nothing short of tumultuous tumultuous!

 

 

 

Resonances from the New Zealand Symphony Orchestra – suggestive Ravel, effusive Dessner and harrowing Shostakovich

AndrĂŠ de Ridder conducting the NZSO – image Latitude Creative/NZSO

RAVEL – Pavane pour une Infante DĂŠfunte / BRYCE DESSNER  Trombone Concerto
SHOSTAKOVICH – Symphony No. 8 in C Minor Op.65

David Bremner (trombone) New Zealand Symphony Orchestra / AndrĂŠ de Ridder (conductor)
Michael Fowler Centre, Wellington
Thursday, April 9th, 2026

The New Zealand Symphony Orchestra’s latest concert brought together three disparate works under the generic title ”Resonance”, demonstrating orchestral music’s well-nigh infinite variety of evocation in drawing from both specific and integral sources.

The most directly effusive of these was American guitarist and composer Bryce Dessner’s trombone concerto, one substituting for  a similarly-conceived work (Slip: Concerto for Trombone and Orchestra) by American composer Andrew Norman, one intended as a premiere! – disappointinngly, the original  soloist, Dutch virtuoso Jörgen van Rijen (who’s principal trombonist with Amsterdam’s Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra), was prevented by injury from presenting the work. However, the NZSO’s own principal trombonist, the deservedly popular David Bremner, gave at short notice the inspired substitute choice of Dessner’s work with a truly sparkling performance that merited an enthusiastic “local hero” audience ovation.

At the orchestral helm for this presentation was André de Ridder, the NZSO’s Music Director Designate for 2027, due to take over from Gemma New at the conclusion of her five-year tenure in the position. De Ridder began the concert with the orchestra in fine fettle for Maurice Ravel’s sheerly beautiful Pavane pour une Infanta défunte, procuring winsome solo lines from firstly a horn (a shade late, I thought, in sounding its opening note, but flawless thereafter), and winds and strings, each counterbalancing the music’s meticulous symmetries, until the whole orchestra lustrously returned to the piece’s opening melody, the harp as before gently caressing the piece’s breath-catching luftpauses. Conductor de Ridder’s ear seemed as fastidious as the composer’s in realising the music’s beguiling textures throughout.

Bryce Dessner’s Trombone Concerto certainly put player and instrument through their respective paces, even if the end result seemed for much of the work’s duration a kind of compendium of capabilities on the part of a skilled player of a distinctive-sounding instrument rather than an expression of distinctive pictorial, emotional or philosophical content. Perhaps the slow movement focused more directly on the solo instrument’s attempts to cohere with its sonic surroundings, a kind of metaphor for modern life’s isolation – with orchestral backdrops in places withdrawn and spectral- sounding, and in others contesting the ambient spaces with the soloist. And the third movement broke into different “dance” trajectories in places, seeming to invite (or perhaps “dare”) the trombone to join in (with trombone and trumpet actually sharing a few slinky measures of roguish alliance). I thought the work more entertainment than anything else, as befitted the traditional role of a concerto, Davd Bremner and his instrument well-nigh inseparable in their shared ownership of the work’s capabilities!

No two works could have made more of a contrast with Dmitri Shostakovich’s Eighth Symphony which took up the concert’s second half. Written in 1943 and following the enormous success of the composer’s Seventh Symphony as a wartime statement of patriotic resistance, the Eighth was straightaway a different kettle of fish. This work completely and utterly turned its back on the Seventh’s triumphal aspect and its glorification of the Russian people’s resolve in the face of the Nazi invasion – instead Shostakovich called the new Symphony “a poem of suffering”, and  “an attempt to reflect the terrible tragedy of war”.

Consequently, its Moscow premiere in November that same year, by the work’s dedicatee, Evgeny Mravinsky, though acclaimed by the audience, brought only tepid critical reviews, and savage official disapproval, which resulted in the work being withdrawn until its second-only Moscow performance in 1956! Since then, it’s gradually clambered towards a position of near pre-eminence among the composer’s symphonic works, as much for its historical range of ambiguities as its overall singularity of purpose. To a violinist in one of the early performances who remarked to Shostakovich on the wonders of the C Major passage that began the finale, the composer replied, “My dear friend, if only you knew how much blood that C Major cost me!”

This presentation from the NZSO was one to resound in the memory – André de Ridder briefly introduced the work to his audience, relating the music’s intents and purposes to the prevailing misery and hardship faced by people in the world’s present-day troublespots, and then plunging the orchestral strings into the dark-browed ambiences of the work’s at once sonorous and incisive beginning. Under his continued direction the sounds coalesced slowly and purposefully, the strings leading the way for similarly-wrought wind-playing, gradually building the tensions up to the movement’s series of utterly cataclysmic crescendi with their overwhelming evocations of widespread suffering caused by war and oppression. These were acknowledged eloquently by the extended cor anglais solo (here superbly delivered) which followed the orchestral maelstroms, and in tandem with the strings whose sounds seemed to us to emanate from the very souls of all who thus suffered. A brief brass fanfare attested to the human spirit’s refusal to accept defeat before returning to the lament, whose wrung-out intensities occasioned, at the end, the feeling of a  huge but guarded exhalation of breath!

Such an evocation brought forth not just one scherzo-like response, but two diametrically different reactions – the first, an Allegretto, was given amazing sweep and grandiloquence dressed up as grotesquerie, the irony savage in its futility, here brilliantly depicted by the winds, especially the piccolo and bassoon, and later joined in the onslaught by the percussion, with strings and brass gleeful collaborators. Then came the third movement Allegro non troppo, a savagely insistent orchestral toccata, here given the most trenchant performance I’d ever encountered since hearing Russian conductor Kyril Kondrashin’s 1960s Moscow recording – this was a fiercely relentless assault punctuated by a macabre circus-like sequence for solo trumpet and side-drum (brilliant, burlesque-like playing!), the energies veering in effect between wild exhilaration and fraught anxiety, and with de Ridder encouraging his players to occasionally push the intensities further forwards. It was a sequence culminating in some almost destabilising timpani-playing driving the needle into the red at the music’s climax while simultaneously giving birth to a sombre fourth-movement Passacaglia.

Here, the music’s previous agonies were echoed in a new and terrible kind of tranquility, called by one commentator “an expression of timeless grief”, and leading up to the  numinous impact of that C major chord which brought a ray of hope . De Ridder and his players performed as if inspired, here, with the sounds lifting us from out of the slough, reinvigorating energies and teasing out sensibilities as well as plunging us once more into a brief reiteration of those hellish first movement depictions of destruction and terror wrought by war and brutal dictatorship. After this we were dazedly brought back to our senses by a trio of instrumental voices whose superbly-wrought equivocal interactions and powerfully muted orchestral responses seemed to suggest that life for each one of us, despite its vicissitudes, would nevertheless go on.

An anniversary concert with delights aplenty from performers, music and venue – Benjamin Britten’s “Les Illuminations”

Benjamin Britten – Les Illuminations  – 50th Anniversary Concert
Gabriela Glapska (piano), Carleen Ebbs (soprano), Jessica Oddie (violin),

St.Michael’s Church, Upland Road, Kelburn, Wellington
Monday 9th March 2026

Review by Peter Mechen (Middle C)

The last time I heard Benjamin Britten’s haunting song-cycle “Les Illuminations” make an appearance in a Wellington concert programme was in 2009, featuring tenor Benjamin Fifita Makisi , with Marc Taddei conducting the Orchestra Wellington Strings. So, already feeling in “overdue  mode” regarding this work “live”, I suddenly found my interest in this particular 50th anniversary tribute to its composer compounded all the more by the prospect of hearing the work from a trio of soprano, violin and piano.

Britten had originally written the work for soprano and string orchestra, though it came to be strongly associated with his long-time partner, tenor Peter Pears, via a famous composer-directed recording! But rather than inhibiting further divergence, “Les Illuminations” has enjoyed almost more interpreters that one could count, and with each that I’ve heard imparting a singular kind of pleasure in bringing out a particular aspect of this music’s many-faceted character.

The opening declamations proclaimed a magnificent unity of purpose from all three musicians – Gabriela Glapska’s piano sounding the fanfares whose exhilarating insistence brought forth soprano Carleen Ebbs’ wonderfully stentorian declaration of confidence –“I alone hold the key to this savage parade”, to which violinist Jessica Oddie’s highlighting of certain of the instrumental lines made a perfect foil in places for both voice and piano, enriching the instrumental texturing, and deepening and diversifying  a character of exchange between the voice and its accompanying phrases on both instruments. In places the “ensemble” between the vocal tones and its accomplices recalled the richness of a chamber group rejoicing alike in an alternation of unity and divergence.

The second verse, “Villes” captures and revels in all kinds of excitable physicalities and profane imaginings  – “Des cortèges de Mabs” generates from voice and players a positive whirlwind of propulsion, while “Les sauvages danset sans cesse” (the savages dance unceasingly) until body and mind remove themselves and us to calm confusion.

Then what a change comes with the following “Phrase”, the eeriness fully captured by violin and piano, as Ebbs’ voice transports us to tremulously ecstatic heights from which we serenely fall without a moment’s discomfort at the end. Her serenade “Antique” has a kind of adoring idolatry, whose longing is betrayed by the loveliness of the descending vocal line, beautifully filled out, here; while the following “Royaute” depicts a kind of commoner’s gentility in a fanciful world of heroic, quixotic music.

I enjoyed Ebbs’ courting impulses of abandonment and confidence in  riding the syncopations in “Marine”, just as I relished her different treatment of the ”savage parade” motif in the following “interlude, sounding “entranced” rather than savage and determined, and imparting poise and feigned indifference at first to the subject of her “Being Beauteous” – a mood that turns to urgency as ecstasy and its darker side crystallise our responses to beauty – piano and violin similarly “play” with the singer’s anxieties.

No time was wasted with “Parade”, with singer, pianist and violinist busily cooking up the sloughs of misery and malcontent, depicting the “cruel procession of tawdry finery” and Ebbs’ voice and characterisation enjoying the deliciousness of the descriptions, the whole scenario put in perspective by the singer’s authoritative “I alone hold the key to this savage parade”. How beauteous, after all of this, was the end, with Ebbs’ voice serenely rising and falling with the instrumental lines, and partly heartbreakingly, partly stoically leaving the instruments to allow the silences to surge softly backwards at the end – all as satisfying as it was harrowing.

On the strength of this I would readily encourage groups performing this work without an orchestra to consider employing at least a violinist to join with the singer and pianist – would a cellist joining such a group work? – Though I found the violin’s addition amply satisfying, one might try, perhaps even with a string quartet! – however, this present trio of musicians made moments of real magic in St. Michael’s with this work – Britten himself could well have been amazed and possibly even delighted with it all!

There were other things on the programme as well, two works in arrangements by Britten and two adorable pieces by Elgar preceding the main work – and afterwards, we heard the trio perform an excerpt from Handel’s opera, from “Theodora – the ravishing  – “O Sleep, why dost thou leave me”; and Reynaldo Hahn’s “A Chloris”, the latter a beautiful setting remarked on by one commentator as “beyond doubt the summit of Reynaldo Hahn’s art as a pasticheur”, so readily does it reflect the Classical world.

The Britten settings, firstly of the folk-song “Down by the Sally Gardens”, followed by an arrangement of Purcell’s “If Music be the Food of Love”, set a delicate, nostalgic folkish sweetness against Purcell’s  wonderfully elaborate concoction, both songs given appropriate vocal colour and elegant “turnings of phrase” to bring out their respective characters, as well as  enabling us to enjoy the sound and vocal artistry of Carleen Ebbs’ voice, further anticipating the major Britten work on the programme.

From another time and place came the two works for violin and piano by Edward Elgar, neither of which I’d heard before as solo violin and piano arrangements. Jessica Oddie and Gabriela Glapska deliciously charmed us with both of these pieces, performed with just the right amount of simplicity and subtlety of nuance that left one hanging upon each note as a kind of object to be savoured – very much a a listener’s delight in small pleasures.

Just as significantly, these introductory items also gave us ample opportunity to enjoy the glorious sound of the human voice as captured by St,Michael’s Church, whose existence as a concert venue I hadn’t discovered until relatively recently, and whose qualities I would certainly enjoy exploring again in the near future. In sum, a delightful and memorable concert experience

 

Darkness to light never brought so much relief! – from Shostakovich to Mozart via Ross Harris, at Roseneath’s Long Hall

Darkness to light never brought so much relief! – from Shostakovich to Mozart via Ross Harris, at Roseneath’s Long Hall

Comfy Concert #8 from the Chamber Pot-Pourri Ensemble

DMITRI SHOSTAKOVICH – String Quartet No. 15 in E-flat Minor
ROSS HARRIS -Long Hall Quintet 2025
WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART – String Quintet in C Major KV 515

Helene Pohl, Donald Armstrong, violins
Nicholas Hancox, Chris van der Zee, violas
Rolf Gjelstan, ‘cello

Special Guest Item – KASTURUN (Traditional Javanese composition)
(performed by The FIrst Smile Gamelan Ensemble)

The Long Hall, Roseneath, Wellington
Saturday 15th November 2025

Kaibosh Food Rescue Benefit Concert

This eighth and final 2025 Comfy Concert marked the 80th anniversary of The Long Hall (built in 1945) and called for a special presentation, which the organisers and musicians involved  responded to with memorable and resonant results! Violinist and founder of the “Comfy Concert” Series Helene Pohl shared with us in a programme note details of both the year’s performances and the successes of the concert’s affiliated Charity Kaibosh Food Rescue, and its associated colleague organisation Arohanui Strings, as well as introducing all of today’s performers, including a Special Item from the First Smile Gamelan Ensemble  which concluded the concert.

Though not officially sporting the title “From Darkness to Light” today’s presentation couldn’t have been better described in terms of its overall trajectory. Beginning with the Fifteenth and final String Quartet of Dmitri Shostakovich, the occasion brought to us the uniquely fascinating culmination of the composer’s epic but sadly unfinished journey towards realising his dream of producing a string quartet in each of the twenty-four keys.  We were confronted right at the outset with a work that itself all too readily seemed to proclaim that “this was the end” for its composer.

Both the work’s genesis itself and preparations for its first performance were instigated under profound difficulties, and not only for Shostakovich, with his by then recurring health problems (the work was finished in May of 1974 while he was convalescing in a Moscow hospital). At this time Sergei Shirinsky, the cellist of the Beethoven Quartet (the group to whom the composer had entrusted the premieres of nearly all his quartets) was himself already ill after suffering a heart attack earlier that same year, and died not long after the group had begun rehearsals of the work. Shostakovich had to reassign the work’s premiere to another ensemble, the Taneyev Quartet, to whom he had previously shown the work as well, and who were thus able to fulfil the task in November 1974.

Every detail of the quartet contributes to its singular character – all six or its movements are marked  Adagio, with the fifth movement, Funeral March, given the extra descriptive weight of Adagio molto. All are in the key of E-flat Minor, and are played without a break, adding to the concentration of intensities throughout. As well, the Quartet gave the work here in the relative gloom of shuttered windows and drawn curtains, heightening the almost funereal atmosphere of the music’s world – not that there was absolute stasis throughout the work, which in places demonstrated both agitated and heavily louring trajectories – but all such impulses were transfixed, encapsulated throughout in a kind of over-riding heartbeat of inexorable transience….

Interestingly, Shostakovich’s instructions to the performers were recorded as “Play the first movement so that flies drop dead in mid-air and the audience leaves the hall out of sheer boredom” – however, I felt entranced instead, charmed by the quasi-hymn-like lines and their evanescent harmonies, and definitely left not wanting to leave! But then, with the Serenade, introduced by the first violin’s sforzando-like exclamation, followed by several of the others’ similarly disconsolate cries (even the ‘cello joins in, after some initial hesitation!), the “dream” took a darker turn, the waltz-tune that follows fraught with anxiety, as were the aggressive pizzicati that punctuated the continued sforzandi! The Intermezzo (superbly addressed by Helene Pohl’s frenzied figurations!) felt for much of the time in the nature of sharing a space with a trapped and frightened animal, before calm returned, and the Nocturne’s wonderfully “haunted”, almost creepily luscious melody was sung on Nicholas Hancox’s sonorous viola, before the ensemble took the music on a kind of “walk on the wilderness side” – a real “fled is that music? – do I wake or sleep?” moment in the work!

The Funeral March grandly reclaimed the work’s focus with both viola and ‘cello soliloquising in between the solemn, more “publicly-delivered” ensembled statements – Rolf Gjelsten’s  cello eloquently voiced the private emotions of the music in contrast with the grander outbursts, everybody “chording” passionately and ambiently, while the solo instruments gave utterance to their individual lines.   How like the composer to then counter such focused moments of both public and private feeling with an Epilogue which returned us, as here, to the uncertainty of life’s existence!

Helene Pohl’s frantic agitated salvos at the movement’s beginning unnervingly took us into a kind of bedlam out of which we heard snatches of the work’s opening hymn-like chanting, with Donald Armstrong’s violin desperately trying to reclaim what seemed like a distant memory – one that was obscured by the cello’s churning disquiet from the depths, and the violins’ disconsolate duetting – but we were also diverted by the onset of strangely fairy-like agitations, unquiet spirit voices which unnervingly haunted both solo lines and the ensemble’s briefly-concluding chorale-like note.

At the end, one could only sit and reflect in the silences that “surged softly backwards” at what visions, strains and impulses the composer had seen fit to characterise as his “swan-song” in this genre……very great honour and credit to the players for taking us with them to what felt like such unnerving degrees of visceral immediacy! (Incidentally the Quartet was, in fact not “the end” for its composer, as its music seemed to suggest – the following year he completed a Viola Sonata Op.147, a work dedicated to Fyodor Druzhinin, violist of the aforementioned Beethoven Quartet – sadly Shostakovich died
in hospital within a month of finishing the work and without ever hearing it performed.)

This concert enjoyed a “thrice-blessed” aspect – not only had we participated in the tribute played by the series to a great twentieth century composer, but we could then witness and enjoy another “tribute”. This came from Wellington composer Ross Harris who had attended several of these “Comfy Concerts and been inspired by a number of features which gave the occasions their singular kind of distinction – the composer himself made reference to the distinctive charm of  the hall  and the miracle of its preservation as a community resource, as well as representing a bulwark standing firmly in support of musicians who were presently experiencing “tough times”.  With Shostakovich himself being a kind of embodiment from a different era of “tough creative artist times”, his quartets’ performances seemed here more than apposite – though Ross confessed that his main stimulus in composing for the venue a commemorative work was hearing at one of the earlier concerts a string quintet by Mozart!  Of course it all fell together very nicely when in tandem with another of the divine Wolfgang’s quintets programmed to finish this concert.

Beginning with a ‘cello solo, the music resonated through the instruments in turn, with the second violin inverting the melody and modulating entrancingly, even toying with a kind of “re-inversion”! A running theme from the violins was cheered on by a pizzicato viola figure, before a chorale-like section proposed further inversions decorated by beautiful descending pizzicato notes – I liked the Ravelian touch of violin and viola in unison octaves, and the dance-like sequence underlined by the pizzicati. Even Schoenberg’s Verklarte Nacht came to mind at one point, with an extended viola solo taken further by the ‘cello, a few breaths of mosaic-like textures fixedly engaging our sensibilities. Then, a square-dance theme danced across the spectrum, eventually giving way to a dream-time sostenuto mood, achingly sustained into a silence. One needs, of course, further hearings to “place” these detailings more coherently, but on first acquaintance each seemed to me delightedly satisfied with its own “moment” in time and space, and along with its composer at the end were given all due appreciation.

The Mozart Quintet which followed was not one I’d heard for some time, and I’d forgotten just how extraordinarily detailed both the first movement exposition and development were – such rapid-fire modulations which at one and the same time “flowed like oil” and took one by surprise with their adventurousness, such as the major-to-minor contrasts of the opening theme, and tne “light-as-a-feather” touchings and elaborations of the second subject – beautiful playing in thirds in so many places, after all of which the insouciance of the ending was an all-the-more delightful touch.

The Minuetto, brisk and athletic, seemed straightforward enough until the onset of  the Trio’s churning chromaticisms! – what were these, and where was it all leading to? Had Mozart lived longer he might well have further anticipated Beethoven’s  “new paths” and perhaps even bypassed some of it in taking his own way! The Andante is largely an amiable dialogue between Helene Pohl’s violin and Nicholas Hancox’s viola, with Rolf Gjelsten’s ‘cello counterpointing the viola to mellifluous effect in places – while the finale is a truly ensemble affair, with crisp, energy-sharing exchanges involving plenty of major-minor variants of phrase-swapping, and nifty thirds bounced in tandem by the “pairs” racing around and about the anchoring cello – it was all so memorable and celebratory and, and boded well for continuation of “the same but different” at the “Long Hall” in seasons to come!

Finally came the third of the “tributes” which helped give this occasion its distinctive flavour – this was a special performance item featuring  “The First Smile”, the name taken by  the gamelan ensemble whose instruments and regular performance activities are centered around  “The Long Hall”, which is now established as the group’s home. The Instruments were first brought to Aotearoa New Zealand in 1974 by Allan Thomas, Senior Lecturer in Ethnomusicology at Victoria University of Wellington from Cirebon, West Java, who had located the instruments from a collection of heritage items held on location at a once-active royal court, and with the help of fellow-ethnomusicologist and composer Jack Body organised their purchase and transportation to New Zealand.

The instruments are played regularly by a small group of dedicated musicians, as well as by students from Roseneath School (The Young Smile) and preschoolers and new entrants (The Little Smile). In December 2024, The First Smile released an album of compositions for the ensemble, available through Rattle Records as a CD or digital download.

This afternoon we heard the ensemble perform Kasturun, a traditional Javanese composition, said to evoke an image of angels standing in heaven, a conjuring up of traditional imageries wrought by musical structuring which employs repetitions of the same motif. The sonority of the instruments was partly determined by their different sizes, resulting in vastly different kinds of timbres associated with particular images and emotions – endlessly resonant evocations and fascinations drew us into an interior world of a different order to that which we’d experienced earlier in the afternoon, and we couldn’t hep but feel refreshed and reinvigorated by the experience of renewed gratitude for yet another aspect of “The Long Hall” and its bounty.

 

“One of a kind” WYO/WYS/WYC “EARTH” concert lives up to expectations – and how!

WYO/WYS/WYC at the Michael Fowler Centre, October 2025  – photograph: Jiani Li

EARTH
Wellington Youth Orchestra,
Wellington Youth Sinfonietta,
Wellington Youth Choir

Solace Ward (viola)

Conductors: Mark Carter (WYO)
Chris Van Der Zee (WYS)
Rowan Johnstone (WYC)

Programme:
JAAKKO MANTYJARVI – Announcements
SARAH HOPKINS – Past Life Melodies
REUBEN RAMEKA – Waita
ANDRE J THOMAS – Rockin’ Jerusalem
LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN – Overture “Egmont”
ANTHONY RITCHIE – Viola Concerto
Interval
FRANZ SCHUBERT – Symphony No. 8 (Ist Movement)
JAKE RUNESTAD – “Earth” Symphony
GIUSEPPE VERDI – Grand March from “Aida”

Michael Fowler Centre, Wellington
Sunday, October 19th, 2025

A “One-of-a-kind” Concert, said the publicity – and in terms of range of repertoire, performers and level of achievement, this presentation by the combined forces of Wellington’s various “Youth” music ensembles certainly lived up to its description! Nor were the items all “standard” repertoire, but in some cases were chosen to highlight particular aspects of the concert, adding to the “special character” of the event. Consequently, we were treated to a feast of different kinds of music-making, both instrumental and vocal, and featuring individual as well as ensembled skills.

A particular feature of the afternoon’s presentation was award-winning solo violist Solace Ward’s performance of New Zealand composer Anthony Ritchie’s Viola Concerto. At the conclusion of the concerto, and to the delight of the audience, Solace was presented with the Tom Gott Cup (from the trophy’s actual namesake himself!) which added to the pleasure and singularity of the occasion!

In a masterstroke of programming, the concert’s opening was one of delightful singularity from the Wellington Youth Choir under Rowan Johnston  –   a whimsical item courtesy of Finnish composer Jaakko Mäntyjärvi, sporting the unnecessary title Announcements. We were both informed of and enjoined by the choir to observe the usual pre-concert protocols associated with health and safety, including emergencies  – my favourites were the request for our cell-phones to be switched off, with its paused reminder “Do it now!” which followed – and the somewhat Kafka-esque (ICE-like?) message that “unaccompanied minors will be removed – and may be destroyed” …..

Australian composer Sarah Hopkins’ work Past Life Melodies which followed was once performed by a choir of over 7,000 students with orchestra, didgeridoo and harmonic whirlies at a 2000 international sports event – while this performance didn’t replicate the sheer magnitude of that presentation, it still presented a unique kind of ambient realisation of what the composer terms her  “deeply resonating inner voices”, besides drawing upon influences such as “open-throated” chant singing from Eastern Europe traditions, and Aboriginal-inspired chant and overtone singing. Its beginnings were hummed, then differently voiced, the chant-like melody accompanied by drone notes, the sounds then fanning out beautifully, employing different repetitive patternings and vocalised syllables. Gradually whistling sounds joined the textures, whether voice- or instrument-produced I couldn’t tell, but the effect was certainly at once inner-worldly and redolent of incredibly vast spaces and long- past times…….

At first I thought the next item’s title was a misprint for the word “waiata” – but it turned out to be Reuben Rameka’s Waitā – the name of one of a collection of stars whose grouping creates the Matariki cluster, one associated with the oceans and the foods gathered from it, and with the associated tides and floodwaters. Waitā speaks to listeners of the responsibilities of caring for the ocean environment to which, of course, we owe such gratitude for our continued sustenance.

The words and music described the mingling of fresh and salt waters, the tides that ebb and flow, and the journeyings made to these places of great abundance in the domain of Tangaroa. Single voices evoked the coming together these waters from the land to the sea,  the choir giving voice to the star clusters of Matariki to shine upon the people below and give them signs for the  necessary gathering of food, naming the great oceans and the multiplicity of food that abounded in them.

Different voice texturings  described the tides that ebb and flow and move in unison and as the various fish species were named, the soprano voices floating a unison over the more vigorous lines. Single voices exchanged lines as the canoe  moved to shallower waters, to gather seafood “for a mouth-watering feast from the domain of Tangaroa” – the piece readily evoked a sense of ritual, of order , and of tradition regarding such resource-gatherings  – “Ki tai toitu te marae a Tangata Toitu te tangata”…..

Concluding the Youth Choir’s  bracket of items was Andre J. Thomas’s Rockin’ Jerusalem, a song in the Afro-American tradition – the choir’s male voices began a jazzy rhythm, joined by women’s descant voices, who then took up the rhythmic patterns and punched out the words with crystal-clear declamation! Heartfelt and inspiring, in an upbeat and compellingly physical way, the performance scored a great ovation at the end, a tribute incorporating the choir’s overall achievement!

Came the Youth Orchestra’s turn, introduced by conductor Mark Carter, and beginning with the inspirational “Egmont” Overture by Ludwig van Beethoven – a work based on a play by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe about a 16th-century nobleman, Lamoral, Count of Egmont in the Netherlands, one executed by the Spanish for his resistance against the oppressors of his country. Mark Carter got splendid attack from all his players right from the opening chord, and especially with those famous repeated lower string notes right in the middle of the allegro section, answered so plaintively by the winds. And how well the players kept up the excitement of the concluding “Victory Symphony”, with its steadfast piccolo flourishes ringing splendidly out at the end!

The Anthony Ritchie Viola Concerto brought soloist  Solace Ward onto the stage for what I thought a by turns sensitive and invigorating performance – the work got away to a wonderfully attention-grabbing opening, with almost Oriental-like texturings bolstered by exotic-sounding winds and percussive splashings, and the viola vigorously dialoguing with garrulous winds, giving an impressive of being on an urgent journey to somewhere! The brass cooly and insouciantly slowed things down (I was reminded of Holst’s “The Perfect Fool” ballet music momentarily) while the viola tended to gravitate towards the more fun-loving strings and winds’ tumbling antics, despite a brief but arrestingly expansive interlude. We were again borne aloft by the music’s renewed momentums, with the viola striding confidently along in the flow of it all, when a gong seemed to sound a “that’s enough” kind of warning, bringing the flow of fun to an end.

But what a heartfelt outpouring from the soloist we then heard, taking over the new movement’s beginning, with horns giving the player support and the theme additional colour! Oboe and piccolo joined in with the strings  in supporting the continuance of the soloist’s melodic venturings until a timpani sounded a kind of counter-trajectory, the viola dancing with the winds as the timpani strengthened its rhythmic pulsings  – but the soloist steered the music back to the rhapsodical – leading to a further idyllic cadenza and making the most of these “all creation standing still” moments!

Came the dance, hesitant and quixotic at first from the viola, but gaining confidence and elan, the orchestra joining in – suddenly the mood was almost Coplandesque, the rhythms proudly prancing, the violist folkishly “bending” some of their notes and an even more vertiginous mood overtaking the trajectories. And then, with the music seeming to flip-flop between sinuous grace  and vigour,  the brass decided to sound a concluding note as if enough fun had been had for one day!  I actually enjoyed it all immensely and could have gone on dancing and singing until the cows (?) came home, but…..still, well-deserved applause for Solace Ward as much for their partnership with others in the concerto as for their soloistic efforts – one day, if I’m lucky, I hope I will hear them play the Walton viola concerto!

After the interval it was a largely symphonic second half, with firstly Chris Van Der Zee on the podium and his charges, the Wellington Youth Sinfonietta, taking on the first movement of Franz Schubert’s “Unfinished” Symphony – a big “ask” for anybody when considering the enormity of the piece in so many different ways, but a task that the young players seemed to relish! The lower strings struck the right amount of gravitas with the opening, the oboe and horns articulated their notes with suitable wonderment, and the whole orchestra dug into the chords that completed the sequence. The second subject had a lovely “lilt” to all its parts, with tenderly-phrased string-tones, contrasted with the sharp attack on the answering chord and its successors! We got a repeat of all of this which more than doubled the pleasure, before the players took to the awaiting excitements of the development section with gusto, Chris Van Der Zee guiding them through the varied soundscapes of conflict and respite with ease and surety.

Then came the concert’s most ambitions item, a performance of US composer Jake Runestad’s “Earth Symphony”, a five-movement work with chorus, whose text by poet Todd Boss chronicles a “conscious history” of Planer Earth over eras of awakening, longing, devastating, lamenting and renewing, with human beings characterised as “mirabilia”, whose marvels and miracles were misused by ambition, characterised by archetypal legends such as the fall of Icarus, and the lamenting by the betrayal and death of the Carthage Queen Dido, but with Nature planning renewal on her own terms, with the eventual return of “a day like the first day”.

I had no text to follow at the concert, being a technophobe when it came to ‘phones and cyber-things, but still caught enough of the choir’s message to follow the basic outline of the run-together sequences, marvelling at the forebearance and stamina of the musicians involved in their unflagging saga of presentation throughout the work –  the epic scale of utterance and its many contrasts enough to demonstrate  what seemed a cosmic tale of endeavour and tragedy.

Beginning the work with primordial-like utterances from percussion and lower instrumental forces, an archetypal scenario of self-creation brought forth “humankind” with the name “Mirabilia” from thought and desire, with instruments and voices almost lullabic in describing the act with the words “You mirrored me to you”. A parallel was drawn with the Icarus legend by the choir’s fearful “How have you fallen so soon?”, a scenario growing from joyous dance and exhilaration to tragedy at ambition so overweening  – “waxen wings undone”  –  the exultation breaking off, with the brass sounding warnings and the sounds gathering weight and urgency. The choir gave voice to fears with cries of “terrore atmosphaera” as a litany of destruction was enacted, the earth itself crying “I am rage! I am war!”, and most damning of all rebukes – “Briefest of species, what have you done?”,. The brasses sounded grotesque mutterings and the strings and cor anglais took up a lament, as the words “Sleep now, my children” were intoned by the choir to Purcell’s well-known “Lament” from “Dido and Aeneas”, the Earth reiterating its message  by the full choir delivering the melody and the orchestra following with a tortured, twisted version of the same.

The final “Recovery” seemed beyond time as we know it with eerie sounds characterising what seemed like a now-humanless world, which the choir described as “empty space – dormant stone”, then murmuring an almost “Sleeping Beauty” scenario of nature overgrowing and subsuming all “human stain”.  However, the enigmatic ending, after describing a “none shall witness – none shall weep” kind of realm, had the Earth addressing this thought to the empty spaces using the aforementioned name “Mirabilia” – is human life here being given a second chance?

Whatever one’s thoughts regarding the work, the achievement of conductor Mark Carter and his forces in bringing it to a level of performance enabling its merits to be considered was of stupendous mettle! – I would have been supremely content to have left the hall at this point with such a multifarious panoply of sounds resonating in my memory – but under the circumstances an all-in finale involving both of the youth orchestras was as appropriate in a different sense! – so the midships were crowded for a spirited rendition by all available hands of Giuseppe Verdi’s “Grand March” from “Aida” which certainly brought the house down in a different way! Great singing and playing did it all proud, with the brass in particular heartily enjoying themselves – as, in fact, did we all!