| The
programme book describes the inaugural Ong Teng Cheong Concert as a spotlight
for "the best and brightest young musicians", which is a heady claim
that needs several qualifiers. Firstly, beginning this year, each concert focuses
on one instrument and this year's instrument is the piano. Secondly, Sunday night's
concert was so dominated by participants (performers and audience) from the Nanyang
Academy of Fine Arts (NAFA) that one could be forgiven for thinking that it was
a NAFA concert. The concert began with the premieres
of two chamber works by NAFA lecturer-composer Goh Toh Chai. Trios seem to be
a very popular format with Singaporean composers, and here Goh's Piano Trio
joins the ranks of Kelly Tang's Piano Trio and Ho Chee Kong's Visions
of Earthstone which were premiered respectively on 1 April 2001 and 2 April
2002 (no, really). This was our first experience
of Goh's music, and what we liked about his unconventional approach was the absence
of preciosity and orthodoxy. As the curtain-raiser, it set the evening's mood
for youth and newness. The notes tell us that the Trio was conceived as a student
work for four voices - violin, cello and the two hands on a piano. Unfortunately,
it ended up sounding, for the most part, more of a two-way exchange between the
piano and the two strings. One voice would carry the thematic material, while
the other would fill out the aural spaces with rhythm, chords and various interjections,
swapping places every so often.  Most
people, as it is, already have difficulty following serial music, and the lack
of a clear framework to Goh's largely abstract material did not help the bewildered
audience very much. The lack of purposeful direction in the Trio compounded the
distancing effect on the audience, not to mention a certain (shall we say) lack
of musical inventiveness which failed to reward the listener's sense of excitement
and anticipation. And all the more so for a contemporary composer, who has license
to throw off traditional constraints and is free to use practically any method
- not to say gimmick - to engage the listener. (Left)
Ms Sutini Goh, with violinist Kevin Lefohn at the NAFA Commuter Concert. Not
that it was the fault of the student musicians, who played with concentrated,
unexaggerated intensity of expression and technical security - pianist Sutini
Goh (and not Albert Lin, as the Chairman's welcome message in the programme book
suggests) has in fact been previously reviewed by the Inkpot in a NAFA
Communter Concert. However, it was hard to make sense of the music from the
dense, roiling clouds of overly-elaborate heterophony. But maybe we should forgive
the music its flaws, bearing in mind this was a student work. (Well, so was Kelly
Tang's Piano Trio, but what a difference between the two!) Goh's
Variations on Rasa Sayang is more recent and indeed received its world
premiere at the hands of Albert Lin. Not to sound curmudgeonly, but Variations
was not much of an improvement over the Trio. Goh has no shortage of creative
ideas in moulding the central theme, but he just doesn't allow himself enough
exposition to work those ideas out (let alone play "guess the influence"
with the listener). Instead, he is content to tail off each variation into an
apparently random and banal juxtaposition of styles and postures. One is reminded
of Phoon Yew Tian's Variations on a Transfigured Theme 'Rasa Sayang' (yet
another student work), with its imaginative use of tone colours and translucent
textures. Lin was an earnest advocate of this music,
tackling it with relish and poise (albeit uncharacteristically reading from score.)
It isn't that the Variations make no emotional or technical demands of
the pianist, but one needs to ask whether it merited the high-tension voltage
and extraordinary amounts of pedal which Lin applied. The result? Excessive swatches
of purple prose, and some surprisingly vulgar playing: the variation whimsically
called 'Boogie Woogie', for example, seriously lacked a sense of humour.
| View From the Pedestal "There has not
yet been a statue erected to a music critic, and you can quote me on that." Thus
spoke Carlo Curley, in Inkpot's interview
with him a couple of weeks ago. Critics throughout history have, of course, achieved
immortality (or should we say infamy) for their stark and colourful declamations
of woe and failure at premieres, only to be proven their irredeemable folly through
the passage of time. Stravinsky's Rite of Spring, Tchaikovsky's Violin
Concerto and Rachmaninov's First Symphony (no thanks, either, to Glazunov
who turned up to conduct drunk) rapidly come to mind. It is therefore all the
more surprising that people still take music critics so seriously. That may be,
perhaps, because sometimes critics do get it right, and nobody likes bearers of
bad news.
| Goh's music was
followed by an hour-long set of five Romantic pieces, four of which were virtuoso
transcriptions (and a dead giveaway as to Ms Nellie Seng's intentions of display
and spectacle.) Busoni's extravagant pianistic reworking of Bach's Chaconne
from the Violin Partita in D minor needs a sense of epic struggle, with
its transmutation of textures, sonority and even tempo, in an attempt to realize
harmonies which were hinted at but unfulfilled in Bach's original version for
violin. Ms Seng's intensively subjective response,
here as well as in the tortuous passages of the Bellini-Liszt Reminiscences
de Norma, was to pound away at the keyboard with startling aggressiveness.
She smashed her way through fistfuls of chords and stepped up the gas pedal.
Her inclination towards over, and in some cases, misplaced, emphasis sacrificed
elegance and finesse for a sopoforic haze of percussive sonorities which did not
endear. There were moments of idiomatic poetry and
insight, to be sure, none more evident than in the Chopin Ballade and Chopin-Liszt
Polish Songs. She left no doubt as to her technical prowess and quality,
yet at the same time exhibited a reluctance to let the beauty of the music through.
In the final reckoning, her brash approach, coupled with the sheer length of the
set, left everyone completely drained of energy by the time she was finished.
Sometimes, less is more. In a strange twist of programming,
the second part of the evening was shorter than half the length of the first,
with only three works on display. These were shared between sixteen students at
NAFA, who came on in ascending order of age, reminiscent of the Raffles City Music
Marathon mass displays. And that's not to say anything about the eclectic 'rojak'
of a programme - but more on this later. Reich's
Six Pianos received a welcome airing - and especially so soon after the
percussion group Nexus's recent
visit in 2001, whose members have actually recorded this work with Reich himself
(on the DG Classikon label, catalog number 439 431-2.) Reich, as far as the minimalist
school goes, is "minimalism with a vengeance": near-insignificant textual
alterations streched out over time-spans best measured in twenty-minute chunks,
with themes gradually moving in and out of phase, surging back and forth in hypnotic
waves. The audience could be forgiven for thinking that six handphone ringtones
could be programmed and allowed to just keep ringing and ringing... The
energy level of the playing here was high, with the melodic variation unfolding
as a gradual process, but never overwhelming the underlying original theme. But
the beauty of Reich's ostinato was in the big picture - listening to Six
Pianos is not unlike staring at one of those 3D Magic Eye pictures which were
so recently popular, and seeing a copasetic depth-image emerge out of seemingly
nothing. For this effect to be achieved, the tension
between the stasis of repetition and the slow evolution of melodic change has
to be subtle, so much so as to be unnoticeable. This requires the performers to
possess, on one hand, the stamina for iterative exactness and on the other hand,
a keen understanding of the layers comprising the architecture of the piece. This
was impressively accomplished by the six NAFA wunderkind, all below the
age of 12. They were evidently well-rehearsed, playing with precision and keeping
up a strong, infectious rhythmic line.  Milhaud's Brazileira and Holst's
Jupiter exist in two-piano versions, here augmented to four and six pianos
respectively in special arragements by the head of the School of the Young Talents
at NAFA, Mdm Fang Yuan. You have to wonder if this was a worthwhile exercise,
because the resulting timbre of six concert grands in the reverberance of the
auditorium was mind-numbingly syrupy and thick. We'll say this again - less is
more. (Left)
Darius Milhaud at the piano. In both Milhaud and Holst,
the tendency was for tempi to be unwaveringly fast. One could sense that the students
were uncomfortable with too sharp changes of dynamics or tempo that could throw
their ensemble off, even if they all looked determined to bring out their best
and put it on display. As a result, in the Brazileira, despite the flurries
of notes, pounding dance rhythms and striving melodies, the music lacked the last
bit of spontaniety and got nowhere fast. The tendency for the students in Brazileira
to nod their heads at the first down-beat of each measure was also very distracting
- quaintly eccentric at best, but we hope that this is not how they're being trained
to keep in time in chamber playing! Holst's Jupiter
was even more of a travesty. We could live with the selected tempo for the opening
allegro giocoso, but was the andante maestoso of the hymn and the
lento maestoso of the hymn's recapitulation lost in the transcription to
six pianos? Surely, the pianists were not scrambling through the music in order
to catch the last 11.55 pm train departing at City Hall MRT Platform 1? It
would be hard to say whether it was their untrammelled enthusiasm, or being assailed
by a random smörgåsbord of musical styles and arrangements lumped
together, that left everyone dizzy and bereft of energy by evening's end. It is
challenging enough (even for experienced audiences) to sit through two hours of
chamber and piano music. The lack of thematic unity or programmatic direction
is criminal. As praiseworthy as the Music Box purports
to champion "the best and the brightest" of local musicians, the evening's
display perhaps says lesser about the student-pianists (with whom we find no issue
at all in terms of basic musicianship) than perhaps about the quality of music
pedagogy in Singapore. The up-and-coming Singapore
Conservatory of Music is certainly going to give NAFA a run for its money.
Picture
of Darius Milhaud was obtained from the www.arts-musique-europe.com
webpage on Milhaud.
Both
Benjamin
Chee and Deanne Tan
had an earful of music. If
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