2001 Tanglewood reviews

Chuck Mangione Tanglewood Jazz Festival

August 31, 2001, performance reviewed by Dave Conlin Read

Chuck Mangione dispensed with the formalities and opened his set Friday night with the familiar Land of Make Believe, giving the big crowd at Ozawa Hall what they came for right away. The 60 year old central New York native, who made ‘fluglehorn’ a household word three decades ago, then proceeded to lead his six piece band through a dozen numbers of thoroughly convincing jazz, before closing with the equally familiar Feel So Good (plus the encore Freddie’s Walkin)

Rendered threadbare by the jammed jukebox of pop culture, those huge hits seem incongruous containers for the big, bright, and bold tunes they book-ended. Best known as the maker of those memorable, romantic, melancholy melodies, Mangione tonight showed himself to be a savy leader of a very bluesy jazz band. Chuck Mangione – Amazon page

The solos were done craftily so that the audience didn’t lose the focus of the tune – they coalesced to serve the song, rather than sacrificing the song to serve the solo. Like in the third number, a tune that’s even more familiar than Mangione’s biggies, and one in which Mangione and his outfit accomplished the unbelieveable task of making it sound and feel as fresh as a thunder storm.

They built a boisterous, unabashed blues out of Amazing Grace, a tune that’s included in the new album Everything for Love, and the tune that this auditor will be coming to hear the next time this band comes around.

Sonny Rollins at Tanglewood Jazz Festival

September 2, 2001 Tanglewood concert review by Dave Read

Calling them “world-class people, all of them,” Sonny Rollins introduced his band to the audience right at the start of his Sunday afternoon concert, and then went on to turn Ozawa Hall at Tanglewood into world headquarters of jazz for about 2½ hours. Coursing through a dozen compositions in two sets, the eloquent, elegant, and limber Rollins led his five-piece band in a performance that shone with a singular brilliance, but probably would have had many matches in the decades when giants of bebop roamed the planet by the dozens.

During his band-mates’ solos, he may sidle over by the piano, snapping time with his fingers, or stand head-bowed and motionless, facing in the same direction as the audience. All the while a world of emotion emanates from the stage, uttered by six individuals in language that is both sacred and profane, terse and wordy, crisp and chewy. Sonny Rollins is a commanding presence as he moves around the stage. His body seems to operate in sections during his own solos, as he goes high right for one run of notes, low left for another, and so on. The concert included In His Solitude by “our father” Duke Ellington, Why was I born? by “our good friend” Jerome Kern, “one that I wrote for the great Horace Silver during the halcyon days of bebop called H.S.,” and “our theme song, which we recorded with John Coltrane for Prestige, Tenor Madness.”

Rollins longest introduction was for Global Warming (from the 1998 Milestone recording of the same name). Saying it came from “the stupid mind of a musician who thought that we were despoiling the water” and mentioning the horrors of being in L.A. in the daytime and not being able to get a good tomato that wasn’t full of chemicals, he seemed dismissive of the composition’s impetus, ending by saying, “but hey, that’s politics.”

Whether or not art and politics make good bedfellows, politicians (and their enablers) would benefit by a daily dose of this composition, which is driven by the kind of infectious rhythm that makes you want to get up and bop around; not dance, but become one with the music as it rises and falls – just be – just bop. It makes you feel good, and it makes you want to communicate with those near you, maybe not with words, maybe not in an intimate nor a profound manner, just with cheerfulness and joy.

Sonny Rollins’s band: Clifton Anderson on trombone, Stephen Scott on piano, Bob Cranshaw on electric bass, Perry Wilson on drums, Victor See Yuen on African percussion.

Seiji Ozawa conducts Salome at Tanglewood

August 4, 2001 Tanglewood concert review by Dave Read

For his Tanglewood swan song as BSO Music Director, Seiji Ozawa chose to conduct Richard Strauss’ Salome, Opus 54, performed without staging and costumes – no dancing the Dance of the Seven Veils. No matter; Strauss’ music and Oscar Wilde’s poetry, brought to life by the Boston Symphony Orchestra and an impressive cast of vocalists, led by Deborah Voigt, were more than enough to elicit an eruption of applause that lasted well after Maestro Ozawa had scurried off the stage of the Koussevitsky Music Shed. (Photo shows Seiji Ozawa seated behind podium while soloists took their bows.)

Salome Dancing Before Herod, by Gustave Moreau

This was an hour and three-quarters of incomparable aural beauty; a sonic statue sculpted by Ozawa. Whenever anyone present muses on the Maestro’s Tanglewood tenure, this performance should reverberate in memory, as Haiku does. Instead of a set full of scenery and costumes for the singers, they stood on a platform behind the orchestra. The opera’s literary and artistic antecedents include the Gospels of Matthew and Mark, a short story by Gustave Flaubert Herodias, and a panoply of paintings, including one by Gustave Moreau that inspired Oscar Wilde.

With only minimal dramatic action to follow on stage, one was free to focus on Oscar Wilde’s poetry via the supertitles. For example: As soon as Salome’s entreaty to Jokanaan,

“I am amorous of thy body!… The roses in the garden of the Queen of Arabia are not so white as thy body… Nor the feet of the dawn… Nor the breast of the moon…”

is rebuffed by Jokanaan: “Back daughter of Babylon! By woman came evil into the world…”

– Salome revises her opinion on his body and shifts her attention to his hair: “Thy body is hideous… It is like a plastered wall where vipers have crawled. It is like a whitened sepulchre full of loathsome things…. It is of thy hair that I am enamored, Jokanaan. Thy hair is like clusters of grapes… The long black nights, when the moon hides her face, when the stars are afraid, are not so black as thy hair.”

Left on the page, such language may look overblown, if descriptive and colorful. Its magic lays in the rhythm, the repartee of the dialogues, the contradictions and emotional swings. In performance, it allows the singers to display the full range of their gifts, as the score does the orchestra. What better choice than Salome as Ozawa’s swan song to Tanglewood!

It is delicious to speculate on the similies Wilde would draw if he were to describe Ms. Voigt’s performance. She was a commanding and brilliant presence; her performance was a masterpiece, rich as a Michelangelo.

This was Seiji Ozawa’s good bye to his beloved Tanglewood, delivered with the full vocabulary of music. He spoke no words to the audience – which would have been as silly as shining neon lights on the Sistene Chapel.

(Editor’s note: It would be 4 years before James Levine’s Tanglewood debut as BSO Music Director, with a performance of Mahler’s Symphony No. 8.)

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Seiji Ozawa Tanglewood on Parade

July 31, 2001 Article by Dave Read

Nearly 20,000 fans witnessed Seiji Ozawa’s last turn leading Tanglewood on Parade, the annual celebration of (and fund-raiser for) the Tanglewood Mucic Center. It was probably the last time we’ll see him cue the cannon of the Eastover artillery battery that joins the massed orchestras for the 1812 Overture, the traditional close to the program, but probably not his swansong as cannoneer. That’s because he received as a parting gift an authentic Civil War cannon, which is more likely to end up at his West Stockbridge cottage than to follow him to Austria, where he becomes director of the Vienna State Opera next year.

The spectacle of Tanglewood on Parade reminds us that these Berkshire acres are the world of music’s summer home. This year’s TMC fellows, who will go on to careers with the world’s great orchestras, came to Lenox from places such as: Tirana, Albania; Shannxi, China; County Louth, Ireland; Jerusalem, Israel; Amarillo, Texas; and Kishinev, Moldovia. Throughout the bright, sunny afternoon, they gave recitals, ensemble, and chamber performances across the Tanglewood campus.

Maestro Ozawa, of course, was the star of the evening program, taking turns on the podium before and after stints by André Previn, Keith Lockhart, and John Williams. Second star went to Chris Brubeck, whose composition, Convergence: Concerto for Pops Orchestra was given a wonderful performance by Lockhart and the Boston Pops.

The 8 PM brass fanfares by the TMC Fellows, including Copland’s elegiac Fanfare for the Common Man, serves to draw the audience’s attention away from the conviviality of the lawn and toward the Shed. The opening number, Verdi’s Overture to La forza del destino, focused their attention on music. It was loud and fun, marked by crescendoes that one could’ve walked away humming if it hadn’t been followed by even more memorable music.

Previn followed Ozawa on the podium to conduct the TMC orchestra performing Benjamin Britten;s Sinfonia de Requiem, which was commissioned in celebration of the 2600-year history of Imperial Japan in 1940. Previn, whose conducting style looks the antithesis of Ozawa’s, elicited a fine performance from the orchestra, which brought the piece to a stirring close.

Lockhart and the Pops opened the second half of the program with the very engaging and intriguing Convergence: Concerto for Pops Orchestra, which was commissioned just last year by the BSO and premiered at Symphony Hall on May 16. As the 49 year old Brubeck wrote then, “They wanted a piece that would weave classical, jazz, and even funk elements…to challenge and showcase all the sections of the orchestra.” Well, he scored big time, particularly in the second movement which had great jazz elements, including a trumpet and trombone duet, some deft brushwork by the drummer, and a teasing coda that fooled many in the audience.

This august institution on sacred grounds amid these hallowed hills being all about tradition, a new one seems to be Pops emeritus conductor John Williams‘ cienmatic interlude. This year’s entry was “Hedwig’s Theme” from the upcoming blockbuster movie, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Williams followed that with the lovely A Hymn to New England, which he wrote to accompany a documentary-travelogue for the Museum of Science in Boston.

Then Williams made the presentation to Ozawa of the cannon, which was rolled onto the stage temporarily. After brief remarks by the Mastro, he led the combined orchestras in a fresh and powerful rendition of Tchaikovsky’s famous overture. One wonders what thoughts lay behind the enigmatic expression on Ozawa’s face as he turned to cue the cannoneers one last time? Everything else was clear as a bell, including the sky over Stockbridge Bowl where the fireworks show brought a brilliant close to a memorable day.

George Benson, Poncho Sanchez, Nicholas Payton at 2001 Tanglewood Jazz Festival

September 2, 2001 preformance; article by Dave Conlin Read

Tanglewood sculpture tribute to Louis Armstrong; photo, Dave Conlin Read.

The audience responded enthusiastically to the set performed by Nicholas Payton and the Louis Armstrong Centennial Celebration Band leading off the triple-bill that closed the 2001 Tanglewood Jazz Festival. Though plagued by problems with the sound system, the band, featuring a seven-piece horn section, delivered a number of impressive solos on such Armstrong favorites as Potato Head Blues, Saint James Infirmary, and Hello Dolly.

This is not a tribute band in the sense of imitating Armstrong in performance; they are about copying the spirit of Satchmo and making new music from that, which is a lofty and laudable goal, but may be a disappointment for someone looking for an Armstrong fix.

Poncho Sanchez Latin Jazz Band

After one of the longest introductions in Shed history, the Poncho Sanchez Latin Jazz Band delivered a captivating set that combined Cuban, African, and Caribbean rhythms, soulful harmonies and sparkling improvisation. Among the many highlights was Sal Cracchiolo’s trumpet solo on the Thelonious Monk composition In walked Bud.

The Grammy award-winning Sanchez, who got his start with vibraphonist Cal Tjader in 1975, has said that “Our main goal is always to keep Latin jazz alive, growing and moving, while being authentic to the music that we love…And, as I always say in clinics, this music is not just for Latino people. It was born in the United States and it is American music. It is for everybody!’

And thanks to the exhortations of bongo master Jose “Papo” Rodriguez, everybody in the nearly-full Shed showed they “got it” by rising from their seats toward the end of the set and filling the aisles in a most improbable display of dancing.

George Benson at 2001 Tanglewood Jazz Festival; Photo: Dave Conlin Read.

Capping off the festival was the dual-threat George Benson, who hit the mark with both his steamy lyrics and his searing guitar licks. He gave an inspired and generous performance that stretched way past 11; he paid tribute to the locale, “Wo Tanglewood, I finally made it!!”; and he got the audience to engage him in a scat duel. He also took on a loudmouth in the audience, telling him: “Get your own show – now let me finish this crazy shit here.”

Benson’s performance proved that commercial popularity and artistic integrity are not mutually exclusive terms; although he has been head-lining at big shows around the globe for more than two decades, he played and sang tonight like he had something to prove.