By J. Robin Coffelt, Theater Jones, March 7. 2019
Bang It Out
The Percussion Collective gave an unforgettable performance in the Soundings: New Music at the Nasher series.
Dallas — I can’t recommend going to an all-percussion concert when you have a migraine, as I did on Friday. But under pretty much any other circumstance, the March 1 Soundings: New Music at the Nasher performance by The Percussion Collective was a can’t-miss experience.
Occurring concurrently with not only the opening of the Dallas Opera’s Manon Lescaut and a Dallas Symphony concert featuring Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto, Soundings nevertheless managed to pack the house, as has been the case for every Soundings concert I’ve attended. This kind of attendance is far from universal at “new music” concerts in the Dallas area, so what is Soundings’ special magic? Is it the venue? Maybe, although galleries are inaccessible by concert time, so you’ll only get passing glances at any of the sculptures. Is it the free wine and champagne? It can’t hurt. But it’s also the astonishing level, consistently, of the musicians Soundings brings to Dallas.
The Percussion Collective is a group of young musicians, some of them university faculty members and others full-time performers, who play in variously sized groups to present music for percussion ensemble. Friday’s concert employed four percussionists—Ji Hye Jung, Matthew Keown, Ian Rosenbaum, Sam Seyong Um—and an enormous array of instruments. The first half of the program was set up as a sort of theater-in-the-round, with the four musicians at the four corners of the “stage,” backs to each other. A (mostly) meditative piece, Salvatore Sciarrino’s A Rustling of Thirty Years began the program. With its organic sounds of waving tree branches and swishing water, the piece was almost hypnotic, but any trance was periodically broken by the crash of dropped objects or metal bars clanging. Like all of the Percussion Collective’s Friday program, this was performance art almost as much as music.
Because it’s rather difficult, on a program such as this one, to know when a piece is truly over—have the rustling leaves ceased, or just paused?—the group wisely chose to begin the second piece attaca, without pause, after the first. It was James Wood’s Village Burial with Fire, a piece which could not have contrasted more dramatically with Sciarrino’s meditative rustlings. Here, a Hindu burial ceremony is evoked, using rhythmic vocalizations and microtonally pitched xylophone-like instruments as well as an enormous quantity of other instruments, both conventional and obscure, found and created, to suggest the inspiration for Wood’s piece.
After a half-hour intermission to completely reset the hall into a more conventional setup, with musicians at the front and the audience in rows of chairs behind, the group concluded with Martin Bresnick’s Caprichos Enfáticos: Los Desastres de la Guerra (Emphatic Caprices: The Disasters of War). This eight-movement piece, with projections based on Goya etchings, uses as its basis the farandole, a Provencal dance usually in 6/8 time. But this was a dance based in minimalism, and players seamlessly took over each other’s roles, like a game of percussive musical chairs. In the third movement, very loud, unison drumming, like some hybrid of Japanese drumming and rock music, alternated with contemplative, almost languid piano chords played by Seth Knopp. (Piano is a percussion instrument, after all.) Slowly, the piano and the drums overlap each other, forming surprisingly complex textures and colors. By the fifth movement, the musicians are striking the enormous bass drums as if they’re imitating the hammer blows in Mahler 6. (Yes, if you’re following along, my migraine was not super happy about this turn of events. But really, it was great, theatrical music-making otherwise.)
Later, whisperings of, perhaps, Latin, a tubular bell reminiscent of a cathedral chime, and rosary-like shell clickings evoke a Catholic Mass, then the character shifts again, to end with the unison percussion and piano, with piano moving in and out of phase with the drummers.
This was truly masterful performing, and it is a lesson in getting capacity crowds to contemporary music performances. If the Nasher can fill its hall for a percussion ensemble, then perhaps there is a more robust market for contemporary performances than we might believe. It’s not just the free wine, I don’t think.