Event: Intimate applause, an OVATION for Canadian classical music

On Tuesday March 22nd, 2011, Roy Thomson Hall hosted OVATION: Celebrating Classical Music at the JUNO Awards. Presented by Toronto Symphony Orchestra music director Peter Oundjian, the evening honoured Canada’s contribution to the classical genre with performances by some of this nation’s best, including Anton Keurti who won the very first JUNO for classical music in 1977 and who is also an Officer of the Order of Canada. Other guests included soprano Measha Brueggergosman, violinist Lara St. John, cellist Winona Zelenka, and the Gryphon Trio.

You’d think, with a line-up like that, Roy Thomson Hall would have been sold out. Especially considering the turn-out that the TSO receives for non-Canadians such as cellist Yo-Yo Ma (although the Toronto Music Garden was designed by him). I expected a celebration of Canadian classical music to draw a much larger crowd. In fact, in all my years of attending symphonies at RTH, I have never seen it so sparsely populated. (Even the line-ups for drinks at intermission were short. Gasp.)

But in a way, the small crowd only added to the experience.

Upon entrance to the hall, the stage was set with only two pianos and sporadic chairs. The empty seats around the rear of the stage, and along the sides, increased the feel of vacancy and decreased the distraction of capacity. Sat in the centre of row “A,” my view was of the stage alone. Usually seated in the mezzanine or balcony, I enjoy taking in the crowd, the orchestra in its entirety, the event as experience. But last night, I felt almost as if I had snuck into a private dress rehearsal. It was vulnerable, candid, self-deprecating; it was Canadian.

Immediately, cellist Winona Zelenka commenced the sorrowful “Prelude” from Bach’s Cello Suite No. 6 in D; its ethereal strings echoing out into the void of space.

Peter Oundjian took the stage upon Winona’s completion, introducing the event and the next performers, Tafelmusik Baroque Orchestra. For a Baroque lover (if it ain’t Baroque, don’t fix it!), nothing could lighten the mood more than an uplifting Vivaldi. And to top it off, the selection, Concerto for Two Violins in A Major, Op. 3, No. 5, Allegro – Largo, was taken from Tafelmusik’s recent “Galileo Project”! An incredible interplay of music and images from the Hubble Space Telescope. “The Galileo Project: Music of the Spheres” is also a performance that Tafelmusik has taken around the globe. Using historical instruments, “Tafelmusik was a time-machine […] sweeping the audience out of its seats and back to that magic period between 1650 and 1750” (The Royal Gazette, Bermuda, January 1999). Never failing to provide a feast of song, the Orchestra transported me last night, as it did its audience in 1999, back to the heart of the 17th century. If only I could don a lavish gown, be drunk off jugs of wine and full of swan, venison, and wild boar… dancing ’til dawn to the strumming Baroque guitar.

Sigh.

But returning to the 21st century, and the celebration of Canadian music, Peter Oundjian reminded us that more JUNOs have been handed out for classical music than any other genre. We have an outstanding pool of talent in Canada, including R. Murray Schafer, who composed the Duo for Violin and Piano; the “Third Movement: With Great Vigour and Intensity” of which was performed by St. John’s musicians Duo Concertante.

Mr. Oundjian joked about Schafer’s inclination to quip, especially when naming his pieces. And his Third Movement was no exception. The struggle between piano and violin was SO vigorous and SO intense it transcended mortal conflict and became a testiment of freewill versus determinism; order versus chaos; reason versus the absurd.

Providing a rest after that tense performance were the Gryphon Trio, with Beethoven’s “Ghost.” Ludwig just has a way about the piano. A delicacy that is only his. (Although, at times, also an intensity.) In “Ghost,” the apparition’s ivory fingers played through pianist Jamie Parker, softly drifting between Annalee Patipatanakoon’s violin and Roman Borys’ cello, as they brought the Allegro to life. Astor Piazzolla’s Las cuatro estaciones porteño followed.

Concluding the first half of the evening, Lara St. John took the stage, accompanied by Serouj Kradjian on piano. Lara’s latest album Mozart, a collaboration with her brother Scott St. John and The Knights, is nominated for Classical Album of the Year. Performing the world premiere of “Falling” from Russian Evening Suite, composed by Gene Pritsker, the passionate violinist played with eyes wide shut. Her presentation was aggressive at times; then sorrowful. It was pained. Russian. And fell to barely a whisper on both keys and string.

Following intermission, Winona Zelenka again set the mood for the remainder of this intimate celebration, by performing Gaspar Cassadó’s Suite for Solo Cello. The legendary pianist Anton Kuerti took the stage next, with Felix Mendelssohn’s Fantaisie in F-sharp Minor. Any one of the night’s performers could have held their own for the entire event, but none so much as Anton. Alone with his Steinway, playing without sheets, history tickled every guest. And rivalling Anton’s talent was his humility. Thanked by Peter Oundjian for a performance Anton gave years ago in honour of Peter’s late father, Anton replied, “It was your father’s idea.”

Breaking up the intensity, we were privy to a touch of humour in the form of a scuffling stage hand, desperately failing at obscurity as he set up the music stands for the next act. Exiting to a hearty round of applause, the stage hand graciously bowed to the crowd. Again, an intimate and candid experience one normally does not find amongst the symphonic.

Angèle Dubeau & La Pietà, an all-female ensemble, striking in black and red, consisted of strings and one piano (strangely positioned backwards). Performing the Suite from The Hours, both myself and my companion J experienced evocations of scenes far away from Roy Thomson Hall. For me, the strings rolled in like waves, and I thought of the tsunami washing over Japan. Then the piano entered, rebuilding the wet notes.

Perhaps my imaginings were not too far off, considering the next piece by Armenian chamber ensemble, Amici, of Serouj Kradjian’s Elegy for restive souls, was written in honour of the 20th anniversary of the 1988 Spitak earthquake in Armenia (then part of the Soviet Union). The performance opened with pizzicato (plucking of the violin strings), like ticking of a clock. Then a very sorrowful clarinet joined, and both were randomly attacked by pounding of piano keys. The clarinet gave a playful, fluttering quality to the piece, with an emotional violin, and cello depth balancing between the two. The piano was clearly the event; the straining of the strings, the tragedy; and the woodwind seemed a survival of the spirit and of nature. The clarinettist played on two instruments; the second more muted than the first.

Serouj clearly composes with the same passion as he performs with on piano.

Finishing off the evening was (my favourite!) soprano Measha Brueggergosman, singing “Le temps des Lilas” from Poème de l’amour et de la mer by Ernest Chausson. Stunningly raw, bare-footed, and clad in a ragged-chic gown by Canadian designer Magpie, Measha commanded the stage like only she can. Her expressions are so powerful they stretch her visceral voice from her diaphragm to the depths of every audience member’s core. She is simply amazing. I have seen her perform “Ode to Joy” at the TSO, and Elletra in Mozart’s Idomeneo with Opera Atelier. She is actually returning to OA for their 25th anniversary season to perform in La Clemenza di Tito from April 22nd to May 1st, 2011.

At the end of the event, Peter Oundjian thanked the sponsors and the contributing designers (aside from Magpie, a few other performers – and Peter himself – wore designs from Canadian Rosemarie Umetsu), and then welcomed Measha Brueggergosman and Lara St. John back to the stage for a surprise Mozart encore!

All things considered, while it may have been an intimate applause, OVATION stood tall as it celebrated Canadian classical music during a JUNO Week fuelled by Drakes and Justin Biebers.

B-b-b-bravo!

Culture: On John Adams, from Nixon to Noir



Have you seen this man? If not, please do. His name is John Adams and he is a creative genius. (He’s also a composer.)

On February 12th, 2011, I attended The Met: Live in HD at the Cineplex on the Queensway for a live broadcast of “Nixon In China” and it was awesome. Can’t wait to buy the 4hr-long CD!

Coco Recommends: President’s Choice Greek Yogurt

As you may or may not know, I usually start my day with a breakfast of green/herbal tea and plain yogurt with nuts or seeds and honey. I buy full fat yogurt because I prefer the creamy texture, and I can’t believe fats from healthy foods are bad for you. I don’t scarf back McDonald’s (lately) or potato chips (since I ran out), but I do indulge in 10% M.F. Liberté yogurt. SO GOOD.

But, I think my 10% M.F. days may be over, thanks to Galen Weston Jr. and the President’s Choice kitchens.

Hello, 0% M.F. Greek Yogurt! It’s only $3.99 per large tub (compared to $4.99 or so for Liberté), and comes in a few flavours. They were all sold out when I was last at Loblaws, but I don’t really like pre-flavoured yogurt anyway; I would much rather buy the plain and doctor it up myself. (Also because I use yogurt to make rosé sauce for pasta, raita for dals and curries, tzatziki for lamb burgers, et cetera, which would most likely taste rancid made with strawberry or wild blueberry flavour.)

This morning I made my own strawberry yogurt, with organic honey and raw pepitas.


I recommend if you don’t eat Greek yogurt to give it a try. The texture is amazing (none of that nasty gelatin) and you will feel like you’re indulging even though it’s “fat” free!

Thanks again, Mr. Weston! You done good.

Bon apètit,

x

Gardening: Update on my allotment plot

I’m not sure if this post is good news or bad news.

Last week I finally tracked down the exact location of my (potential) Allotment Garden plot. I am on the waiting list for York Gardens at Jane & St. Clair, but even the City representative I spoke with on the phone couldn’t give me an exact address for the plots. And the last time I tried to find them, I failed, but not after a freezing two-hour search. Turns out I was one street south of York Gardens. If only I turned left, not right on Jane! But I did get to see a part of the city I usually don’t visit. And I found the Danier Leather Outlet shop that I hadn’t been to since I was 15 years old. (Leather heaven!)

Here’s the exact location of York Gardens:


It’s a long hydro corridor, across Scarlett Road from the Lambton Golf and Country Club, lined with the backs of small homes. In the distance are a few apartment buildings– where, I would assume, the majority of the plot owners reside since the houses in the area (mainly bungalows) all have a yard.


There are three LARGE fenced-in areas full of plots. It appears as though the areas were alloted to gardens at different times, because the plots closest to Jane Street all have fences around them, and seem to be more fully worked. The middle area has no fences between the plots; the third area, closest to Scarlett Road, has no gardens within at all. I assume this third area is for new plots, which makes me think I will for sure be getting one in April. There’s even enough empty space in this corridor for another area to be fenced-off between the third and Scarlett Road.


The reason why I chose Jane and St. Clair over the plots in High Park was two-fold: first, I strategically thought my chances would be better here. High Park is the most sought-after Allotment Garden location, and I read online that everyone but two on the waiting list last year received plots due to the increasing age of the current owners, and their inability to bequeath the plot to relatives. I figured the odds were this would not happen two years in a row. The second reason I chose Jane & St. Clair is because I enjoyed the juxtaposition of having a garden plot within an urban area. High Park is not urban; the plots are low-down, in a little valley, surrounded by oversized trees, and makes me feel as if I am in the countryside not the city. I like the idea of knowing I’m in the city and making the most of it. (Jane & St. Clair is also the second-closest Allotment Garden to my apartment.) It doesn’t have any shade, but I could always ask my Daddy-O to help me construct a small pergola. And tomatoes love full sun. I also just love the cute way people have made the most of their little plots.


HOWEVER.

This morning, whilst having my tea and English muffin, watching WNED and reading the Toronto Star (le sigh Saturdays), I came across this article by Diana Zlomislic: a Star Investigation, the title reading Agent Orange sprayed along hydro corridors. Ms. Zlomislic writes, “Ontario Hydro sprayed hundreds of thousands of kilometres of power line corridors that ran through parks and farmers’ fields from 1950-1979.” She also describes the health effects that the original workers suffered (allegedly) from exposure to this deadly chemical cocktail: neuropathy, polyps, heart problems, bladder cancer, melanoma, and other cancers.

UM. The York Allotment Gardens line a hydro corridor.


Clearly the province knew these hydro corridors were sprayed with Agent Orange. And clearly they must have known this history when alloting the land to the City of Toronto for use as public gardens.

What side effects come from that past exposure to Agent Orange on the produce grown there today? Do we not choose to grow our own food to limit the chemicals used on them, or at least to be fully aware of them? Does the City let gardeners know of this chemical past when they are allotted their plots? I emailed Diana Zomislic this morning to ask if she could direct me to more information on this issue. Will keep you posted (pun intended) on any developments of interest.

In the meantime, I have to admit, I’m starting to wish I put my name down on High Park’s waiting list. At least my friend ME is on it; if he gets one, I will ask for a small square to grow my tomatoes and maybe some beans. Ooh and some beets and some heirloom carrots! I want my plot! Stupid Agent Orange. Just another example of one generation f-ing things up for the next.

Sigh,

x