Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Ayre

Last night, a friend and I went to see Golijov's Ayre, performed by Soprano Dawn Upshaw and a brilliant group of CSO musicians. We were completely blown away. Dawn Upshaw is extraordinary in anything she does, but this was so different, such a stretch, combining classical operatic technique with wild, folk-inspired rhythms and tonalities. Golijov himself introduced the song-cycle, and his speech--along with the program notes--framed it as a rumination on the interweaving of Christian, Arab, and Jewish folk traditions, in Medieval Spain/the Middle East/North Africa, and the Jerusalem of today. An excerpt:

"I lived in Jerusalem for three years and was in contact with three cultures and their musics--Christian, Jewish, and Arab....In this song [Wa Habibi--My love], the melody is sung twice, but with Dawn uttering it in different ways. You go from a very Christian feeling to a completely Arabic feeling. I wanted to explore how little you have to change in order to cross the border from one culture to another." (Golijov)

After the performance, we had an opportunity to meet Golijov and the performers over beer and pizza. I have to say, the MusicNow series at CSO is absolutely the best thing going.
Salud!

2 comments:

johnny said...

Just a general comment of thanks, for the first time, i clicked the little button up top that says "next blog" and yours was the blog that came up. i do not know "Ayre" or many of the things you've written about (a reflection of my ignorance, for certain) but i appreciate your pov!

i especially liked "rocks in my head"---what is it with boys and rocks?-- my son collects rocks from everywhere, and now has taken to "rock scrambling", just cant get enough of it--soon it will be rock climbing, i'm certain!

take care, johnny

Laura said...

Thanks, Johnny! How nice to have a real comment. I'm used to stone-cold silence or strange spam-like posts.

Yes, boys and rocks; there's some irresistible lure there. My son moved from collecting rocks to foreign coins to comics, but whenever we're at the beach, he still fills his pockets with interesting rocks.

Had not heard of rock scrambling before. Sounds like fun.

Cheers,
Laura