after last night’s concert, it is now impossible for me to mentally untangle ives’ unanswered question from adams’ wound-dresser from britten’s sinfonia de requiem. by brilliantly stringing these beautifully anxious works together so deliberately, coach kalmar has created a musical trinity clearly greater than the sum of its parts. and that’s saying something, since each individual work is so achingly breath-taking. this past month or so, i’ve spent far too much time reading and thinking about the transcendentalism of these works (trust me), and the very mahlerian sound of charles ives (trust me), and the sordid biography of benjamin britten (trust me), and the poems of walt whitman (trust me). but instead of embarking on a term paper, i’m just gonna keep on sittin’ with the many questions and fears and desires that prophet sanford and the band brought to light yesterday. more true than with any other concert this season, words simply fall short. i highly, highly urge y’all to hear this performance live, either this afternoon at the schnitz, the night of thursday the twelfth on the isle of manhattan, or 5pm p-town time on thursday when *all-classical 89.9 (like an absolute angel) broadcasts the carnegie concert live.
[btw, take a wild guess as to which industrious rodent got interviewed on-air by the absolutely fantastic andrea murray for the special presentation on thursday may 12th…]
…holy shit, c’mon mary, i gotta catch an 11pm flight!!!