Rush Hour Concerts

Eschewing Dancing Shoes – MCA & St. James Cathedral – August 22, 2023

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I won’t dance, don’t ask me (it’s a knee thing), but I’ll watch, or listen. So I had to decide between the Museum of Contemporary Art’s Tuesday on the Terrace program featuring the Puerto Rican Bomba dance music of Bomberxs D’Cora of La Escuelita Bombera de Corazón, and Bongani Ndodana-Breen – Two Nguni Dances, the first piece being played by Trio Diorama at the St. James Cathedral Rush Hour Concert.

I decided to start with the outdoor event (knowing that I likely would be staying indoors most of the next two days due to the expected thousand degree temperatures).

I found joyful music and a fun atmosphere at the MCA once I talked my way in through the “wrong” door, but not before pointing out to staff all the flaws in their entry system, which, I’m afraid, left a sour taste in my mouth (and possibly my name on Santa’s naughty list), so, after 15 minutes, I headed for the church, not for absolution, but rather for Felix Mendelssohn’s Piano Trio No. 1 in D minor, timing my arrival perfectly to catch the excellent performance in the venue’s last concert of the summer (groan).

The Kontras Quartet – Rush Hour Concert – St. James Cathedral – June 7, 2022

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To my knowledge this was the first concert I’ve attended where one of the pieces was inspired by Xhosa culture. (I’ll wait while you look that up.)

But more interesting, from my standpoint, was that Apologia at Umzimvubu was written for strings in the 21st century, and yet there was enough relationship between the notes that I could actually listen and enjoy it. It wasn’t chalk on a blackboard. High praise.

That said, the quartet’s graceful interpretation of Florence Price’s String Quartet No. 2 in A Minor was more my style.

But, apparently, not that of the woman with the plastic shopping bag who plopped down behind me during the third movement, fiddled annoyingly with her possession for five minutes, and then left, saving me the need to make a citizen’s arrest.

Rush Hour Concert – The Romantic Piano Trios – June 15, 2021

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Having survived last week’s brave new world experience of an indoor concert with masks and limited capacity, I went back to St. James Cathedral, where MingHuan Xu (violin), Alexander Hersh (cello), and Winston Choi (piano) serenaded us with lovely pieces from Robert Schumann and Fanny Mendelssohn-Hensel.

I’m told that the restrictions may be taken off for next week’s concert. I’ll be pleased to go without a mask, but have a fondness for the current attendance rules, as it means that I don’t have to mingle with too many people, especially those who have come out of hibernation with an apparent insatiable need to shake hands, which is so 2019, the last time I (or anyone else?) had a cold.

I wonder if the cicada that may, depending on the weather, soon be emerging from their own dormant state (the app Cicada Safari states that periodical cicadas emerge in large numbers when the soil temperature reaches 64º F and often after a soaking rain) also will want to shake hands (or legs in their case). I might prefer that.

Chen String Quartet – Rush Hour Concert – June 8, 2021

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This week, at the St. James Cathedral, for the first time since March 10, 2020, when a scientist walked into the bar I was at and started talking about thermodynamics, I attended an indoor event at a site that wasn’t a vaccinated friend’s residence.

Clearly, the Chen family had kept practicing during The Great Lull. Even world-class musicians might lose their edge spending 16 months just sitting around eating bonbons and catching up on old episodes of My Mother the Car.

Attendance was limited to 100, in a space that can accommodate, I am told, over 400. And masks were required, though a very few people decided that the rules didn’t apply to them, and pulled theirs down when no one, except me, was looking. Apparently these attendees were special, though they looked much like anyone you might encounter on the street, just as do the aliens among us who are posing as humans and small puppies.

I must admit that wearing a mask throughout the concert did cause me to grow somewhat sleepy as I breathed in my own fumes. Perhaps I should have brought a mask from home, rather than use one I found in the garbage receptacle on the corner.

Rush Hour Concerts and Broadway in Chicago

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Fifth House Ensemble – Rush Hour Concert – St. James Cathedral – July 2, 2018 (better late than never)
Broadway in Chicago – Millennium Park – August 13, 2018
Avalon String Quartet – Rush Hour Concert – St. James Cathedral – August 14, 2018

The abbreviation used for the Fifth House Ensemble is 5HE. Since the group I saw play was composed of three women, I thought 5HE was supposed to look like SHE. Very clever. But no. The musicians I saw are part of a larger group that makes up 5HE and some of the members are men. Oh well.

Anyway, it was a wonderful musical performance, BUT, the videos that went with it, didn’t. The one during the first movement displayed a vague nothingness that made me instead think of the song Nothing from A Chorus Line, which actually is about something.

During the second movement, they showed someone painting a picture, which struck me as a poor man’s version of Bill Alexander on the PBS tv show, The Magic of Oil Painting, in the 1970s.

The cellist did a lot of head shaking, which suggested that she probably doesn’t play golf, or at least not well.

The Avalon String Quartet added another cellist and beautifully played Schubert’s String Quintet (four plus one equals five) in C Major, which the program notes said ends in a slightly ambiguous note. My only confusion was as to the basis for that statement.

The upright bass player in the orchestra backing up the performers (who were shuffled on and off stage as if they were the singing waitstaff at Ellen’s Stardust Diner in Times Square) at the Broadway in Chicago event kept looking at his top hand, which led me to a fun online response to a question about guitarists doing that, which ended by saying that “if your eyes are closed all of the time you may miss important visual cues like when the song is supposed to end”, which reminded me of my torts law professor’s unambiguous declaration that if you change the facts, you may change the result.

 

Music and Poetry – Rush Hour Concert – July 10, 2018

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I went for the music and suffered through the poetry.

I could have just skipped the program altogether, but the scheduled gypsy music sounded promising, if unpronounceable – Hullámzó Balaton, Op. 33 (Jenő Hubay), Dža more (Sylvie Bodorová), Zigeunerweisen, Op. 20 (Pablo de Sarasate), Hungarian Dance No. 1 in G Minor (Johannes Brahms) (okay I can pronounce that one), and, in fact, was beautiful and extremely well-performed by the Civitas Ensemble.

Someone from the Poetry Foundation recited the poetry between the musical selections. The first poem was short. The second was longer and more complex. The third was much longer and dealt with the horrors of World War II, so, not really fun. I would have preferred it if at least one of them would have started with a line like “There once was a man from Nantucket.”

I took a poetry writing course in college. The best part of the class was the experiment the students conducted on the professor. The professor had a habit of wandering around the classroom as he spoke, which led us, pranksters that we were, to attempt to manipulate his behavior. So we selected a corner of the room as the spot to which we wanted to lead him and proceeded, in a noticeable way, to pay a lot more attention to him when he approached that corner than when he went anywhere else in the room. Eventually we got him to curl up like a ball by the window in the selected corner, seemingly without the slightest recognition of what we had done. So, while I may not have learned to appreciate poetry, my psychology class was fruitful.

Fulcrum Point New Music Project – St. James Rush Hour Concert – June 26, 2018

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The last movement the horns-only group of Fulcrum ensemble members played was labeled in the program as moderate swing. That designation didn’t mean a thing. I don’t know what the notes looked like on paper, but there was no swing feeling to the piece at all, which was too bad because I only suffered through the preceding 25 minutes of the concert, the best part of which was the faint sound of the church bells in the distance at the top of the hour, in the hope that I would enjoy the ending.

My mind wandered from the start, wondering why the French Horn player had his hand stuck up his bell. (No, that’s not a colloquialism used by the author of Sex and the City and Us at the Writers Museum last week.) Was he looking for something he dropped in there, like a note? Probably not, as I learned from a website that described the positioning and musical function played by the inserted right hand, which got me to wondering why it said right hand. It turns out that the french horn is “almost totally a left-handed instrument, and furthermore unique in that respect amongst all musical instruments.”

My research into the french horn also led me to frenchhorn.net, which has a joke about C, E-flat, and G going into a bar, which helped alleviate my suffering.

Watching the trombone player reminded me of the Final Jeopardy answer on June 11, which was “In playing this instrument whose early version was called a sackbut (again, not a term from Sex and the City), it’s about 6″ from A to B, about 7″ from C to D.”

I also observed that the tuba player briefly inserted a mute into his instrument, which made me pine for an all-muted concert, where the sounds could be left entirely to my imagination.

Five Venues – Seven Programs – Eleven Days – June 5-15, 2018

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In anticipation of the upcoming Make Music Chicago day on June 21, here’s a recap of the musical performances I’ve seen recently (not counting the Porchlight Revisits 1975 I already wrote about).

On June 5th I got a taste of the Rose Colella Quartet, along with the Cajun shrimp risotto, at Andy’s Jazz Club.

On June 8th I attended the noonday concert at Fourth Presbyterian Church, featuring pianist Mio Nakamura. I hadn’t been there in a while, in part because some recent programs were organ music. Other than people who play the organ, the phantom of the opera, and Johann Sebastian Bach (and he’s dead), who likes organ music?

The next evening I stopped by Millennium Park to check out the Chicago Blues Festival. The sound of a harmonica lured me, like a sailor to the Sirens, to the Wrigley Square stage to watch Chicago Wind, featuring Deitra Farr and Matthew Skoller. I wasn’t injured, but I thought there was a faint smell in the air that suggested that others around me may have [been] wrecked.

The next afternoon I went to see a Crossing Borders Music program Honoring Refugee Composers at St. James Cathedral, featuring music of composers from Syria, Armenia, Iran, Croatia, Germany, and Uruguay, the number of whom, unfortunately, about equaled the attendees.

Two days later I went to the Rush Hour Concert at St. James, where John Macfarlane (violin), Anthony Devroye (viola), Brant Taylor (cello), and Kenneth Olsen (cello) performed Anton Arensky’s String Quartet in A Minor. Wonderful music, but I longed for the folding chairs they used to add in the back, which I find more comfortable than the pews.

Afterward I went to Jazz on the Terrace at the Museum of Contemporary Art, getting there during the break between sets. Sadly, I liked the recorded music they played during the break better than the live band, so my stay was short.

Finally, on June 15th, I enjoyed the Grant Park Music Festival at Millennium Park, featuring music of Gluck, Mozart, von Weber, and Elgar. This year’s new security measures were painless, as I didn’t bring any laser pointers, drones, or firearms with me.