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Seattle Symphony Cellist Efe Baltacıgil Delights With Dvořák

Ludovic Morlot at Opening Night at Seattle Symphony, 2011 (Photo: Ben VanHouten)
Ludovic Morlot at Opening Night at Seattle Symphony, 2011 (Photo: Ben VanHouten)

Seattle Symphony showcased the talents of one of their own this past weekend, featuring principal cellist Efe Baltacıgil in a performance of Dvořák’s Cello Concerto in B Minor. A bustling Thursday night crowd at Benaroya Hall greeted the charismatic cellist, who has won many fans among Seattle audiences since his arrival in 2011. Though the Dvořák concerto seemed to be the highlight of the evening for many symphony-goers, the March 27 concert included two 20th century gems: Claude Debussy’s La Mer (“The Sea”) and Edgard Varèse’s Déserts.

Premiered in 1896, Dvořák’s Cello Concerto in B Minor remains a favorite among audiences for its memorable themes and wide range of musical colors. Like many of the composer’s other works, the piece draws inspiration from folk tunes of Dvořák’s native Bohemia (part of today’s Czech Republic). Full of appealing melodies and exciting exchanges between orchestra and soloist, the concerto has plenty to offer for new listeners and seasoned fans alike.

Cellist Efe Baltacıgil (Photo: Christian Steiner)

This interplay between cello and orchestra makes Dvořák’s concerto the perfect work for Baltacıgil. A skilled chamber musician, the cellist blended well with the orchestra on Thursday evening. At times, the performance felt like an intimate conversation between Baltacıgil, Morlot, and the symphony. I particularly enjoyed Baltacıgil’s numerous duets with flutist Christie Reside throughout the concerto’s three movements.

Baltacıgil also knows how to take a good melody and make it sing. His lyrical solo passages in the first movement oozed tenderness, while tumultuous sections of the third movement were full of passion. The piece’s second movement balanced between the two, equal parts sweet and stormy. Although he looked quite exhausted at times, Baltacıgil handled the quick transitions between emotions with finesse.

Any signs of tiredness disappeared at the start of the third movement, the most exciting and energetic of the three. Baltacıgil tucked in eagerly, like a schoolboy reaching for a second slice of cake. He kept the energy building all the way up to Dvorak’s deliciously drawn-out finale, bringing the audience to its feet as the last notes faded.

The second half of the program featured two 20th century pieces inspired by natural environments. Varèse’s Déserts was written after the composer visited New Mexico, while Debussy’s La Mer commemorates the composer’s love of the ocean. Speaking from the stage to introduce the two works, Morlot emphasized the power of both pieces to evoke the sensory of experience of these natural environments. “They were inspired by the same journey…by the memory of being in those landscapes.”

An innovator constantly in search of new musical timbres, Varèse was one of the first composers to experiment with electronic sounds. Déserts was one of the products of his tinkering. In its original form, the piece alternated between snippets of electronic tape and music performed by a chamber orchestra of percussion, piano, woodwinds, and brass. Though Thursday’s concert featured a later version without the tape, it’s easy to imagine the work’s jagged melodic snippets and clusters of percussion juxtaposed with early electronic sounds.

Though Déserts is abstract, lacking any suggestion of a melodic theme, it doesn’t take a huge leap of the imagination to envision the desert’s stark landscape in the piece’s collection of sounds. Percussion plays a primary role in the work, which requires a veritable army percussion instruments, from woodblocks and chimes to gongs, timpani, and a dozen drums of all sizes.

It was a treat to watch Seattle Symphony’s team of percussionists in action, briskly moving between instruments across Benaroya’s vast stage. A gigantic metal sheet made a shimmering sound when struck, evoking wavering mirages tucked in the desert’s heat waves. Snare drums positioned across the stage from each other traded volleys of taps and patters. Meanwhile, reedy woodwind notes wove between majestic columns of brass sound, which towered overhead like stone monoliths.

Like the ever-changing ocean it depicts, Debussy’s La Mer is restless, shifting through a spectrum of moods and vivid musical imagery. This is a piece that’s meant to be experienced live. Under Morlot’s baton, Debussy’s music leapt to life, full of joyous energy, with melodies and colors flowing across the stage and through the auditorium.

La Mer unfolds slowly with a first movement that evokes a morning on the open sea. Snippets of melodies are heard as the ocean awakens. Particularly tantalizing were brief solo passages by concertmaster Alexander Velinzon and English hornist Stefan Farkas. Morlot and the orchestra emphasized Debussy’s unusual rhythmic patterns, evoking frolicking waves illuminated by sunbeams peeking through the clouds.

Full of quicksilver scales and chromatic runs, the second movement showcased the Seattle Symphony’s string section. Emphatic harp plucks and swooping passages accompanied the swirling string melodies. The excitement reached its peak in the third movement, which depicts the clash of wind and water. Under Morlot’s direction, I could both see and hear Debussy’s waves rippling through the orchestra from section to section.

Seattle Symphony continues the concert season with Carl Orff’s 1936 masterpiece for orchestra and chorus, Carmina Burana. The work’s famous “O Fortuna” movement has been used in countless films and TV shows. The symphony presents three performances of Carmina Burana this week from April 3 – 6.

Jon Hopkins Tonight at The Crocodile

Photo courtesy of Domino Records.

As electronic dance music (EDM) is on the rise, there’s been no shortage of acts popping up with zany hooks and kookier personas. Stripping away the glitz and spectacle, Jon Hopkins has been producing some of 2013’s most thoughtful electronic tracks. Tomorrow, Nov. 26, Hopkins will be bringing his set to The Crocodile.

His latest album, Immunity, has received high marks all around in reviews from the likes of Pitchfork, The Guardian, and others. And it’s not hard to see why. Hopkins treats his work like compositions. Each track flows into the next, wavering around melancholy with glitch rhythms contorting throughout. Though it’s an instrumental record, Hopkins strays away from lighthearted dance beats. Expect more swaying and less twerking at his Crocodile set. Immunity is atmospheric and introspective, a softer side of electronic music, and Hopkins is embracing it fully.

His work with Purity Ring has gotten Hopkins quite a bit of buzz lately. The remix of his track “Breathe This Air” features vocals from Purity Ring’s Megan James. Her voice sporadically flashes throughout around her lead melody.

Fellow English producers Clark and Nathan Fake will be opening; they create a trifecta of low-key producers without pseudonyms. With the dry, cold weather and this lineup, the dark room of The Crocodile will become a suitable transplant of a UK dub electronic club.

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Black Happy Celebrates Twenty Years of Punk Funk with Their Live DVD

The cover to Black Happy's live DVD, Settin' Dogs on Fire.

Between Soundgarden’s reformation, Pearl Jam’s forthcoming documentary PJ20, and the impending 20th anniversary of the release of Nirvana’s Nevermind, you can’t throw a stick without hitting a reunion by (or retrospective about) a Northwest band that enjoyed its heyday during the so-called Grunge Era’s peak.

Add Black Happy to that growing list. The Idaho funk-punk-rock octet never became the household name that some of the aforementioned acts did, but they packed venues all over the Northwest in the early nineties before imploding in 1995. And like the household names above, they’ve got a 20-year milestone of their own to celebrate.

The band recently commemorated the twentieth anniversary of its formation by independently releasing Settin’ Dogs on Fire, a DVD souvenir of the sold-out reunion gigs they played at the Crocodile and Spokane’s Knitting Factory in 2010. It’s a well-shot and engaging memento, and definitely a must for the band’s devoted fan base.

Formed from the ashes of a Christian metal band, Black Happy were one of the few Northwest ensembles of their era to openly embrace funk and horns alongside metallic guitars and shout-along choruses. It wasn’t a sound born in a complete vacuum, of course: The eight-piece worked a similar side of the street as the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Faith No More, and the many ska-revival bands that proliferated then. But they were probably the only Northwest-grown outfit at the time that could successfully get crowds of their fellow flannel-flyers to shake some serious tail feathers.

Settin’ Dogs on Fire shows that these guys can still kick up some major dust. Despite a fifteen-year hiatus (and next to no rehearsal time), the band plays with awe-inspiring tightness: The rhythm section of bassist Mark Hemenway and drummers Jim Bruce and Scott Jessick is stop-on-a-dime precise; guitarist Greg Hjort navigates metallic arpeggios and smooth funk rhythm guitar with equal finesse; and the band’s horn section still bounces like they’re spring-loaded.

A lot of the songs still hold up famously, too: “Moflo” is one flat-out sublime funk jam, replete with evocative wah-wah from Hjort and a charismatic lead vocal from frontman Paul Hemenway (if only the Chili Peppers’ Anthony Kiedis sang this evocatively). “Three Day Weekend” suggests Van Halen with swing-band horn muscle behind ’em, and “Garlic” jumps around with the spastic abandon of a great old Oingo Boingo track. Drummer Bruce co-directed the DVD with Jake McClure, and there’s real kinetic visual energy to match the musical restlessness.

The documentary that precedes the live music section gives a warm, sometimes funny Cliffs Notes account of Black Happy’s history, and if it glosses over the guts of the band’s ’95 split, so be it: You don’t grab a souvenir from a party band expecting–or hoping for–confrontational catharsis. Even with the genial vibe flowing through the proceedings, Settin’ Dogs on Fire still offers wistful glimpses at what could’ve been for these guys. Black Happy’s everything-but-the-kitchen-sink sound was still in its infancy when the band called it quits, and even at their best they sounded like they were in search of a sonic identity. The mind boggles at what might’ve happened had they held things together for long enough to really find it.

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