This led to a Tarquinio Merula canzonetta for soprano and lute. In this quick 1636 duo, the Virgin Mary (soprano Alice Teyssier) holds the child Jesus in her arms, attempting to get the stressed toddler to sleep, although she is overcome with premonitions of the struggling that awaits him. The lute (performed by the tremendous Arash Noori) is curiously fixated on two notes, although these recurring pitches are sometimes adorned with filigree.
Next got here the Russian composer Galina Ustvolskaya’s radically unconventional Symphony No. 5, “Amen” (1989), lasting simply 15 minutes and scored for a curious ensemble: violin, oboe, trumpet, tuba, huge wood field and a speaker (Gleb Kanasevich), who says the Lord’s Prayer in Russian. The music is directly grave and grumpy, completely severe and nearly comedian, swinging alongside in a foursquare meter like some sluggish march with a regular tread, every thematic be aware encrusted in a dour harmonic block. Then Mr. Noori returned to play Alessandro Piccinini’s “Toccata Cromatica” for solo lute (1623), a work during which lyrical strands spin out into soft-spoken swirling passagework.
Ms. Teyssier was the compelling soloist, singing Maria Maddalena, in the Sciarrino piece, which over 30 taut minutes tries to evoke the scene of the mystic nun issuing her clipped bursts of phrases. The instrumentalists develop into her eight attentive novices, sitting for lengthy stretches doing nothing, or simply inhaling anticipation (the sounds of, say, a flutist taking part in a quick tone then audibly inhaling), or generally muttering some jittery, quiet mini-phrase. Then Ms. Teyssier’s Maria would sing a frenzied burst of pent-up notes, and the devices would scurry, attempting to scribble down her phrases. Jacob Ashworth, Cantata Profana’s creative director, carried out a suspenseful account of this radically episodic and spacey rating.
The viewers in pews sat in nearly full darkness; the gamers have been illuminated by theatrical lighting, so that you needed to give your self over to this contemplative program, even when you possibly can not learn the translations of texts, even if you happen to misplaced monitor of what piece was being performed. A big and appreciative viewers appeared prepared to take action on a chilly Friday in a Chelsea sanctuary.
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