Hey, now here's something I have no business talking about! I mean, I can't play Rock Band above medium without failing out; whatever made 20-year-old me think I should start reviewing concerts is beyond me. But talking about a symphony orchestra seems especially like overstepping my boundaries.
"whatever made 20-year-old me think I should start reviewing concerts" - Pat was drunk and it was funny and I wanted people to laugh at him, that was mostly it
Anyway, this was part of the Regina Symphony's Masterworks series, a performance of Dvorák New World Symphony (should that be "Dvorák's" when you're using it in a sentence?). My symphony-going experience, because I am a mature grown-up adult, is mostly limited to one-off novelties. Video game themes, or songs from kids shows, or the orchestra is accompaniment to mainstream pop/rock musicians (Ben Folds, Sarah Slean, Crash Test Dummies). Seeing that Tanya Tagaq was here, I think I was expecting something closer to those latter performances. This wasn't that. Mika said that the evening was basically exactly what she was expecting, so I attribute this to me seeing Tagaq's name and doing no further research at all.
Here's what the program says:
Dòchas - Laura Pettigrew Trumpet Concerto - John Estacio Qiksaaktuq - Christine Duncan & Jean Martin Intermission Symphony No. 9 in E minor, Op. 95 (From the New World) - Antonin Dvorák
I was surprised to find, when we got there, that we were sitting in the front row. I mean, I chose the seats, so it shouldn't have surprised me, but that was five months ago now. I forget things. The online shopping experience through the Symphony's website is not ideal - it's tricky to pick the seats you want. I could call in or stop by their offices, but if I'm going to spend 20 minutes going back on forth on price vs. location, I'd like to be alone with my shame, thanks. Also, when you get your tickets emailed to you, they look like printouts of a website from 1996, with lots of blue underlined Arial text. These particular tickets also had a space at the bottom with the text, "A message from our Venue." I guess the Conexus Arts Centre had nothing to say to me.
Anyway, they were good seats or not so good seats, depending on what you wanted to see. Not so great if you wanted to see the brass section, real good if you wanted to watch the conductor and the cellos and the violins and Tanya Tagaq. Also real good if you wanted to compare the shininess of everyone's shoes. The conductor? Very shiny shoes.
Look, I'm not even going to try to seriously critique anything here. I enjoyed everything and have no deep thoughts about most of the music beyond "that was nice" and "maybe I should have dressed up at least a little." Thank goodness they hand out programs so I can make a half-assed attempt to at least spell things right. That said, please note that putting the accent on the R in Dvorák is not going to happen and that is how it is. Dude's dead, he doesn't care.
The trumpet concerto was commissioned for Canada 150 and performed by symphonies across Canada throughout 2017, so it was neat to hear the one time it was performed here. The featured musician was the regular Principal Trumpet of the orchestra; though he's a local (and a he), they still gave him a bouquet of flowers when he was done. He seemed very surprised.
Of the four pieces, I was unsurprisingly most interested in Qiksaaktuq; that was the one featuring Tanya Tagaq. She's an Inuit throat singer who won the Polaris Prize a few years back, and this piece was described as a lament for missing and murdered Indigenous women. This was very moving and very unique - I gather that semi-improvisational pieces with two conductors and a throat singer are not so common. This was well worth the cost of admission alone, which is good since it was the reason we were there. It did seem like a fair number of people left once Tagaq was done.
The day before, Mika told me that the fourth movement of the New World Symphony was the inspiration for the music from Star Wars and I was supposed to let her know if I could hear the influence. Sort of, though I don't know if I'd have noticed it if I hadn't been prompted. Really, if I heard any John Williams in there, it was one brief part that clearly inspired the theme to Jaws.
And that was our grand symphony adventure. Honestly, if I'd fully realized what the night was going to entail, I wouldn't have planned a write-up for it since I have no business doing so and it's so far removed from a normal concert. But here we are. I did enjoy it! Would go again, which is good, since they're doing selections from West Side Story in May and someone might have opinions about whether we should go to that. Would probably at least wear a shirt with a collar. Would prefer to not sit in the front row.
But the big takeaway, from the conversation in the car on the drive back home, is that you're not supposed to clap between movements. People did anyway. Certain people who may have an interest in West Side Story may also hold strong opinions about this. I don't have a dog in this fight. I clap when other people clap. I stand when other people stand. I know better than to try to start anything.
Almost two months between concert and review. This is far and away a record. I know I've talked about giving up on these, but I was always planning on writing this - it's just that things happened. Me happened.