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L’Afrique avant tout: Se souvenir du 31ème Festival International Nuits d’Afrique

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31st Festival International Nuits d'Afrique in progress with Sidi Wacho. Photo: Danilo Navas

Memories are apparently rampant especially in Montréal, Quebec. After all every licence plate on a motorcar contains a registration number and the words “Québec… Je me souviens”. This, after all, is the motto of this beautiful province of Québec and justifiably so. It seems that you cannot abide here and not leave without memories, glorious ones, I might add. Our stay this time appeared was all too brief, although we’d spent but a day more the last time we were in Montréal, but two weeks to the day we arrived again on the 21st of July, 2017. This time was also a little bittersweet. We were here to bid goodbye to the 31st edition of the Festival International Nuits d’Afrique. At an event like this you never know what to expect. Happily so. And we were not disappointed…

Mandinka master musician Zal Sissokho and Buntalo of Senegal and Québec. Photo by Danilo Navas
Mandinka master musician Zal Sissokho and Buntalo of Senegal and Québec. Photo by Danilo Navas

The rain – a terrific downpour – arrived shortly after were billeted in our caravanserai, Hôtel Travelodge Montréal Centre, on Boulevard René-Lévesque to be precise. It was construction day in the city and the rock-drills and jack-hammers were yammering and bell-ringing. I found myself having to shout my comments and questions at Danilo Navas, Publisher and Editor of our group, Global Music Media and Photographe extraordinaire who was going to and did, indeed cover (again) the Festival International Nuits d’Afrique with pictures, while I was chastened by the challenge of bringing another cultural event to life with words. How difficult is that, you might think? Or as the American cousins might ask: “How sweet is that!?” Either way it has taken me a week or so of false-starts to get going. None of these I have wished to preserve but despite the ‘Delete’ key on a computer keyboard, I know each of my vain attempts to get going are still there, somewhere in the ether surrounding this monster that pretends to sit innocently on my study table.

I listened daily to a compilation of music by the artists who appeared at this 31st Festival International Nuits d’Afrique hoping for a leg up to vault over the first hurdle, namely a suitable title for the piece, but it was all in vain despite the fact that each song I heard conjured a hologram-like image of the performers on Scène TD-ICI Musique who graced the square between the 18th and the 23rd of July, 2017 and En Salle between the 11th and the 23rd of July, 2017. The marvels of sound engineering, happily as good on disc as on stage, brought the music alive once more and made for a vivid reminder of what had gone by not a week before this day, the 29th of July, 2017. Still no title until 3 o’clock in the morning when I awoke to a singular ping from my mobile telephone telling me I had an email message from one of my teachers at St. Xavier’s College, Professor Adil Jussawalla. The news was bad: his colleague and my teacher, Eunice De Souza had passed suddenly in Bombay. “Painlessly,” his email said. I, however, was hurting – and have been hurting all day.

Funny how pain can enable the secretion of enzymes in the brain? Mine were unlocked in that part of my brain where memories are stored. I was thinking about Miss De Souza; vivid memories… Memories? By 6 o’clock in the evening I was able to channel the flow towards Montréal. The death of someone I loved and revered had vaulted me from the hole I was in, over the hump and into the City of Montréal, where it was no longer today, but the 21st of July, at about 1 o’clock in the afternoon. Outside the window of our 6th floor room at Hôtel Travelodge Montréal Centre, the sky was darkening. By the time we took the lift down to the foyer of the hotel, it was coming down as if the angry sky had opened like a sluice-gate and an Antediluvian downpour ensued, forcing us back through the doors and into the now-crowded, steamy foyer of the Hôtel Travelodge.

Mohamed Mohamed Idabbou and Fourat Koyo with Abdel Grooz. Photo by Peter Graham courtesy Grooz

It was still dark even as the rain stopped, at 5 o’clock in the evening but we hurried to the Media Tent by Scène TD-ICI Musique to pick up our accreditation documents and lanyards for the festival. Our hostess, Charlotte Arlen, listed in the programme as “Responsable Communications – Relations de Presse” had been utterly charming when we met two weeks or so ago on a prior trip to the city. So we decided to have a wander around the soggy grass around the stage, explore the various tents and their colourful fare – dashikis, African drums, mementoes – and drink in the aroma of barbeques and other robust and delicate cuisines that were driving us insane with hunger as we’d had nothing but the sandwiches Danilo had prepared for our bus-trip to Montréal. Then Danilo spotted Miss Arlen across the square and we headed over to meet her. Distracted by Grooz, the Algerian-Quebec ensemble and the deep groove that bassist and vocalist Abdelhak Benmedjebari was creating through a series of throbbing notes that were exploding from the giant speakers on stage, I was still reminded of how to properly greet a lady, European-style, holding out hands as if to embrace and we were well-met with extraordinary warmth and generosity by Miss Arlen. Now to get away and focus on the stage…

Nothing was coming easy to us – me especially – hungry and tired from an uncomfortable, six-hour journey. However, we had but twenty minutes left by now to capture some of the magic of the music being played by Grooz before they wrapped it up in time for Zal Sissokho, the griot from Senegal to tune up, kick off and carry us away to the red heat of Dakar and elsewhere in Senegal. Meanwhile Abdelhak Benmedjebari bass or not was on song, leaping on stage as he was being accompanied by the other members of Grooz. You could not help being riveted by Mohamed Mohamed Idabbou and Fourat Koyo, the two garagab players from Essaouira, Morocco, who were seemingly in flight, leaping as if weightless, and in turn twirling their orange and gold shashiyas (Gnawa skull-caps with tassels) bedecked with cowries and other finery, accoutered with fabulously coloured garments and wearing magnetic smiles, with garagab a-chatter and reminiscing in tempo as they took my eyes away momentarily from Abdelhak Benmedjebari’s vocals and the rest of Grooz. But this was a near to Essaouira as I was going to get and I stood transfixed.

Bandidas' Bïa and Mamselle Ruiz. Photo by Danilo Navas
Bandidas’ Bïa and Mamselle Ruiz. Photo by Danilo Navas

Zal Sissokho and Buntalo were, by comparison, a quieter although they did also create a furious desire to dance at some point. We had to break away for an introduction to Lamine Touré, the founder of the Festival International Nuits d’Afrique and Club Balattou, where it all began. He seemed not to understand why someone from Toronto would be at this event; perhaps wondered of what relevance this event would have in Ontario (outside Québec at any rate), to which Mr Navas was at pains to explain that the Festival International Nuits d’Afrique was well known in more places than Québec, parts of Africa and France. Our conversation was (predictably) short; cut short also because Zal Sissokho was calling us to “Abaraka, merci” a rather spiritual experience that he sang in a mixture of Wolof and French. Zal Sissokho is not only a skilled kora player, but is descended from a legendary Mandinka family, whose ancestors have sat around the iconic baobab tree, often in the centre of West African Villages and enchanted their audiences with stories of valour and hope. These griots to whom Zal Sissokho can justifiably claim ancestry are guardians of the history and culture of their people, often going beyond the village – indeed Dakar and Senegal itself – to other parts of West Africa. It was hard to leave the Sissokho concert, but leave we must in order to catch Bandidas.

The quintet Bandidas (literally, “bandits”) is a group fronted by two of truly gifted vocalists from Quebec: the Brasilian-born Bïa and the Mexican-born Mamselle Ruiz together with Sheila Hannigan on cello, Dan Gigon on bass and Sacha Daoud, drums and percussion. Outwardly it Bïa and Mamselle Ruiz might seem odd bedfellows. Brought together in this profound performance, however, they prove mutually illuminating. Teasing each other and flirting with the audience packed to the rafters at the beautiful Théâtre Fairmount on Park Avenue in the Mile End district. The starting point of the programme is really feminist in theme and content – and why not? If the machismo of society knows no bounds, why not find numerous ways to hit back? The duo, fortified by a sublimely virtuoso cellist, Sheila Hannigan often played off the poignant and bittersweet tones of her instrument, telling stories with visceral energy, great fire and exuberant pomp and circumstance. Their performance, featuring much original work, must surely count as a touchstone for the next generation of women musicians. Both Bïa and Mamselle Ruiz revealed themselves here as vocalists and storytellers of the first order. Their instruments were gorgeous: lustrous, precise and feather-light. As the vocal baton passed from one to the other, the musicianship of each was revealed in all its fierceness as both dug into the lyrical expression of each word, bringing ceaseless variety to soft dynamics, ultimately giving every phrase a particular grace.

Members of the “kompa-happy” Full Sèvis. Photo by Danilo Navas

The evening of Friday the 21st of July could hardly be dissolved into the bottle-green darkness of the cool Montréal night without a proverbial doffing of the hat to the Moroccan pop-star, Abdel Kadiri, who brought his picture-perfect act to the main stage, complete with a DJ and beautiful dancers who sent his show heavenward and his audiences, who were singing along with him, into such rapturous applause it’s a wonder that he could complete even one of his songs. However, with a bottomless reserve of patience and charm and a disarmingly crocked smile, Mr Kadiri made it truly an evening to remember. A multiple award winner at the latest Sylis d’or de la musique du monde, Abdel Kadiri belongs to the same raï tradition that gave us the famous Algerian, Cheb Khaled and true to form also pulled off a memorable version “Didi” the raï anthem with which Khaled rocked the world in the summer of 1991. Abdel Kadiri also showed how versatile a singer he is, singing old and new songs in Arabic and French as well with his singular, natural mode of expression. Mr Kadiri also deserves credit for firm, intelligent shaping of this enterprising and rewarding recital, a major factor in the success of the evening at the Scène TD-ICI Musique venue.

Raï music star Abdel Kadiri. Photo by Danilo Navas
Raï music star Abdel Kadiri. Photo by Danilo Navas

Montréal is the most populous municipality in the province of Quebec and the second-most populous in Canada. Originally the city was called “Ville-Marie”, or “City of Mary”. Archaeological evidence demonstrates that First Nations native people en route from Africa, of course, making the torturous route over hundreds, perhaps thousands of years from there, hugging the northern and southern European coastline they finally occupied the island of Montreal as early as 4,000 years ago. By the year AD 1000, from essentially fishermen, they had turned agriculturalists and started to cultivate maize. Within a few hundred years, they had built fortified villages. The Saint Lawrence Iroquoians, an ethnicity distinct from the Iroquois nations of the Haudenosaunee then based in present-day New York, established the village of Hochelaga at the foot of Mount Royal two centuries before the French arrived. Archeologists have found evidence of their habitation there and at other locations in the valley since at least the 14th century. The French explorer Jacques Cartier visited Hochelaga on October 2, 1535, and estimated the population of the native people at Hochelaga to be “over a thousand people”.

This year (2017), Montréal is celebrating 375 years since its founding by the French traveller and colonist. But in a sense the city owes a very large part of its cultural riches to the African, whose travels date back to Homo ergaster who may have been the first human species to leave Africa and fossil remains show this species had expanded its range into southern Eurasia by 1.75 million years ago. According to paleontologists Spenser Wells and Mark Read who published The Journey of Man – A Genetic Odyssey in 2002 (Random House, ISBN 0-8129-7146-9), Paleo-Indians originated from Central Asia, crossing the Beringia land bridge between eastern Siberia and present-day Alaska. Humans lived throughout the Americas by the end of the last glacial period, or more specifically what is known as the late glacial maximum, no earlier than 23,000 years before present. Details of Paleo-Indian migration to and throughout the American continent, including the dates and the routes traveled, are subject to ongoing research and discussion. However, until new information is accepted we must accept these dates. Estimates range from 40,000 to around 16,500 years ago. The routes of migration are also debated.

The traditional theory was proposed by Ds William Fitzhugh, Ives Goddard, Steve Ousley, Doug Owsley and Dennis Stafford who’s “Paleoamerican” palimpsest has been archived in the Smithsonian Institution Anthropology Outreach Office. The doctors suggest that these early migrants moved when sea levels were significantly lowered due to the Quaternary glaciation, following herds of now-extinct pleistocene megafauna along ice-free corridors that stretched between the Laurentide and Cordilleran ice sheets. Another route proposed (in The Scientific American) is that, either on foot or using primitive boats, they migrated down the Pacific coast to South America as far as Chile. Any archaeological evidence of coastal occupation during the last Ice Age would now have been covered by the sea level rise, up to a hundred metres since then. The recent finding of Australoid genetic markers in Amazonia supports the coastal route hypothesis by Ewen Callaway in “‘Ghost population’ hints at long-lost migration to the Americas: Present-day Amazonians share an unexpected genetic link with Asian islanders, hinting at an ancient trek” (Nature News, 2015).

L'afrique avant tout: Se souvenir du 31ème Festival International Nuits D'Afrique
Burkina Faso-Québécois griot Bonsa. Photo by Danilo Navas

What has this elaborate aside got to do with the 31st edition of the Festival International Nuits d’Afrique? Everything; simply because if the origin of all humanity can be traced back to Africa, then any celebration, including the 375th birthday of the City of Montréal must include a celebration of its Mother Africa. Almost too magically to be a coincidence France features importantly in the emerging Africa as well as in the colonial birth of Montréal. It is why the 22nd of July featured some extraordinary music by Ensemble Afrovibes which comprises musicians from Haiti, Argentina, and England, now based in Québec. It also featured Bonsa, a miraculous koami-playing griot from Burkina Faso, who travelled all over West Africa before settling in Québec and who, like his Mandinka cousins melds the traditional Bissa music with popular styles in the Anglophone and Francophone realms.

Our choking by gold continued with a viscerally exciting music and dance romp through Haiti with the Kompa music of Full Sèvis, now based in Québec, followed by the crackling fire of Kandia Kora, son of the legendary griot M’baly Kouyaté from Guinée. The day’s riches also included the incredible Algerian band, Djmawi Africa and the pen-ultimate act of the night, Sidi Wacho, a French-Chilean duo who certainly raised the temperature thanks to Saïdou, a rapper from the French hip hop group Ministère des Affaires Populaires (MAP), and Juanito Ayala, Chilean Cumbia musician and vocalist and their strident call for social justice through singularly stylish rap in Spanish and French, melded in with glorious percussion and the hauntingly alive button-accordion played with enormous flair by Jeoffrey Arnone. The tremendous heat was only cooled down in the darkness of La Sala Rossa by the seemingly ubiquitous Tunisian rapper, King Abid.

Mathieu da Costa, (sometimes d’Acosta) is the first recorded free black person in Canada

One cannot countenance an interest in the culture of a nation without an abiding passion for the knowledge of its origins; all of which – quite apart from anything – fosters a depth of understanding of our collective human ancestry. And, so delving deeper into the history of Black Canada, if only for a day – the final day of Festival International Nuits d’Afrique – it paid to venture in search of one of Black Canada’s most famous sons, the great jazz musician, pianist and Québécois, Oscar Peterson. Although the search for Oscar Peterson’s history led us down many blind alleys and derelict boulevards, avenues, roads and cul de sacs, it led us to many breathtaking discoveries, which, however, are the subject (sadly or otherwise) of an altogether different feature. However, it is important to note that Black Canada is not comprised by Afro-Caribbean peoples alone – although this group constitutes a majority – but, in fact African-Americans who came to Canada in the 18th and 19th centuries to escape slavery in the Deep South. Most interestingly, the first African to come ashore was a free man named Mathieu da Costa. Although said to have been travelling with navigator Samuel de Champlain, da Costa might have arrived earlier and is known to have acted as a translator between the Micmac natives and De Champlain and also for the French explorer Pierre Dugua, Sieur de Monts who arrived later (probably 1608) in Nova Scotia. Why Nova Scotia? This is not surprising, of course, for ports in Nova Scotia were the nearest Canadian ports for European tall ships cutting through the hostile Trade Winds. Da Costa was “free man” no less, we are told. Still the fact that words can be used to describe a person from Africa certainly sting me as they preclude that a “slavery” was imminent at some point in time or even in existence.

However, our story at the Festival International Nuits d’Afrique took an altogether different turn later in the evening. A morning expedition took us to Place St. Henri, in search of Black Canada’s roots and also to see where Oscar Peterson was born, the mural that celebrated him, Parc Oscar-Peterson, which we ultimately found at the corner of rue St. Jacques and rue des Seigneurs between Little Burgundy and Griffintown, Montréal and the virtually thumb-nail sized Parc des Jazzmen, where we also found some historic markers of Black Canada including the first settlement of Yoruba in Canada and a wonderful mural paying homage to another great Québécois musician and pianist Oliver Jones. Although not altogether futile, the sojourn meant we missed performances by Tanti Rebecca, the mighty Yigo Coulibaly Awouna from Burkina Faso, the prize-winning Ibnou Ndiaye and his Afro-acoustic Nourbi Trio from Senegal (now firmly settled in Québec) as well as the sensational Stella Goins from Martineque, as well as the Haitian-Québécois Wesli. Whatever little was put on by Javi Mendez y Su Sandunga, the Cuban-Québécois seemed to fall well short of musicians, although they were replaced by dancers and a Dj. Choosing instead to catch Jean-François Léger meant we would also have to miss part of the closing act, an exciting performance by the Colombian group Tribu Baharú, from Colombia’s Pacific Coast who brought their raucous blend of Champeta and Afro-Caribbean reggae. However, we were able to catch most of their performance.

Jean-François Léger telling the story of 50 ans de Bossa Nova at Lion d’or. Photo by Danilo Navas

The Lion d’Or is a theater and an ‘old style’ almost “noir” cabaret located at 1676, rue Ontario East, Montréal, Québec, Canada. It was founded in 1930, at the beginning of the emergence Of Montréal cabarets. Several artists of the time performed there including Jean-Louis Trintignant, Vic Vogel, Peggy Lee, the McGarrigle sisters, Alys Robi, Willie Lamothe and others. The establishment enjoyed a period of great splendor until the end of the fifties but was closed in the 70’s by the then self-styled “Defender of Public Morality” mayor Jean Drapeau. In 1987, the owners of the restaurant Petit Extra, located in the same building, bought the cabaret. It was renovated and seems now restored to its former glory. On the 23rd of July, the final night of the Festival International Nuits d’Afrique, Jean-François Léger occupied its considerably enlarged stage, off and on cloaked in darkness or bathed in blood-red and indigo-blue spotlights. His voice alternating between a tremulous countertenor and a soaring falsetto Leger launched into his fabulous story “50 ans de Bossa Nova”. The concert was a series of “highs”, two of the most memorable were probably the story of how Frank Sinatra got his full name on the cover of the album Francis Albert Sinatra & Antonio Carlos Jobim: Arranged and Conducted by Claus Ogerman and, of course the explosive performance of a samba squad led by Michel Dupire.

Percussionist Michel Dupire, who later led a samba squad. Photo by Danilo Navas
Percussionist Michel Dupire, who later led a samba squad. Photo by Danilo Navas

The Festival International Nuits d’Afrique can only get bigger and better. With some timely changes to feature a greater degree of thematic architecture in its artistic programming it could go places and catch up with other major cultural events not only in Canada, but in the world as a whole. To assess the success of this 31st version of the festival we must return to back of a promise from its 2017 spokesperson, the Brasilian-Québécoise star Bïa, who promised that “From Madagascan punk, to Malian disco, from ragamuffin to soul, Nuits d’Afrique takes us on camelback, by rowboat, jet or rocket, across the fertile and eclectic fruit of baobab pollen, magical cures and the mother of all beats…” But listen with bigger ears now. Africa is always calling and will never stop calling us home. Perhaps it’s time to step up to a larger cultural stage and not only occupy greater space geographically, but maybe even slim down into a more sinuous event with a multi-layered cultural platform built on our oldest culture, the culture of our ancestors in Mother Africa, from whose womb we all really came.

Based in Milton, Ontario, Canada, Raul is a poet, musician and an accomplished critic whose profound analysis is reinforced by his deep understanding of music, technically as well as historically.

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Sharon Isbin: A Small Orchestra on Gossamer Wings

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Sharon Isbin: A Small Orchestra on Gossamer Wings
Sharon Isbin photographed by J. Henry Fair

The guitar’s ancestors include the gittern, the vihuela, the four-course Renaissance guitar, and of course the baroque guitar, all of which contributed to the development of the modern six-string instrument. Few people in our day have mastered it with such alacrity, with such sage nobility and with such openness to the world of music around us as Sharon Isbin.

I admit to stealing the metaphor of the “small orchestra” from none other from Segovia. As a matter of fact, how ironic that one should have found it while listening to Miss Isbin’s recording of Karen LeFrak’s new works on the album entitled Romántico [Karen LeFrak Recordings, 2025]. Ironic because it is one that Miss Isbin undertook with the Orchestra of St. Luke’s conducted by Enrico Lopez-Yanez.

Cover design for Romántico [Credits as above]

Segovia’s stunning metaphor for the guitar also holds equally true of Miss Isbin performer and his characterisation of her musicianship would be spot on for his actual words are “The guitar is as small orchestra. It is polyphonic. Every string is a distinct colour, a different voice.”

Indeed, Miss Isbin exploits this characteristic to its fullest in such a seductive manner that she makes this aspect of her playing a truly alluring aspect of her own virtuosity, on this particular album as well as on her other discs, which is even more challenging as we shall soon as we go a little more in depth into the recording of Ms LeFrak’s works.

Exhilarating, extrovert and virtuosic
Romántico
features a world premiere recording of Ms LeFrak’s seductive Miami Concerto for Guitar and Orchestra. There is every indication that the composer had her heart set on making this record with Miss Isbin. She [the composer] has a deep understanding of the South American – Latin and Brasilian – music and selected her performers with punctilious care. It isn’t surprising that Miss Isbin would be a first choice.

Miss Isbin, in turn returns the favour. Her playing throughout the concerto is exhilarating, extrovert and virtuosic as so it should be. She is, after all, immersed in the realm of the Habanera and the Tango – music and dance forms that came to South America via the erstwhile colonisers from Europe. A deeper dive into the origins of the music lead unequivocally to the melodic, harmonic and rhythmic influences from the African continent.

Sharon Isbin photographed by J. Henry Fair

The guitarist is joined, here, by the Orchestra of St. Luke’s conducted by Enrico Lopez-Yañez. Ms LeFrak’s Miami Concerto for Guitar & Orchestra pays homage to oceanic musical heritage of Miami with influences from Africa, Europe and Latin America. “Bailamos,” the first movement of the concerto draws on the guaguancó, a dialect of the Cuban rumba, followed by a tango-inspired “Romántico,” and concludes with an energetic “Festivo” in the rhythm of bembé.

The chamber works “Habanera Nights” and “Urban Tango” feature Miss Isbin with Latin percussionists led by Javier Diaz, pianist Peggy Kampmeier, and New York Philharmonic principal cellist Carter Brey. Throughout the concerto and the chamber works Miss Isbin shows immaculate poise and thoughtfulness. She cultivates a beautiful, poetic tone with an orchestral touch offering a unique palette of colour amid riveting, charges interpretation of Ms LeFrak’s music.

Miss Issbin has delicate phrasing, a colourful touch and well thought-through ideas. Her performance is often a white hot volcano of intense expression; it presents formidable challenges, all of which are surmounted with almost insolent virtuosity, the guitarist’s focus resolutely serving the score, not the mechanisms supporting it. Miss Isbin plays with a particularly rewarding sense of rhythm, high sprung, light and incisive and entirely secure, which pays its way throughout all of the works.

But hearing her navigate through the massive cadenzas – de rigeuer on in these works – as if they and their beckoning grandeur were the most natural thing in the world leaves no doubt that this is an artist of the most elite order, to be watched intently, listened to deeply and reckoned with for an exceptionally long time to come. These are qualities of a guitar playing musician who is cast in the same mould as Segovia and the rest of the renowned artists of the instrument.

Cover design of Sharon Isbin: Affinity

Luminous tone , natural grace and authority
It is hard to put into word why this recording is so special. Perhaps the principal reason is that one of the finest guitarists has committed to disc, great works that she appears to have ostensibly lived with honing and polishing their subtle romanticism for a considerable length of time. Each movement and chamber work reveals her thoughtful artistry, exemplified by this slim volume. The five varied, but emotionally and [sort of] thematically interrelated pieces have been played with her hallmark luminous tone, natural grace and authority.

From this exquisite recording of Ms LeFrak to works by Leo Brouwer, Tan Dun, and Richard Danielpour, on which the web of charm has been spun by Isabel Leonard’s vocals] to a waltz by Antonio Lauro [in duet with guitarist Colin Davin] – and even a poetic cycle of love be Chris Brubeck which became the title of the recording, Affinity [Zoho Music, 2020] – this American guitarist proves herself to be one of the most versatile musicians playing on stage [and in the studio] today.

Cover photograph and design Sharon Isbin: Strings for Peace

This story is even more telling – and enduringly epic – because it catches something more of Miss Isbin’s genius in an incredibly unique way. Anyone who has listened to the range of her recorded performances, on her next two albums – Strings for Peace [Zoho Music, 2020] and Live In Aspen [Zoho Music, 2024] – will discover what it means for Miss Isbin to have a sense of daring and supreme confidence in her innate sense of sublime taste.

The former recording is made up of four North Indian Ragas, once again, all world premieres. Miss Isbin invites the grand sarod master Ustad Amjad Ali Khan on the apogee of the album [“Raga Pilu” alternatively entitled “Romancing Earth”]. Hi son Ameen Ali Bangash appears on “Raga Behag” or “By the Moon” while the performance of the other two ragas, “Raga Mishra Bhairav” or “Love Avalanche” and on “Raga Yaman” or Sacred Evening” are shared with the other son of the maestro, Ayaan Ali Bangash. The renowned tabla player, Amit Kavthekar, appears on all the four ragas.

We are speaking here of Miss Isbin having collaborated with musicians from the upper echelons of Hindustani music. But when it comes to a guitar being heard along with a sarod the first test is a mechanical one. There are obvious differences [between the classical guitar and the sarod] have to do with the fact that the instruments differ in pitch, and the dynamic and dramatic variance in their tonal and colour palettes. Add to that is the fact that both instruments are played pizzicato. This means that that it isn’t only the engineer who must have enormous ears.

Cover photograph and design for Sharon Isbin: Live in Aspen

Orchestral Gymnasium of the Guitar
The encounters between Miss Isbin and the Ustads of the sarod is quite breathtaking. And it is also here – on their studio and live recordings – that the extent of the technical mastery of each on their respective instruments is superbly demonstrated. The playing by the Ustads provides what in orchestral terms would be a shadowy kind of ground bass simply because of the tonal palette of the sarod makes this possible. And it is this effect that affords the guitarist an empty canvas on which to paint her masterpiece.

It is here that Miss Isbin exploits her guitar’s huge vocabulary of sounds and effects combinable to make it sound as big as an ensemble – but which need the player’s [in this excellent case, Miss Isbin’s] to deploy effectively. The evening ragas – Behag’s emotive aspects are daunting ass it is associated with times between 9 o’clock pm and midnight, Yaman is more crepuscular, its emotive aspects being associated with times between 6 and 9 o’clock pm, while Mishra Pilu us usually associated with between the afternoon and early evening.

On both Strings for Peace and Live in Aspen, Miss Isbin’s use of her wonderful instrument is truly eloquent and masterful. Her playing ranges from harmonics and pizzicato to technique exotica such as ‘nut-side,’ ‘nail sizzle’ and/or ‘bi-tone tapping’ [plus she also uses – even extends the battery of percussion possibilities, even entering into polyphonic and polyrhythmic dialogues with the tabla player Pandit Amit Kavthekar.

This spectacular array of harmonic pizzicato playing is also evident on Affinity where the need for the various composers to collaborate closely with Miss Isbin on each of their pieces. It’s complex for the composers to write not only for the instrument, but also for Miss Isbin. But neither of the parties are fazed. Miss Isbin is utterly amazing in this respect, as she has managed through inspiration and sheer persistence t0o wrinkle out from the composers a whole raft of adventurous works, almost independent of the ‘Sergovia tradition,’ but well within the elastic classical continuum.

Instrument as Orchestra – Miss Isbin’s Evolving Palimpsest
While this manipulation of the instrument is available to all masters of it, the players don’t strike pure gold as often as Miss Isbin does. Does she ‘get this’ from Heitor Villa-Lobos? One is willing to hazard a guess as it was the Brasilian composer who first started to treat the guitar as something bigger than it was supposed to be – and he was phenomenally successful as a composer to strike gold with regard to visualising and scoring for the instrument as a small orchestra.

For her part, Miss Isbin dwells constantly in that realm off possibility, continuing to extend the range and scope of the instrument with delicate albeit nervy fingers on gossamer strings. The sensuously liquid and always beckoning performance on LeFrak’s masterful works on Romántico are a cut above almost anything a guitarist has brought to life – this year at any rate.

As with her Bach – as spectacular and as mathematically and emotively as Bach intended his music to be – so also is her foray into Hindustani music [cue Strings for Peace], and contemporary classical music [cue Affinity]. Thus, having carved out a space for herself, non pareil, in the realm where composers have created a legacy for her to explore, she comes across with flying colours. One has only to dive deeply into her work on Affinity and into her Latin-American repertory.

The lyrical – often bittersweet – expressiveness that is intended by both the composers and the culture in which their music was written has enabled Miss Isbin to re-create wonderful soundworlds so big that in doing so she has embraced the richness that her instrument afforded her and [continues to] constantly work at recreating her musical palimpsest as if to say: “I hereby wish that my guitar should not simply respond to a full orchestra, but to become the full orchestra itself.

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Beth Levin: Heiligenstadt… En route to The Divine.

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Beth Levin: Heiligenstadt… En route to The Divine.
The pianist Beth Levin photographed by Gary Chapman

In many respects these last two recordings by Beth LevinHammerklavier Live and Phantasmata – may share an allusion to the famous Heiligenstadt Testament, albeit they represent the work of five different composers. Of course, the fabled Testament belongs to no one but Ludwig van Beethoven. Fabled…? Picture Beethoven as a kind of forerunner of our all-but-mythical Superman, one arm outstretched as he is about to pierce the mystical skin of the music of the skies en route to the Divine. Now picture all of the composers whose works Ms Levin has performed on these two recordings – a proverbial posse of legendary composer-meteors streaking heavenward en route to… the Divine

Indeed, Ms Levin has sojourned with them, practicing all her life as if to superscribe her career path onto that Heiligenstadt Testament. It is as if she were doing what Beethoven is believed to have exhorted every artist to do: “Don’t only practice your art,” he said, “But force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the Divine.” And here we have two versions of that Testament representing Ms Levin’s quest to traverse the musical continuum streaking her way – and seemingly uniting it – via disparate parts of the world – through a space-time warp all her own. In doing so, Ms Levin has joined several imaginary dots in the sonic constellation of that heavenly continuum.

Ms Levin is the epitomé of a proverbial, questing artist rooted in the future, often looking back, then forward zig-zagging across the artistic firmament creating astronomical sonic connections that all come together in the end, uniting us – indeed raising us together with herself – to that Zion-like peak of her pianism… to the véritable apogee at the very heart of her musicianship. The beauty of it all is that one is unable to pronounce one better than the other. Rather they ought to be seen a Promethean musical expedition [without the heroic falls to the bas of the mountain of course] en route to its peak. And what incredibly good fortune to be part of this musical journey.

The main event of the 2020 recording – a live performance beautifully captured on record by Alan Wonneberger, at the Linehan Concert Hall, University of Maryland during the 2019 edition of Festival Baltimore – is, of course, Beethoven’s mighty Piano Sonata No 29 in B-flat major, Op. 106 ‘Hammerklavier’. On the way to the pinnacle of this recording Ms Levin joins some dots. From Beethoven’s great predecessor, Georg Frideric Handel. Her choice of the repertoire to draw a gossamer-like line from Handel to Beethoven is extremely interesting too, with a piece from a series that recalls his mastery of the keyboard – something his later German acolyte shared with him.

Functional, outstanding cover design for Beth Levin: Hammerklavier Live

This is Third Suite for Piano in D minor [from 8 Suites de Pieces Clavicin HWV 428. Characteristically this glorious suite also casts Handel in the role of the magnificent successor to J.S. Bach – not only as a keyboardist but also as a composer of enormous wit and invention. This is certainly true of the last movement of the suite – its Air with 5 Variations. Of course, the build up to this grand finale is magnificent to. Handel’s suites lend themselves to being played on the piano as well as on the Baroque keyboard.

Certainly, Ms Levin plays the entire suite eloquently. And so, when the playing is this good – as it is with the piano-caressing fingers of Ms Levin – it’s hard to imagine anyone playing them better than her. She brings a quality to this music which is both mellow and incisive. Above all, her playing emphasizes the brilliance of the music rather than the brilliance of her own playing. This too is portentous as Ms Levin swerves through her space-time continuum towards Beethoven’s ‘Hammerklavier’ via a 21st century piece – Anders Eliasson’s pianistically ingenious carousel. The detour is almost providential as it augurs well for the main event. The big ECG-like consonances and dissonances, its liquid glissandos and broad arpeggios take us to quite another world – as if reflected in a shattered mirror, in a forest, like a Mendelssohnian scherzo. All of which leads up to Ms Levin’s Beethoven.

The pianist’s technically astonishing performance should take its rightful place among the great performances of the epic sonata – with Pollini’s performance of Beethoven’s Late Sonatas. But, more especially to the point, Ms Levin’s ‘Hammerklavier’ is evocative of that most definitive performance by Solomon. And yet Ms Levin’s [performance is unsurpassable in its delicacy – especially in the brilliant Largo – Allegro risoluto movement.

Moreover, where the ‘Hammerklavier’ demands it she ensures that it gets the full powerhouse treatment – both at the beginning and at the end. This is surely how the composer must have imagined the music – both in terms that recall his Heiligenstadt Testament as well as in terms of the way the music is conceived – as being profound and intense in that quintessentially grand Beethovenian manner.

Cover, featuring Habima Fuch’s fabulous illustration, for Beth Levin: Phantasmata

She follows that seminal recording up with another brilliant one – this time with concept both similar – yet vastly different – to the live performance. This recording – like the title of the album itself – is [also] purposeful wandering through ‘a garden of delights’ reminiscent of a work by the great Argentinean writer Jorge Luis Borges. Thus, and indeed appropriately, the album is entitled Phantasma. Here we are beckoned by the pianist like that fabled mesmeric piper of Hamelin – through the Pictures at an Exhibition by Modest Mussorgsky.

This time, the grand lead in – even before the seductive Promenade – is via an exposition of another big work by arguably the greatest pianist of his [and many-an-era then or now] Franz Liszt, whose monumental work, the Sonata in B minor it is that leads us from one great hall in the museum of the sky into another great hall housing the Pictures at an Exhibition with which Mussorgsky paid homage to his friend – the architect and painter Victor Hartmann who died in 1873.

We are gently ushered – at times de rigueur commandeered – by the prodigiously-gifted pianist to Mussorgsky via the grand architecture of Liszt’s Sonata in B minor. It too has a homage – this one to Robert Schumann and is cast, like Schumann’s Fantasie in C, in three movements that are played without a pause. And it’s most appropriately played – as befits the vast work that it is – underlaid by a series of themes and motifs that grow, fuse and eventually expire. Three of the main motifs are stated in the opening bars: a softly ominous descending phrase, a wildly animated one, and a low growl of repeated notes.

Liszt weaves these together and drives these along a whirl of furious semi-quavers, exploring a kaleidoscopic range of thematic transformations. The first motif is escalated into a ‘big tune’ of grandiose dimensions; another becomes a lyric melodic line of great tenderness. The second movement ushers in a mood of subdued, even spiritual solemnity. Finally, although there is no tangible evidence indicating a representation of Goethe’s Faust, its difficult not to project a Faustian subtext, especially as Liszt does projects a demonic fury onto its last movement.

Many pianists treat the Sonata in B minor either as a barnstorming melodrama or as a rather unwieldly successor to Beethoven’s late sonatas. In Beth Levin’s hands the music’s visionary dimension stands out, but it feels as if every phrase has been carefully thought out in terms of weight and colour; the work’s undoubted histrionic quality is tempered by moments of iridescent delicacy and calm.

Beth Levin’s fingers caress the piano in Berlin. Photograph by Anna Chapman.

Again, the high drama if the Liszt sonata is a perfect build-up to second ‘main’ event – Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition. Ms Levin leads us through the great hall of paintings, leading us in with the ubiquitous Promenade – the recurring theme representing “the viewer’s” walking between the Romantic and often fantastical pictures. There are ten pictures in all, each one a superbly atmospheric miniature that utilises the piano’s expressive potential in a way that suggests the influence of Liszt but reveals greater psychological insight.

A wide range of moods is depicted, from the sinister melancholy of – and mimicking the kind of dramatic short-legged walking tempi – of the Gnomus, through the playfulness of Les Tuileries [appearing to presage Claude Debussy], to the grand triumphalism of The Great Gate of Kiev. Although this is an epic suite for the piano it is almost always recalled in its version orchestrated by Maurice Ravel in 1922, and – in more recent times – by the rock version which the keyboardist Keith Emerson of Emerson, Lake and Palmer played on his great bank of electronic synthesizers [including a giant Moog].

Beth Levin gives us perhaps the most authentically grand version, a strong reading of the original piano suite, with bold and dramatic playing that makes one think that the orchestration didn’t  really add anything substantial to the work. In sheer colour and variety [cue Promenade], in the depth of its characterisation and the exceptional range and refinement of its pianism, Ms Levin imparts a power and dramatic stature to the ambience of this suite which no amount of orchestral bigness can – or has – achieved.

With buoyant, aristocratic grace and psychological ambiguity, Ms Levin brings an almost insolent virtuosity and swagger to the piano works on both recordings. This is the world of piano evoked as few practitioners could even hope to try and emulate.

Deo Gratis…

Beth Levin: Hammerklavier Live 
Music – 1. Georg Friedrich Handel – Third Suite for Piano in D minor [from 8 Suites de Pieces Clavicin HWV 428, first collection, 1720] – i. Praelüdium. Presto, ii. Allegro, iii. Allemande, iv. Courante, v. Air with 5 Variations, vi. Presto. 2. Anders Eliasson – vii. Carosello [Designo No. 3 for piano, 2005]. Ludwig van Beethoven – Piano Sonata No 29 in B-flat major, Op. 106 ‘Hammerklavier’ viii. Allegro, ix. Scherzo. Assai vivace, x. Adagio sostenuto. Appassionato e con molto sentimento, xi. Largo – Allegro risoluto [1817 – 1818].

Musician – Beth Levin: piano

Released: 2020
Label: Aldilá Records ARCD011
[aldilarecords.de]
Runtime: 1:12:21

Beth Levin: Phantasmata 
Music – Franz Liszt: i. Sonata in B minor [1853]. Modest Mussorgsky – Bilder einer Ausstellung [1874] – ii. Promenade, iii. Bydlo, iv. Promenade, v. Il veccio castelo, vi. Promenade, vii. Tuileries [Despute d’enfants apres jeux], viii. Bydlo [Heavy ox-cart], ix. Promenade. x. Ballet of the Unhatched chicks in their Eggs, xi. Samuel Goldenberg & Schmuyle, xii. Promenade, xiii. Limoges. Le Marche, xvi. Catacombae [Sepulchurm Romanum], xv. Cum Mortuis in lingua mortua, xvi. Baba Yaga. The Hut on Fowl’s Legs, xvii. The Great Gate of Kiev.

Musician – Beth Levin: piano

Released: 2024
Label: Aldilá Records ARCD024
[aldilarecords.de]
Runtime: 1:12:08

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Orli Shaham Serves Champagne, Fizz and Finesse with her Mozart: The Complete Piano Sonatas

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In Orli Shaham's hands Mozart's sonatas are evoked as few would even dare to try.

The days when pianist and pedagogue Orli Shaham “played” the proverbial younger sibling to her more famous brother, the celebrated violinist Gil Shaham are over. With her monumental box-set Mozart – The Complete Piano Sonatas now in the rearview mirror, it’s also time to survey a Mozartian road, somewhat well-travelled. Admittedly, ‘comparisons are – quite literally – odious’ albeit Ms Shaham’s Mozart sits high atop – if not at the very top – of a list of 10 superlative compendia such as this Mozart one; certainly, Mozart – The Complete Sonatas and Variations [EMI, 2000] by Daniel Barenboim comes to mind, and, of course, Glenn Gould’s…

But, Mr Barenboim’s set includes three discs containing the Variations, which leaves Gould’s by virtue of it being similar in scope to Ms Shaham’s. One comparison does beg mention for more than one reason, apart from the fact that both sets are a sort parallel-road-travelled. Both Ms Shaham and Mr Gould are prodigious pianists who penetrate the wonderful world of Mozart’s genius. Both are highly acclaimed pedagogues – Mr Gould [courtesy of two epic recordings of The Goldberg Variations [Columbia/Sony, 1955 and 1981] – more highly regarded as an interpreter of Johann Sebastian Bach, and both are [were, in the case of Mr Gould] successful broadcasters.

Orli Shaham photographed by Aleksandr Karjaka

There is, however, one major caveat: matters inevitably and unalterably sunk Mr Gould [after he aired his views on Mozart]. His first self-inflicted wound came on April 28th, 1968, when he produced a two-part radio broadcast, which was aired on PBS. The broadcast was entitled How Mozart Became a Bad Composer in Mr Gould went as far as to disparage the ingenious composer as a better writer of the inter-office memo than a composer. He was referring to Mozart’s late work – one sonata, to be precise – and although some have made light of the comment the pianist-turned-‘opinionated broadcaster’ was unlikely to have been joking.

The programme was never re-broadcast, and the comment remained hidden – and forgotten – until the New-York-based documentary filmmaker Laura Carra unearthed it forty-eight years later. Many [especially those from the Glenn Gould Foundation] had glossed over the comment referring to the programme and the Mozart comment as a revelation of “the comic side of his persona on television.” I’m not so sure. Moreover, Mr Gould was referring to Mozart’s Sonata No. 13 in B-flat Major, K. 333, otherwise known as The  “Linz” Sonata.

Mr Gould had a reputation for being a naysayer. Remember his famous public ‘quarrel’ with Leonard Bernstein over the interpretation of Johannes BrahmsFirst Piano Concerto at a New York Philharmonic concert on April 6, 1962? At any rate he may have inadvertently shot himself in the foot again when he released Mozart: The Complete Piano Sonatas, Volumes I and II [Columbia Masterworks, 1979]. There were, of course, no liner noted disparaging comments this time. He just played that fine sonata quite superbly. And it certainly was no inter-office memo…

Orli Shaham’s Mozart: The Complete Piano Sonatas is now available in a box-set

Back to Ms Shaham’s Mozart: The Complete Piano Sonatas, which is certainly more beckoning than Mr Gould’s – more, that is, in the masterly realm of the interpretations recorded by Mr Barenboim…

The quality of her playing throughout her epic survey of Mozart’s sonatas. Ms Shaham takes nothing for granted in these works – indeed, in music as a whole. Nor should we in listening to her. If you know how your Mozart goes, certainly in his eternal penchant for lyricism goes, or his genius for the greater harmonic ingenuity and melodic richness displayed in his later sonatas, for that matter. Which is not to say that she does anything wildly idiosyncratic, let alone provocatively iconoclastic, a la Glenn Gould. At the same time, she digs deeper into each miniature, the very minutiae of everyday life, so to speak – especially Mozart’s relationship to each character and story evoked therein.

Nor does the pianist, blessed with prodigious musicianship, show any signs of being a budding [Mozartian] prophet. Rather, she plainly understands that every interpretation is just one possibility, and she offers us a very enticing opportunity to open our minds, especially in familiar works burdened by tradition – in this case the interpretations which, in the wrong hands, have tended to sound uninteresting, even formulaic. Perhaps this is what Mr Gould ought to have looked at rather Mozart’s playful and quick-witted compositional approach, both of which Ms Shaham brings out in masterly fashion.

Her delicate phrasing creates a feeling of innocent melodiousness, yet each movement is intelligently worked out, and her subtle manipulation of timing conveys a keen sense of that playfulness and quick-witted character that Mozart always exudes. In each case, across the grandeur of the 6-discc set, Ms Shaham’s reading are fresh and spacious – and in the case of Sonata No. 11, the A-major, “Alla turca” K. 331 [disc 3], Ms Shaham shows off Mozart’s true genius not simply for the form, but his puckish sense of surprise right from the first movement onwards.

It begins, not with the customary fast movement but with a gentle, almost folk-song like lullaby which goes through a series of sprightly, if conventional variations. The ensuing Minuet and Trio leads without a break into the infectiously animated Rondo “Alla turca” – a whirling dance which, like the fifth violin concerto, reflects the fashion for all things all  things Turkish. And then there is the Sonata No. 14 in C-minor K. 457 [disc 6], written in 1784, which could hardly be more different than anything he’d written hitherto.

This is Mozart’s  grandest solo work: terse, pithy and inward-looking in a way that seems to anticipate Beethoven. [Seven moths after completing it, Mozart wrote an introduction to the sonata in the form of a Fantasia. The sonata – with or without it – remains a studious and intense work, with a startling range of moods, and in Ms Shaham’s delicate hands it provides a most vivid portrait of Mozart the brilliant keyboard player.

In a quote from the liner notes Ms Shaham tells us: “It was the one sonata of the eighteen I needed to think about more… {I was] eager to put all of the emotional content out there to be judged. I’m all about vulnerability,” she concluded. All of this shows immediately. Ms Shaham takes us into another world. It is a world full of glinting lights, mysterious depths, expectations, frustrations, doubts and hopes, like a late-quasi Mozartian scherzo, glimpsed by moonlight in a forest.

Even if she recorded nothing but the No 14, Ms Shaham’s genius for Mozart would have been reflected through her interpretation of this sonata alone. In sheer colour and variety, in the depth of characterisation and the exceptional range and refinement of its pianism, Ms Shaham here imparts a power and stature to this sonata, which no amount of ‘bigness’ [the usual route taken by pianists] can achieve. Her delicate lyrical, and intent to ‘let it all hang out’ is perfectly suited to the work.

In conclusion one might add the following observation after surveying each of the sonatas as they were releases on one or two discs at a time, over a period of time, [and now as a comely box-set]: Ms Shaham brings out all of these sonatas myriad delights… always with a degree of grit beneath the filigree surface, perhaps, yet overall they are everything you expect from both the genius who is Mozart as well as everything that the definition of a sonata was meant to be: To hark back to the works of Arcangelo Corelli and his contemporaries, a form first described by Sébastien de Brossard in his Dictionaire de musique [Amsterdam, ca. 1710]? literally, a piece played as opposed to a cantata [in Latin cantare, ‘to sing’]; a piece sung.

In these Mozart sonatas are indeed – to coin a new compound epithet that describes them perfectly both sonate-cantare. Orli Shaham brings effortless Mozartian urbanity and lyricism to all  the items, which are as seductive as they are persuasive, an object lesson in the very essence of style. Each is played with buoyant, aristocratic grace and psychological ambiguity. And she is [rightly] almost insolently effortless in bringing debonnaire virtuosity, even sassy swagger to each of the pieces. A fitting tribute to the icon who is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. All in all, a dazzling world of Mozartian sonatas evoked as few would even dare to try.

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