Five concerts, four conductors at different stages of their relationship w/ the LA Phil (part 4 of 4): Zubin Mehta, 50 years later

Zubin Mehta in 1961

Zubin Mehta:  the man, the myth, the legend.

While I’ve had a chance to see the other three conductors profiled in this series fairly early in their relationship with the Los Angeles Philharmonic, I was not around to see any of Mr. Mehta’s concerts as Music Director, let alone the ones early in his career.  I only know of his reputation, mostly via the two local critics of note who followed him the longest — Martin Bernheimer and Alan Rich.  They did not often see eye to eye, but when it came to Mr. Mehta’s conducting, they both seemed to have more misgivings than they had praise.  Beyond them, the stories were not that different:  dashing, charismatic  and adventurous on one hand; slick, perhaps even shallow, interpretations on the other.

My first live experience with Mr. Mehta leading the LA Phil (not counting the children’s concerts I attended as a grade schooler) was in a 1994 all-Mozart concert which featured the 32nd and 41st Symphonies and the Davidde Penitente.  I was impressed with neither his music making nor his demeanor.

Many years later, I read a scathing review that Mr. Rich wrote about a Vienna Philharmonic concert here in L.A. that Mr. Mehta conducted, and the late, great music critic’s words brought me back to that ’94 all-Mozart concert with this observation:

“Now he fixes the world with an angry glare, and oozes his way toward the podium as if he’d just peed in his pants, bearing on his stopped shoulders the remnants of a glory that might have been, but which has been too ofen wrongly steered.”  (Alan Rich, “Mehta-phobia,” So I’ve Heard:  March 12, 2009)

In those pre- All is Yar days, I responded on Mr. Rich’s blog with the following comment of my own:

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Happy Birthday to the great Martha Argerich

“Great” is an often overused and mis-applied word, but is unquestionably appropriate in describing Martha Argerich.

The great Argentinian pianist was born on June 5, 1941, which makes her 71 years old today.

Her appearances are always events, partly because they are relatively rare.  Every few years, her name comes up on a local program, but often she bows out instead of performing (or as  is frequently said, she is available for a limited number of cancellations).

So why do presenting organizations continue to schedule her when they can?  Because she is, in a word, great.

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Trying to ignore The Ring (nah, nah, nah . . . I can’t hear you!!)

Many people enjoy Wagner’s Ring.  Some are even devoted to it enough trapse across the globe to see full productions of it.

I am neither of those types of people.

I’ve always respected it when critics were willing to acknowledge their inherent biases against a particular composer or performer.  The late great Alan Rich made a point of admitting to his dislike of Brahms and Sibelius whenever reviewing concerts containing either of those composers.  Therefore, let me say very clearly:  I don’t like Wagner, and I don’t like The Ring.

Mind you, I don’t hate it, I just don’t want to devote that much time in my life listening to it just to learn it thoroughly enough so that I’d be able to appreciate sitting through the endless hours of a full Ring Cycle; it makes Bollywood movies seem downright improv-comedy-sketch length by comparison.  I, of course, can appreciate the amount of influence that The Ring has had on musical and theatrical history, and I certainly respect the power and impact that a good production can have on one’s mind, body, and soul (so I’ve been told).  The biggest hurdle for me is that despite my intellectual respect for Wagner’s music, there are so many other composers — Mahler, Stravinsky, Berg, Schubert, Shostakovich, Lutosławski, just to name a few — whose music I’d really rather to get to know better before Wagner even approaches the veritable top of the queue.

For now and into the foreseeable future, I prefer my Ring — my Wagner, in general — in small snippets:  the Los Angeles Philharmonic’s concert from last November with Esa-Pekka Salonen conducting and Bryn Terfel as soloist was a good example:   I went home humming the Prelude to Act 3 of Lohengrin and all was well (BTW:  shouldn’t that concert have come out on iTunes by now as originally promised??!!!).

So with all that in mind, you’ll forgive me if I didn’t make a drive up to War Memorial Opera House to check out the latest version of Wagner’s epic done by our friends at San Francisco Opera.  For those of you who may care, here are some links to the reviews of those more willing to endure  Wagner:

  • Mark Swed in the Los Angeles Times HERE
  • Anthony Tommasini in The New York Times HERE
  • Joshua Kosman in the San Francisco Chronicle HERE
  • Philip Kennicott in the Washington Post HERE  (UPDATE:  Anne Midgette’s unofficial review on her blog)
  • Brian reviews Siegfried in Out West Arts HERE, with other operas in the cycle earlier in his blog
  • Lisa Hirsch for San Francisco Classical Voice HERE 
  • Opera Chic posted portraits taken of the performers
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