Bent Frequency: Sarah Hennies Residency

Bent Frequency and the Georgia State Center for Collaborative and International Arts brought composer Sarah Hennies to Atlanta for a brief residency that included a couple of pretty amazing concerts of her music. Friday night’s concert was held at Plaza Theatre and featured Contralto for video and chamber ensemble consisting of violin, viola, cello, double bass, and a variety of both traditional and novel percussion instruments. The video features eight transgender women going through a series of vocal exercises that are designed to help transwomen feminize their voices. The women are featured one at a time and the only time that their voices overlap are moments when Hennies mixes the sound of them singing their highest or lowest notes together to create a chord. The live ensemble served as a sort of accompaniment, the effect making me think of the relationship between a piano accompaniment and the soloist in a sonata. And I don’t know exactly why it made me think of a sonata rather than a cantata despite featuring human voice. Perhaps in the way that it was edited, the film felt a little more like an instrument being played by Hennies (as editor) than a chorus or series of vocal soloists.
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ASO: Robert Spano with Kirill Gerstein

I have the softest little black bag that the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra gave to me as a subscriber at the concert last night with a little Post-It calendar in it and I feel like it should be useful but I haven’t figured out what to do with it yet. It goes with the new color of the walls in the hallways of Symphony Hall, which were painted black. There are new portraits of the musicians, too, which are in vibrant color and in which everyone is dressed smart casual instead of how they dress on stage. I’m honestly not happy about the dark wall – it now feels even more cramped when the auditorium is emptying out. And the pictures seem kind of disingenuous if they’re going to keep the men of the orchestra performing in tails. It’s not really that bad, though: just not what I’d do. I was pretty happy at first to see that they got rid of the two projection screens hanging off of the proscenium on either side of the stage in favor of one large one suspended from between some of the acoustic shell’s drop panels – sitting in row C made the old ones a bit uncomfortable to watch – but then I noticed that they kept the projector in one of the little compartments in the mezzanine so now we have three lines through anything they put up there from the shadows cast by the hanging microphones over the stage. They do get credit for trying, though, and I think they finally fixed the torn cloth cover over one of the built-in speakers, which is unquestionably a positive. Maybe if I ever become a multi-decamillionaire then I’ll grant them the money for a real renovation.
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Atlanta Ballet: Return to Fall

I’m glad that Atlanta Ballet decided to restore their autumn program.1 It felt a little odd to have the entire season crammed into four months at the end of the arts season. By the time February would roll around, I often found myself almost surprised to see their dance concerts on my calendar. I must say their Return to Fall was quite the triumph, with good performances in an excellent program that was a perfect beginning to the new season.
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The Weird Sisters: The Electric Baby

I have no idea why I decided to change all of my plans for Friday in the middle of the week to see the Weird Sisters’ production of Stefanie Zadravec’s The Electric Baby, but I’m glad that I did. It was one of the better plays that I’ve ever seen in Atlanta, both in terms of the script and the quality of the presentation. A comedic drama, it made me laugh, cry, and taught me how to use a pair of socks soaked in whiskey to keep me from coughing during a show: what more could I ask from theater?
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Serenbe Playhouse: The Seagull

I generally don’t attend arts events OTP just because there’s more than enough for me ITP and my daily commute up and down GA 400 sours me on the idea of getting back on the highway when I don’t have to. A couple of friends of mine wanted an excuse to go down and check out Serenbe, though, so we made plans for them to pick me up and go see a play by Serenbe Playhouse. They left it to me to pick the play and I chose The Seagull both because I like what I’ve seen of Chekhov’s work and the rest of the season offerings were mostly musical theater adaptations of movies (or at least the same source material as famous movies), which didn’t appeal to me in the least. So my friends picked me up, we got some dinner in the city since we are all vegans and Serenbe is not particularly friendly to our kind, and we went down to see what may be the worst production of Chekhov’s work ever to be staged.
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YInMn Project

The problem with liking new music in Atlanta is that concerts are often held in spaces with no climate control. Yesterday’s YInMn Project new music festival organized by Cassidy Chey Goldblatt was held in one of the galleries at Whitespace Gallery. While it’s a lovely space and its location in Inman Park likely provided the inspiration for the festival’s name (the blue chemical compound YInMn is a homophone of Inman), the gallery provided no cooling on a humid, sticky day that reached 90˚F. For ventilation, the gallery was left open to the property’s lovely courtyard, which is wonderfully well protected from any errant breezes that might try to invade it. So, sweaty, salty, and sticky, I sat for 6 ½ hours or so listening to six ensembles do an excellent job playing a wonderfully varied array of music. With the exception of one of the ensembles, there were no printed set lists and the heat slowed my poor brain down too much to note what the musicians said, so below are my general impressions of each set with only a few pieces mentioned by name.
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ASO: Robert Spano with Inon Barnatan

So, if you don’t know me and you haven’t read the About Me page on this blog, then let me warn you that I am neither a critic nor a journalist. This is really just where I dump my thoughts on some of the things that I go to so that I can remember them later. That said, I’m starting this blog entry with something whiny and unrelated to the concert itself.
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