Carnegie Hall – Orchestra of St. Luke’s

This was my first time ever setting foot in Carnegie Hall. I’ve only actually seen the outside of Carnegie Hall a total of two times; the first on the way to Fall for Dance, and this was the second. I played in my high school orchestra as the 1st chair Violin myself, and I know the feeling of walking out on stage by yourself and hearing the audience applaud you. It’s exhilarating, but it also puts a huge amount of pressure upon your shoulders.

The inside of the hall is quite beautiful and it’s such an amazing privilege, and what a luxury, to be able to just sit inside and do nothing but listen and enjoy. My favorite piece was the one by Luigi Dallapiccola with the full orchestra. I’m not sure how to quite explain it, but I just really enjoy the sound of a complete orchestra. There are certain parts in the music that sound as if different sections of the orchestra are having a conversation with one another. One section plays a couple of lines and another answers back, sometimes mimicking, sometimes in response, sometimes almost in retaliation as if they were in a friendly competition. Those are the parts of the music that I enjoy the most, whether it’s listening to it as the audience, or playing it in an orchestra.

Six Characters in Search of an Author

Although this play was really enjoyable, I was utterly confused throughout the whole event. My confusion didn’t really deter me from watching it, but rather kept me on my toes. It would have made it so much easier to follow the play if the subtitles didn’t distract from watching the actual play, but glancing at the subtitles once or twice for a scene was enough to figure out the overall situation. The story itself did remind me of Inception, as Erica mentioned in her post. Like the movie “Inception”, “Six Characters in Search of an Author” had many layers of reality. There was a layer in which we exist as an audience that was watching a fictional play containing characters who are brought to life by professionally trained actors. Pirandello plays with this layer of reality by tugging at our emotions and while I was watching the play I unknowingly began to believe the story’s verisimilitude. Then the layers after this start to get all fuzzy. This is when it begins to confuse me, I don’t know whether or not to believe the characters are the creation of an author’s imagination that have come to living, or if the whole event was fictional in the layer of reality which the actors’ and actresses’ existed. But the last layer is the reality of the characters. I don’t doubt that they were living and breathing and have complex lives as the author of their story intended, but whether they actually existed in any reality besides their own is the question we are all asking. This was a thoroughly enjoyable play that got us all talking about so many aspects of theater, writing, life, so even though I was extremely confused, I enjoy this confusion because it sparked a really great conversation in class.

–Chloe Chai

Experience at Carnegie Hall

It’s been a long time since I went to an orchestral performance at Carnegie Hall, and I’ve never been to a classical concert. Thursday was the first, and the best.

Purcell’s suite was great for falling asleep to…

Tchaikovsky’s piece on The Tempest impressed me in its depiction of the storm. I haven’t read The Tempest and therefore cannot go into details, but the magnitude of the storm and the calmness of its eye are great.

Dallapiccola’s piece made some sense as a depiction of a deserted summer night.

Mendelssohn’s Die erste Walpurgisnacht orchestrates a poem of a Christianized people who still follow parts of their old religion. It had this interesting stanza:

Dieses dumpfen Pffafenchristen,
Lasst uns keck sie überlisten!
Mit dem Teufel, den sie fabeln,
Wollen wir sie selbst erschrecken.
These stupid Christians
let us boldly outsmart them!
With the very devil they invent
We’ll terrify them.

This helps uncover a major flaw in the “Christianizing” of the old days: the people were never changed in their hearts. Instead they were forced into a new mold in which they continue to do what they used to.

The best part of that concert was hearing the trombones.