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Mikkel Schou at his Debut Concert. © The Royal Danish Academy of Music
16.
march
Schou is a powerhouse – unafraid to try new things, push himself in new directions, and pull us all along with him. We sorely need this energy, and we are lucky to have Schou and his do-it-anyway attitude.
But sometimes do-it-anyway needs tempering a little. Schou spoke about how he prepared this concert without guidance from his teachers. Brave, but I missed a guiding hand, a sharper focus. Both concerts were too long, and not always coherent. I sensed an artist who has defined himself by who he isn’t, but not yet by who he is.
Still, there were glimpses of a unique personality. Stefan Prins’ Generation Kill was an odd choice to start a debut concert with – Schou’s back was facing the audience, and the piece did little to highlight his skills as a performer (I also hated the piece, but that’s a personal matter). So I’m going to pretend that the concert started with Johannes Kreidler’s Guitar Piece – a vile little video-nasty to which Schou fully committed. A perfect manifesto – the absolute nerve of presenting two years of soloist class education by eating your guitar. I wish we’d had more of this playfulness.
But the energy sagged with a disparate selection of pieces that seemed more like a composer class concert than a presentation of a fresh artistic profile. Props to Schou for this – using your debut concert to focus on younger composers is bold, and should be celebrated. I just wish we’d had more Schou. My highlight was Emil Vijgen’s Photobooth Study, where Schou got to engage with his instrument in a different way, let loose a little, and be a soloist.
Schou may present himself as a force of nature, and he is, but there is an air of sensitivity (reticence, even) to his presence that does not always match up with the pieces being performed. Rob Durnin’s What, de facto could have benefitted from some more ‘fuck you’ attitude – the performance was oddly shy.
The late-night concert’s improvisation was fun: it’s always a joy to see Marcela Lucatelli and Henrik Olsson improvise (although Schou was the clear third wheel). However, the concert was overlong, and did not add much to Schou’s profile. I get that he wanted to show more sides of himself, but, again, it came at the expense of focus. Replacing Esben Nordborg Møller’s bloated Drones with Sarah Nemtsov’s lounge-jazz tinged Seven Colours from earlier would both shorten the concerts and sharpen the intention.
But these things are matters of polish. Schou is a rare and exceptional artist, and deserves accolades for his work and for these concerts. With more confidence and time to refine his vision, there is no doubt that Schou will be an essential fixture on the new music scene for years to come.
Athelas Sinfonietta. © Alexander Banck-Petersen
9.
november
Der var godt fyldt både i salen og på scenen, da Athelas uropførte Simon Christensens Carved in Stone, et værk, der begyndte brat med en trekamp mellem bækkenslag, akkorder i strygerne og ostinater i blæserne.
Det var svært at finde holdepunkter i musikken, men som jeg var ved at blive tabt, spillede bækkenerne en figur, der afsluttede værket så brat, som det begyndte – hvilket fik mig til at længes tilbage efter det organiserede kaos, jeg få sekunder forinden var forvirret over. Effektivt!
Desværre skabte Georg Friedrich Haas’ Remix (2007) primært en mumlen via instrumenterne. Som en radio, der var i stykker og kun fangede noget af lyden. Et klimaks for dobbelt slagtøj, der brød gennem virvaret, kunne ikke redde værket fra at føles langt og uden retning.
Man manglede Kristine Tjøgersens klaverkoncert, der udgik på grund af sygdom, da det kunne have skabt et bedre flow i koncerten.
Jakob Buchanan. © Per Bergmann
7.
november
Smeltedigel er ikke et udbrændt ord, men netop smukt dækkende, når newyorkersaxofonisten Chris Speed møder Aarhus Jazz Orchestra og norske Helge Norbakkens globalt pulserende percussion, og når dansk-amerikanske Indra Rios-Moore kan få digte af sydafrikanske Iain S. Thomas til at gløde som senromantiske lieder.
Den menneskelige eksistens er et kaos, lyder det i det første af syv stykker. Umage musikalske traditioner og Simon Toldams space-klaver støder sammen og danner nye vidnesbyrd, der dunker med blueset nordisk vemod og Gil Evans-elegante arrangementer. Vildt overbevisende!
I Pt. 7 taler Rios-Moore om nattens regn som den store registrator af brudte løfter; men regnen bringer også nyt: »Drømte mig en drøm i nat« – de eneste ord på dansk – slutter dette prægtige værk af Buchanan, en mand med et flygelhorn, som engang har boet i ‘Rosenhill’.
»The Sound Around You«. © Vinyl -terror & -horror
6.
november
Camilla Sørensen og Greta Christensen har længe gjort sig bemærket gennem deres koncerter og installationer med fokus på vinylformatet, som bliver behandlet på alle andre måder end den gængse afspilning.
Her hopper og danser pickupnålene mellem brudstykker af klassisk musik, schlager og filmlydseffekter. Døre knirker, ting smadrer, personer hoster, vinylen knitrer og støjer.
De første tre skæringer på The Sound Around You er fragmenterede kollager af mekaniske vinylmanipulationer. Lytteren suges ind i den hauntologiske malstrøm, som så ofte udgør Vinyl -terror & -horrors særegne udtryk.
Vender man pladen, finder man dens spejling: Violinisten George Kentros har transskriberet instrumentalversioner af pladens A-side. Væk er vinylstøjen og det maskinelle udtryk; tilbage står tre befriende, organiske indspilninger. Hermed hjemsøger de levende de døde.
Udgivelsen er enormt vellykket, og instrumentalversionerne er en genistreg, som ikke bare er en underfundig idé, men rent faktisk fungerer på egne musikalske præmisser.
Ly Tran. © Alexander Banck-Petersen
5.
november
A short, neat and sweet Klang double-bill pivoting on voice and movement. In Martin Stauning’s Gestures (2020) the soprano’s ghostly song was marinated in electroacoustics, as loose as our individual ideas of a story projected onto the visual clues we were given – flowers, water, a ceremonial table and Tran in an old wedding dress.
She moved from song to sung words to spoken words. When she finally floated off, she was back on song: ‘death in life, life in death.’
In Jeppe Ernst’s 3 Romantic Songs (2017) we heard the opposite: everything tightened up. Byron’s Farewell was squeaked-out by a motionless Tran, adopting the persona of a child unaware of the shape or meaning of its words – the poet’s billowing ego deflated.
Keats’s Ode on Melancholy was straightjacketed by strict rhythms stamped-out by Tran’s feet and Shelley’s The Waning Moon was staged as an ancient ceremony, its words elevated, sanctified but anaemic. As Tran said: ‘the singer’s instrument is a living body.’ It pursued its own agendas here.
Allan Gravgaard Madsen. © Malthe Folke Ivarsson
Da Isabel Mundrys lidt generiske, men flotte værker var overstået, kom aftenens egentlige hovedværk, Suite (2014-18) af Allan Gravgaard Madsen.
Hele værket arbejder på grænsen af, hvad der kan lade sig gøre på traditionelle instrumenter. Det var både interessant, skrøbeligt og vellydende, men de annoncerede »klingende dryp fra tidligere tiders musikalske mesterværker« og suiteform var svære at finde.
Som slående kontrast sad Morten Riis i et lille lydlaboratorium i siden af scenen og genafspillede hver sats i modificerede udgaver gennem højttalere, der blandt andet var dækket af bækkener – som en ekstra højttalermembran – og fra bunden af en snurrende projektør.
De støjende højttaleres og lyssætningens store potentiale i Suite for Electro Mechanical Loudspeaker Orchestra (2020) blev dog dæmpet af, at hele setuppet virkede lidt hjemmelavet og ufærdigt. Det var svært at høre Madsens værk i Riis’ parafraser, og jeg havde hellere oplevet dem hver for sig, hvor de helt sikkert har mere at byde på.