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Davis Symphony Hall
San Francisco Symphony
William Kraft, Concerto No. 2 for Timpani
Beethoven, Symphony No. 9
Michael Tilson Thomas, conducting.
So, the concert tonight was fabulous.
The orchestra opened with a commissioned Concerto for Timpani, and seeing the specially made rack with mini-timpani hanging from it, with the soloist in the middle, was pretty cool. The 9 small drums hung from the rack, above the 6 larger timpani below. I was interested in all the different sounds that the soloist, David Herbert, produced, twirling around, craning to watch the conducting, while pounding, slapping, and pedaling.
I’d have to evaluate the musicality of the concerto at another hearing. Too busy watching the show. The other percussionists also had lots of work to do in that concerto, bells and gongs going off all the time.

San Francisco Symphony always seems to program something really experimental in front of a Beethoven symphony. J. pointed out that it’s hard to get less experimental than a Beethoven symphony. True. Though his symphonies are amazing, and at their debut experimental, they are taken for granted now.
Still, Beethoven brings the crowds out. But it’s Michael Tilson Thomas’ conducting that brings the crowds to their feet.
Michael Tilson Thomas was amazing, conducting sometimes by shrugging his shoulders, hands by his side–then darting in with the baton to point up an accent. The score on the podium was closed the entire time. And his interpretation of the last movement…
The opening notes of the first movement, were carefully and delicately laid out, and I felt like I was listening to it for the first time. Instead of rushing to the main theme, the orchestra indulged Beethoven’s play with the pulsing chords in the first violins. The variations so whimsical and quick, and boom–there’s the main theme.
But it was the interpretation of the last movement, the famous Ode to Joy which was so vivid and fresh. I have _never_ been so pleased to hear that piece. Typically the chorus runs roughshod over these notes… screaming away. (Perhaps I’ve heard church choirs wind themselves up for an excerpt of this too often.) But to hear it in context, in the movement, after the orchestra whips up the melody sans voices… and then the baritone shakes off the darker theme, announcing the ode to joy with the recitive… that was symphony magic.
The section with the tenor and the chorus was so lighthearted and amusing. I couldn’t believe the orchestra… it sounded like a small swing band. The the tenor came in lightly and whimsically, the chorus to-, keeping it light and frothy. Vance George deserves no end of credit for his fine chorus.
It was great. Loud, loud applause. And a great way to end the season. Although I missed more concerts this year than ever, I did see a fair number. And this completed our 6th year of concerts… so, 66 all told, probably in the mid 50’s for me. That’s a lot of music.
Can’t wait till next year!