A CHORUS TO SHOUT ABOUT (DISCREETLY)    
                                              By D. Rane Danubian
        artssf.com, the independent observer of San Francisco Bay Area music
                                                                 Week of Dec. 11-18, 2006
                                                                  Vol. 9, No. 42
          You want to beat the drums, but gently, to celebrate the San Francisco Choral Artists singers.
            This 23-member mixed chorus remains among the foremost unaccompanied singing groups of professional quality on this or any other coast. They let up slightly in the holiday program. I mean, this one featured only three world premieres, 20 selections spanning nearly 500 years, some six nationalities and 4.5 languages (since the oohs and aahs constituting a Hungarian song may or may not count).  

            It’s the sort of versatile elite group that, if you were a choral composer, you’d want to write for; and many have. The singers bring out the subtlest effects and the softest pillow sounds along with robust outpourings in the finest intonation I have heard in ages. The 10-year director Megan Solomon has shaped a mature ensemble leaving a critic to grope to unearth even one flaw---perhaps a flickering candle, a sore throat, or a tuxedo bow-tie listing slightly  to starboard.

            I guess I could have used a few more clearly pronounced consonants in the Dec. 10 concert at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Oakland, as more and more Bay Area choruses seem to follow the lead of the Grammy-winning S.F. Symphony Chorus, which hasn’t chewed on a good consonant since the Big Quake.  But, to compensate, the SFCA has a very strong section where most ensembles are weakest: tenors. The tenor-rich side was emphasized in the Englishman Benjamin Britten’s flamboyant Prayer I from “Ad majorem gloriam,” an opus that American customs held inexplicably in bondage for more than 25 years (prsumably because it smacked of left-leaning Christian messages).

            Among the new works came one worthy of becoming an annual: Maia Aprahamian’s “Zechariah’s Prophecy,” alluding to a figure of note in liturgy of both Islam and Christendom. Conceived in an alternating  format  of cantor then choral refrain, it vaults from the line in Luke, “Given light to those who walk in darkness” to place  the choir in a procession, at first pitch-black, then with candles lit and carried, one by one, This is a work of haunting beauty, unfolding with spatial ramifications to embrace and anoint the edifice.

            Another new work, Jerry Mueller’s “Io, Saturnalia!” was a novelty song apparently by some jocular grouch, not quite Scrooge, satiated with holiday bustle/hustle, ready to return to ancient Roman Saturnalia feasts of, well, everything we’re NOT supposed to do in public today.

            The rep was astutely chosen. Francis Poulenc, best known for boulevardier pieces, lighter classics, and fashionable digestibles, has a serene Mass, from which the lustrous “Videntes stellam” in Latin was drawn. On the same linguistic wavelength was Orlando di Lasso’s difficult polyphony of “Ave maris stella.” Lest Stella get too proud, these titles refer to a star, a symbol of the season, and not Stella.

            The polyphony from the Renaissance is becoming to this vocal group, though it makes no attempt to emulate the sound textures of choirs of men and boys for whom the music like di Lasso's was written 400+ years ago. Women now sing all the boys’ parts, with a warm vibrato that, back then, would have been absent.

            The selections included one favorite Indian carol, written in 1643 in Canada by Jean de Brebeuf. “In the Moon of Wintertime” tells the Christmas story, transposed and translated: Gitchi Manitou (God) brought us the Babe (Jesus) in a lodge of broken bark, in a ragged robe of rabbit skin, adored by chiefs (Magi) bringing gifts of fox and beaver pelt. Written in Huron, it was translated to French, and eventually English. Whatever the language, it touches and caresses the heart.

            In a marked departure from other choral offerings, the Choral Artists provide a narrator and historian (Stephen Wilson) to comment sagely on each set and its significance while the singers regroup---a welcome, engaging touch.  

            The 50-ft.-high ceilings of spacious St. Paul and its brick walls allowed handsome resonances for the chorus, but no resonance in attendance, which was in the 50-75 range, despite the prime Sunday-afternoon timing and cooperative weather in this highly accessible downtown Oakland location.

            Fortunately, two opportunities remain to catch the SFCA's holiday cornucopia  Dec. 16-17.
The program also includes the new "King Herod Came to Bethlehem" by San Jose's Brian Holmes.
            San Francisco Choral Artists, opening its 23rd season, continuing Dec. 16, St. Mark’s Episcopal Church, Palo Alto;, and Dec. 17, St. Gregory of Nyassa Church, San Francisco. For info: (415) 979-5779, or go online.

        ©D. Rane Danubian 2006

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        D. Rane Danubian has been covering the dance and modern-music scene in the San Francisco Bay Area with relish -- and a certain amount of salsa -- for years.
    These critiques appearing weekly (or sometimes semi-weekly, but never weakly) will focus on dance and new musical creativity in performance, with forays into books (by authors of the region), theater and recordings by local artists as well.
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