Ágreda’s cultural criticism.
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Juanjo Mena, who runs the OSCyL tonight, is giving us a superb, enveloping concert, full of color and even -if you hurry me- sensual. The orchestra follows her delighted, she is delighted to be conducted like this, slowly and she responds in a disciplined way, allowing herself to be enveloped by Mena’s hands that draw colored staves. Because this director has a quality that is obvious: he does nothing for the gallery, his movements only seek to adhere to the score and that, the listener appreciates, and in what way.
The Symphony No. 1 in D major, op. 25 “Classical” by Sergei Prokofiev revealed to us the strange instinct that the OSCyL has to interpret “the Russians”. The sounds that built the symphony building breathed music on the four sides of the Jesús López Cobos Symphony Hall. This made it easier for the listener to get carried away by nostalgia remembering that morning when the Valladolid Symphony Orchestra, conducted by the director Luis Remartinez He appeared at the Zambrana College to execute Pedro y el Lobo that the inmates of the Sixth had prepared for months. What a joy to see Villate and the Berodas brothers enjoy classical music for the first time.
Then comes the Concerto for viola and orchestra in D major by Franz Anton Hoffmeister performed by the virtuoso violist Joaquín Riquelme and the rapture arrives. The rush of being rocked by the experience of the sound of the viola that always takes you to a place away from the madding crowd so that there you can feel the power of music. While life is something that happens between two moments of emptiness; man is the only animal that knows that his life is ending and that leads him to create music; that there is a beginning and an end gives it meaning, it is an existential paradox.
The philosopher Clement Rosset affirms in his book “The singular object” that music is the most alien thing that exists “To the reality evoked by words” Lmusic does not account for anything, does not represent anything, does not refer to anything, does not comment or describe anything, does not translate; music just is. Well possibly he is right. Reason why when the first bars of the Concertadas Variations op.23 of Alberto Ginastera the listener has the feeling that he has thrown himself into the sea, the water is at a pleasant temperature and no one will move him from there for a long time. It has been worth leaving home and being able to feel happy for an hour or more.
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