Author: Tom Myron

Contemporary Classical

New CD from Martin Kuuskmann: 3 Concertos for Bassoon & Orchestra

Martin Kuuskmann performs works for Bassoon and Orchestra composed by Tõnu Kõrvits, Eino Tamberg and Erkki-Sven Tüür, with the Estonian National Symphony Orchestra conducted by Mihhail Gerts on Orchid Classics ORC 100384 ©2025 by Orchid Music Ltd.

Martin Kuuskmann (b. 1971) is an Estonian born, multi-Grammy nominated virtuoso bassoonist noted for his high energy, charismatic performance style across a wide spectrum of idioms and repertoire. To date, over a dozen concerti have been written expressly for him. In addition to maintaining a busy international recording and concertizing career, he holds the chair of Associate Professor of Bassoon at the University of Denver’s Lamont School of Music. I first became aware of Kuuskmann’s work in 2008, when I heard him perform Luciano Berio’s Sequenza XII for solo Bassoon during a one day festival of the complete Sequenzas held at Jazz at Lincoln Center’s Rose Theater. On that occasion I wrote:

“Martin Kuuskmann’s performance of Sequenza XII for Bassoon left me wondering why that instrument has not long since replaced the electric guitar as the instrument of choice for disaffected teenagers around the globe. Playing from memory and holding his instrument without the aid of a support strap, he laid down a 22-minute industrial pipeline of sliding, distortion-laden multiphonics that gave me the vivid impression of a Jimi Hendrix guitar solo emerging from one of Anselm Kiefer’s collapsed concrete labyrinths.”

Over the ensuing 17 years, that 2008 performance has remained fresh in my memory. In fact, anyone who knows me has probably at some point heard me recount the experience. So, I was especially pleased when Martin himself brought this new CD, containing 3 of the aforementioned 12-plus concerti that have been composed expressly for him, to my attention.

If it can be generally agreed that the portal to 20th (and now 21st) century music first opened in 1913 with Stravinsky’s Le Sacre du Printemps, it’s worth recalling that that epoch-making work begins by emerging from silence with an extended, utterly bewitching, unaccompanied bassoon solo. I believe that Stravinsky’s decision to commence in this manner was not mere happenstance. If we think of individual instruments in the way that we think of actors – as dramatis personae in an extended narrative – surely the bassoon represents the complex and unpredictable character actor. Berio himself considered something like this view as essential to the creation of his 1997 bassoon Sequenza. He calls Sequenza XII:

“…a meditation on the circumstance that the bassoon – perhaps more than any other wind instrument – seems to have oppositional characteristics in its personality – differing profiles, differing articulation options, differing characteristics of timbre and dynamics.”

Considered as a group, the works on this CD can be understood as a sequence of three unguided tours traversing through and lingering on striking aspects of the full range of the bassoon’s aforementioned abundant “oppositional characteristics.” In this collection, only Eino Tamberg’s work assumes the time-honored multi-movement, fast-slow-fast formal layout typical of the classical and Romantic eras. But, in this instance, the formula is a springboard rather than a straitjacket.

The program begins with Tõnu Kõrvits’s (b. 1969) “Beyond the Solar Fields” (2004). The work is an unbroken, 17-minute span that, to my ears, contains in its musical DNA a deliberate evocation of the musical, dramatic and folkloric sensibilities that gave rise to Stravinsky’s Le Sacre. The piece is compressed in its time span, but wildly expansive in its perfectly timed deployment of swells and washes of ravishing orchestral color and pseudo-impressionistic harmony. I use the prefix “pseudo” here in its scientific, rather than critical/pejorative sense. Kõrvits’s harmonic language in these passages is derived from 20th and 21st century jazz and pop sources. There is no defaulting to the altered, free floating Debussy-isms of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The resulting sound world is familiar, but entirely fresh, never recycled.

The especially evident in the striking moment at the end of the work where a recording of a woman’s voice singing a type of Estonian folk song called a Helletus emerges from the orchestral soundscape. According to Wikipedia, Helletus is not a specific song but a genre of herding call, a form of communication between shepherds and their cattle. The vocalizations are often “non-lexical”, using sounds rather than words to guide, summon or sooth livestock. The deployment of this strategy as a coda to the work is both haunting and rich in extra-musical associations.

As mentioned earlier, Eino Tamberg (1930 – 2010) constructs his Concerto for Bassoon and Orchestra (2001) in the time-honored multi-movement format of the classical and Romantic eras. But in this case, an antiquated convention is deployed in the service of pushing against generic expectations. The piece makes no heroic efforts to resuscitate archaic harmonic formulas or reanimate deadened melodic sensibilities. Of course, this kind of Neo-classical approach sets the stage for an arch species of late 20th century ironic wit and self-awareness. In this regard, Tamberg does not disappoint. Each of the concerto’s four movements are marked with both the classical Italian language terminology for designating mood and tempo AND terse, idiosyncratic translations into English of those same designations:

1. Perpetuo moto (It Won’t Stop) Vivo.
2. Interludio – La danza irrequieto (Restless Dancing). Allegro irrequieto
3. Solo (Alone). Lento
4. Postludio – Perpetuo Moto (It Moves Again). Vivo leggiero

The overall form of the work suggests a circle. Two thematically related outer movements, 1 and 4, frame a pair of inner episodes in movements 2 and 3. Movements 1 and 4 are characterized by manic, flickering streams of notes. They are initiated by the solo bassoon and picked up by wildly varying combinations of instruments from within the orchestra. This high-speed, high-energy music always stays just this side of under control. The effect for the listener is both mesmerizing and thrilling.

During the inner episodes, the action winds down from frenetic, “Restless” dancing to a haunting lament from the bassoon. The 3rd movements long, singing passages are draped in pointillistic necklaces of keyboards and mallet percussion performing hushed, rapid arrangements of the earlier dance music. Tamberg was a late 20th century master, and the agile wit, humor and seriousness displayed in the concerto’s formal strategies is borne out everywhere and abundantly in the wry luminance of the music itself.

The Concerto for Bassoon and Orchestra (2003) by Erkki-Sven Tüür (b. 1959) is eccentric in its formal architecture and, in this setting at least, unique in its gestation. The unique gestation consists of the fact that the entire piece is a re-write of Tüür’s 1996 Concerto for Cello and Orchestra, this time with the bassoon as soloist. While the reason for this state of affairs given in the CD’s liner notes by Kuuskmann involves a scheduling conflict, the practice of instrumental transcription has a history as long as music itself.

In overall form, the concerto is cast as a wildly asymmetrical pair of movements. Movement 1 is just under 17 minutes long, Movement 2 is just under 5. The piece begins with an arresting set of gestures. A sequence of chords is orchestrated in a bell-like manner, with one group of instruments providing the sharp attack of the imaginary bell’s clapper, and another the long, sustaining tones and overtones of the bell itself. The soloist emerges out of this resonating atmosphere, first appearing as one of the sustained tones, but gradually becoming animated with moving lines and figuration.

From there the music unfolds in a basically episodic manner. In fact, the concerto is something of a composer’s sketchbook of the ways in which an orchestra might accompany, oppose and/or be dominated by a solo instrumentalist – bassoon or cello. For me, the ultimate sonic impression is of a single 22 minute work with an extended coda beginning just before the 17-minute mark. But, the work’s formal asymmetry notwithstanding, the concerto ends as it began – as a sequence of bell strikes. It’s a compelling strategy which, in this case etches itself into the listener’s memory as a vivid, memorable musical landscape.

– Tom Myron, August 2025
Contemporary Classical

A Day and a Night of Berio

Berio Graphic

DAY

It’s been said (probably by Robert Craft) that Stravinsky was the last composer whose work could survive a one man recital. At yesterday’s performance of the complete Sequenzas at the Rose Theater, I heard that mantle happily passed by 14 brilliant advocates to Luciano Berio.

In his introductory remarks for yesterday’s performances composer & host Steven Stuckey said that when Berio wrote the Sequenza I for flute in 1958 he didn’t know that he was starting a dynasty. I wonder. By 1958 Berio was already fashioning an approach to composition consciously modeled, down to the smallest detail, on the working methods of 20th century literature’s most voracious and Faustian omnivore, James Joyce. And while Berio himself probably would not have cared much for the notion of “dynasty building”, I think it’s safe to say that he was happy to build and set in motion some very big wheels. Maybe dynasties are what they rolled over.

To push the metaphor a little further perhaps we could say that the Sequenzas, taken as a whole, constitute not a dynasty but a beautiful and (naturally) problematic invisible city. On this occasion each work was dazzlingly interpreted by members of the NYP and a cadre of ferociously gifted special guests. The complete cycle was presented in three highly illuminating groups of 5, 5 and 4, separated by two intermissions. Each segment started with concise & lucid remarks from Steven Stuckey. Each set of Sequenzas was concluded with the representative work for bowed string instrument, culminating in Eric Bartlett’s fearless and riveting performance of Sequenza 14 for cello, which fuses molten modernism with Sri Lankin drumming patterns.

The program opened authoritatively with Sequenza 3 for solo voice, brilliantly performed by Synergy Vocals leader Micaela Haslam. The piece is an all-or-nothing tour de force that Berio wrote for Cathy Berberian (the first of three formidable creative collaborators to whom he was married.) Probably no other work in Berio’s catalog boils down his Joycean obsession with sound-becoming-sense as quickly and concisely as Sequenza 3. The piece is the embodiment of the soul or spirit of all the other Sequenzas and can only come first and be performed with utter conviction (as it was here) in any setting where all the other Sequenzas are to be heard at one go.

Sequenza 3 gave Berio the idea of imbuing all the other Sequenzas with a layer (implied or explicit) of theatricality and Sequenza 5 for trombone was given the full cabaret clown work-up by Sachar Israel, complete with a red rubber nose & a movie-style “back story”. The piece was played with bravura humor & technique but the total effect came of as over worked.

The two most genuinely affecting moments of theater came from performers whose instruments are not normally associated with the gravitas & prestige of their cousins. William Schimmel’s performance of the Sequenza 13 (Chanson) for accordion was truly lovely on every level. He performed as if on a subway platform or in a park, not showily, but, his music balanced on his accordion case, with an air of understated humor, a sly wistfulness that conveyed a bemused understanding that he is creating great art even as he is likely being ignored by all who pass by. Berio takes full advantage of the accordion’s physicality, and one sees & hears the performer squeeze, stretch and bend Berio’s highly individual saturated harmonies, as if a full-blown orchestral work like Formazioni was literally being stuffed into a black box to be taken on a strange journey far from concert halls.

Martin Kuuskmann’s performance of Sequenza 12 for bassoon left me wondering why that instrument has not long since replaced the electric guitar in the bedroom’s of disaffected teenagers around the globe. Playing from memory and holding his instrument without the aid of a support strap he laid down a 22-minute industrial pipeline of sliding, distortion-laden multiphonics that gave me the vivid impression of a Jimi Hendrix guitar solo emerging from one of Anselm Kiefer’s collapsed concrete labyrinths. Using nothing but axe, air & embouchure Kuuskmann sent 40 years of guitar geekery back to the stone age.

Another outstanding contribution to the afternoon was Sherry Sylar’s playing of Sequenza 7 for oboe. Like Sequenza 13, Sequenza 7, even with the extreme technical demands it places on the performer, is one of the more elegiac and haunting of the series. In this work Berio stipulates that a B-natural be sustained just on the threshold of audibility throughout the performance by some external sound source, electronic or acoustic. The aural result should make it sound as if resonance from the oboe’s overtone structure was continuing between the attacks and releases of the notes actually played. Ms Sylar’s blending of her sound with the external sound was seamless & seemingly effortless throughout, beautifully “raising the temperature” of Berio’s long lines ever so slightly. The result captured the gently hallucinatory aura that has always struck me as an important aspect of Berio’s artistic persona.

And I’m very happy to write that the afternoon contained what for me was one of the all-time great moments of hearing Berio’s music played anywhere- Charles Rex’s incandescent rendering of Sequenza 8 for violin. Rex’s performance was a 13-minute taut cable of luminous, buzzing, flickering energy, alternately nervous & lyrical and ultimately profound & very beautiful. He found the perfect balance between Berio’s classical poise & expressionist heat and let me tell you, it was something.

NIGHT

The evening’s performance of Berio’s Sinfonia by the New York Philharmonic under Lorin Maazel at Avery Fisher Hall was a different affair all together. There is no doubt that the NYP makes an amazing, very assured sound, but I have to say that Maazel did not seem very engaged. The work didn’t catch fire and go supernova the way it did with the same vocal ensemble and the Boston Symphony Orchestra under David Robertson a couple years back. I don’t know if this is SOP or not, but Maazel did not do a lot of cueing and in fact very often used his left hand to simply grip the podium railing behind him while beating time with his right.

The first & second movements were securely but very cautiously executed, the first to the point of being under tempo. The orchestra was certainly “there” for Maazel. They just seemed a little under-utilized. The famous “Mahler Movement” grabbed both conductor & orchestra at certain points, although this may have been due as much to the fact that its quote-based material gives all concerned access to a familiar & highly effective gestural repertoire as any real engagement with Berio’s vision. And even here there were problems. The amplification of the vocal ensemble was just slightly too loud. And I really do mean just slightly. The amplification was clean & undistorted but, due to the forward placement of the massive speakers, it easily overwhelmed the orchestra in places where it should have been balanced like any other ensemble within the group. This problem also marred the haunting bursts of soft whispering in the brief fourth movement and the gorgeous “Rose de Sang” soprano solo, flute & piano trio that opens the fifth.

At the risk of pulling my punches, the good news is that it was all still pretty damn good. Also, the hall was full and the work was very warmly received. Along with the one man recital Berio, like Uncle Igor, can also survive a B-level performance from an A-level group. That fact, coupled with a nonetheless genuinely excited full house, are the things that a repertoire standard make. Say “Amen”, somebody.