St.
Colman Church
May
16
A full house for a meeting of the sacred and sublime. |
The
Final Judgment could not have packed St. Colman Church any tighter
than the Cleveland Orchestra did last Thursday night. There was not a
single empty seat in the pews when assistant conductor James Feddeck
strode into the sanctuary, filled wall-to-wall with musicians, and
struck up the opening strains of Mendelssohn’s Hebrides
overture.
The
capacity crowd was indicative of the entire week at Gordon Square,
where the orchestra launched the first of its neighborhood residency
programs. The idea was to connect the orchestra with the community by
taking it out of Severance Hall and putting the players in unorthodox
settings – restaurants, bars, galleries, theaters, schools and a
health care center – where residents could experience classical
music up-close and meet the musicians. If anything, the week was too
successful, attracting overflow crowds to most of the 16 events.
St.
Colman, a sprawling neoclassical structure on West 65th St. with a
mammoth, handsomely decorated interior, is 6.5 miles from Severance.
But a walk through surrounding streets is like a visit to another
planet, with small, tidy homes sandwiched between boarded-up houses
and vacant lots overgrown with weeds. It is not Cleveland’s poorest
neighborhood, but it is an accurate reflection of the city’s
housing blight and socioeconomic downturn. On the plus side, the
racial vibe is relaxed, with whites, blacks and Hispanics mingling
easily on the streets and front porches.
In
such settings, miracles can happen – one being the survival of St.
Colman. Four years ago, it was on Bishop Richard Lennon’s hit list
as he began shutting down Catholic parishes throughout the city.
Incredibly, St. Colman’s activist congregation was able to convince
him to keep their church open. On Thursday, the comparatively minor
miracle of hosting a world-class symphony orchestra started outside
the church with a touch of class, typical of the way the Cleveland
Orchestra does business. Uniformed policemen directed traffic and
helped elderly residents across the street, while a shuttle bus
brought people who parked at a nearby recreation center.
Inside,
staff members in Gordon Square Residency t-shirts took tickets and
showed a rainbow of audience members to their seats. The orchestra,
looking sharp in summer white tie, was arrayed across the entire
three-altar sanctuary, filling every square foot of space and a riser
extending out to the first row of pews.
The
program was surprisingly refined for a neighborhood outing. After a
spirited Hebrides, Feddeck led a lustrous, erudite treatment
of Prokofiev’s Classical Symphony in D major.
Understated percussion anchored a nimble but powerful performance
hindered by the sound going squishy at times – there is no other
way to describe what often sounded like a monaural recording in the
bathtub acoustics of the church.
Heavenly solo work. |
But
that did not deter principal flutist Joshua Smith from delivering a
fine solo in Cécile
Chaminade’s Flute Concertino in D major.
The reverb and echo effects of the church added charm, and Smith
played with such tenderness that a baby’s cry in the audience fit
right in. Feddeck managed to create captivating colors and hues in
Ravel’s Pavane for a Dead Princess,
and cranked up a big, boisterous sound for Rimsky-Korsakov’s
Capriccio Espagnol.
William Preucil embellished the latter with a fine violin solo,
though the clearest and most striking sound in the piece came,
appropriately, from the harps.
The
concert ended with the audience on its feet, cheering and whistling
like the home crowd at a softball game. That energy carried over to
the sidewalk, where small groups gathered in what felt like a wedding
atmosphere. There was no rice, or bride. There were, however, plenty
of tuxedoed men waiting to get on the orchestra bus. All they needed
was a “Just Married” sign and tin cans hanging off the back.
The
St. Colman concert was recorded
for broadcast on both radio and television. To watch it, turn on
WVIZ/PBS at 9 p.m. on Friday, May 24. To hear it, tune into WCLV on
Sunday, June 16 at 4 p.m.
Photos by Steven Mastroianni
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