Commentaries and critiques on the visual and performing arts in the greater Canton, Ohio area
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
In Memoriam: John W. Carlson
Sunday, December 20, 2020
A Delectable Feast of Presents
A Delectable Feast
of Presents
By Tom Wachunas
| A woman's place was in the home, by Judi Krew |
| Shared Desires (A Cup of Coffee), by Patricia Zinsmeister Parker |
| (Not) Our Bodies Ourselves, by Priscilla Roggenkamp |
| Dancing Cirrus Clouds, (photography) by Charity Hockenberry |
| Imminent Storm, (oil) by Gerald Fox |
| Ormond Beach VI, (oil pastel) by Diane Belfiglio |
| Transitions, (encaustic) by Therese Cook |
“When I think of art I think of beauty. Beauty is the
mystery of life. It is not in the eye it is in the mind. In our minds there is
awareness of perfection.” – Agnes Martin
“Art is restoration: the idea is to repair the damages
that are inflicted in life, to make something that is fragmented – which is
what fear and anxiety do to a person – into something whole.” – Louise
Bourgeois
“…If art doesn't make us better, then what on earth is it
for?”― Alice Walker
EXHIBIT:
Annual STARK COUNTY ARTISTS EXHIBITION, at Massillon Museum, 121
Lincoln Way East, downtown Massillon, Ohio / THROUGH JANUARY 17, 2021 /
Phone: 330-833-4061 / The Massillon Museum is open Tuesday through Saturday
9:30am - 5:00pm, Sunday 2:00pm – 5pm
The bad news is
that it’s time once again for my annual complaint against the practice of
designating special awards in juried art exhibitions (Best in Show, Second
Place, Third Place, and Honorable Mentions). The good news is that I’ve decided
to do something unprecedented (oh how I’ve come to hate that word!) this year
by sparing you the trouble of trudging through more of my griping about a dated,
silly ritual.
That said, I am
elated to have a mixed media piece in this show called Writes of Passage,
which I wrote about here on June 5 (and which you can find in the ARTWACH
archive if you care to read more about it).
I congratulate this year’s top awardees, and my aforementioned objection
to the awards process in general is certainly not intended to question the
excellence of their works. I encourage you to listen to their statements by
clicking on this video link:
https://www.facebook.com/MassillonMuseum/videos/396282818448601
Additionally, I
commend all 40 artists on view here for their engaging contributions to this
diverse and delectable feast for the eyes. It’s a remarkable assembly of 57
works selected out of 164 entries from 66 artists. This year’s jurors were
Nolan Beck-Rivera, a Cleveland-based designer and founder of Heyhey Studio;
Alexandria Couch, an Akron-based painter and printmaker; and Bellamy Printz, a
Cleveland-based printmaker and owner of Deep Dive Art Projects and Editions.
Their decisions must have been difficult.
One compelling
aspect of this exhibit is that slightly more than half of the exhibitors are
women. Not that I’m surprised, mind you. Far from it. Stark county has been
notably rich with accomplished women artists for a long time. There was even a
point when I seriously considered titling this post “Hommage aux femmes
artistes.” However, my purpose in that
case was never to imply that the jurors were somehow acting on a peremptory or
exclusionary agenda, or that the exhibiting menfolk didn’t merit our careful
attentions.
Speaking of careful
attention, consider Imminent Storm, a stunning oil painting by Gerald
Fox (Honorable Mention). There’s a dramatic tension at work between the dreamy,
glowing green field receding to a quiet, low horizon, and the looming storm
above - verdant peace about to be engulfed by monstrous supernal forces. A fitting
metaphor for the current turbulence of our sociocultural landscape?
Turbulent indeed. In
these contentious and traumatic times, many voices of women have risen with
renewed passion and intensity as they speak to issues of female aspirations,
empowerment, and identity. There’s an intriguing dichotomy conveyed in (Not)
Our Bodies Ourselves, a dyed fabric work by Priscilla Roggenkamp (Third
Place Winner). The four hanging, camesole forms are somewhat suggestive of
uterine anatomies. At once autonomous forms and yet tied together, are they
united, or entangled? I wonder: Is that
loose-looking knot a symbol of solidarity, or an imminent act of subjugation?
Patricia Zinsmeister
Parker has three mixed media paintings in this exhibit. Her Shared Desires
(A Cup of Coffee) was awarded Second Place. It seems like a still-life,
though there’s nothing static about it at all. Parker doesn’t paint scenic pictures in the strictest
sense of the word. She paints attitudes, really, and with a thoughtful swagger.
Call it mindful playtime. Her picture planes aren’t illusionistic windows but
rather like dance floors, where bold shapes and textures pop and pulse, push
and pull, all vigorously swaying in sassy saturated hues. Thoroughly
electrifying.
Best in Show was
awarded to Judi Krew for her exquisite A woman’s place was in the home. It’s a 1950s-style dress that Krew fashioned
from vintage pieces of embroidery and tatting work made by Krew’s husband’s
grandmother, Anna Drottleff, circa 1930s-1950s. This work - a collaboration of
sorts - is an altogether bedazzling adventure in fibrous storytelling on Krew’s
part. You could consider it a loving dialogue between two women spanning
generations. Here’s a tactile conversation, then, about wondrously dexterous hands
transcending time as they reconfigured pieces of old dresser and chair scarves,
tablecloths, pillowcases and the like, into something far more than a domestic
utilitarian craft.
These days (and maybe
more than ever before in our lifetime?), viewing an actual art object – up
close, in real time - can be an efficacious salve for the myriad vexations
inflicted by “social distancing.” Art always makes tangible the voices of the
makers’ innermost musings and ideations, in effect transmitting an intimate
narrative of their aliveness. Their presence. Better yet, their presents. Which is to
say…gifts. Looking at them, long and slowly, is to open them, to unwrap
them. And when you do, here’s hoping it’s with eyes wide open, an alert mind,
and thankful heart.
So savor this feast.
Be filled. And have a Merry Christmas.
Monday, November 16, 2020
Virtual Rebelrousing
Virtual Rebelrousing
Julia Wiseman (Narrator) Emma Wiseman (Clover / The Cat) Alaina Smith (Mollie/ Muriel) Christian Sanko (center) / (Boxer/Pilkington) Josof Ruttig (Squealer / Moses) Tyler Kirker (Snowball / Benjamin) Keon Dalziel (center) / (Major / Napoleon)
By Tom Wachunas
“…Is it not crystal clear, then, comrades, that all the evils of this life of ours spring from the tyranny of human beings?...Man serves the interests of no creature except himself…” - from the pig named Major, in his speech to the animals from Chapter 1 of Animal Farm, by George Orwell
PERFORMANCE: Theatre At Malone
University, and Malone University Department of Communication, Visual, and
Performing Arts, present ANIMAL FARM: A Fable in Two Acts,
adapted by Nelson Bond from George Orwell's classic novel, and directed by
Craig Joseph.
The production
features Malone University students Keon Dalziel, Tyler Kirker, Julia Robinson,
Josof Ruttig, Christian Sanko, Alaina Smith, and Emma Wiseman, all playing
multiple roles. ANIMAL FARM is a readers' theatre piece, adapted for the film
medium during the COVID-19 pandemic. The students' performances are
supplemented by music, sound effects, video clips, and original artwork by
artists from around the country (featured in the exhibit currently on view at
Stark Library Main Branch until December 5) to create an "illustrated
radio play" of sorts, designed for online viewing.
Remaining performance dates are Friday and
Saturday, November 20th-21st. Tickets are $5 and can be purchased at
https://AnimalFarmMalone.eventbrite.com
Once your ticket is purchased, on the day of
your selected performance, you'll receive a link at your e-mail address at
12:01 AM; this link will enable you to watch the production at any point during
that 24-hour period.
One viral casualty
of this protracted time of social distancing is the art of live theatre. With local
playhouses empty and their stages dark, where can an ardent theatre enthusiast
go? Why, to digital technology, of course – that ubiquitous deliverer of virtual
(though not always virtuous) life. Zoom is in the room, effectively making my
desktop monitor a compact stage in itself, even if it is only a flattened,
albeit inventive facsimile of 3D theatrical reality. An illusion of an illusion,
if you will.
Still, this project
nevertheless delivers a skillfully crafted portrait and an otherwise deeply probing
manifestation of the characters and their circumstances. So for the moment, you
might consider putting aside any expectations you may have of seeing a
conventional-looking stage production.
There aren’t the traditional
stage accoutrements here such as the elaborate artifice of costumes, variable
lighting, or constructed sets. That said, and with thanks to the excellent
camera work and editing by Josh Branch Productions, the incorporation of 46
artworks by various artists in the concurrent Animal Farm exhibit at
Stark Library - like so many quotation marks or exclamation points - greatly
enhances the dimensionality of the on-camera oral narrative. The proceedings
unfold in a found environment, an actual farm, bathed throughout in natural
light. It’s a bright, sunny day for a dark, satirical allegory.
The seven student actors, directed by Craig
Joseph, deliver this unusual presentation with an intense, emotive clarity that
is truly riveting from beginning to end. They’re not simply reading Orwell’s words
back to us, vivid as those words certainly are. Often looking directly into the
camera, they perform the words with earnest credibility, actualizing
them in the same way eyewitnesses to a revolution might look us in the eye as
they report what they have experienced. And interestingly enough, beyond the specific
events being described in Orwell’s narrative, the most compelling, tangible actions
in this entire production are to be found in the sharply honed authenticity
of facial expressions and mesmerizing vocal inflections from each these gifted
performers as they confidently trot, canter, and gallop through the story.
Here’s hoping that
in the not- too- distant future, we’ll see them again, electrifying our local
stages.
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
2020 Hindsight: An Old Story Still Unfolding
2020 Hindsight: An Old Story Still Unfolding
| Pigs Drink Whiskey, by Bobby Rosenstock |
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| Indoctrination: The Leash of Loyalty, by Michele Waalkes |
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| Jones and Farmers Drink, Gossip, by Aimee Lambes |
| Squealer Spins, by Shane and Kelly Roach |
| Men are Pigs and Pigs are Men, by BZTAT |
| Napoleon Takes Power, by Patrick Buckhor |
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| The Evening Speech, by Erin Mulligan |
By Tom Wachunas
EXHIBIT: ANIMAL FARM: A 75th ANNIVERSARY APPRECIATION
/ curated by Craig Joseph / On view at Stark Library, Main Branch, 715 Market
Avenue North, Canton, Ohio / on view Through Sat. Dec 5, 2020 during
regular library hours.
“It's with great
excitement that I invite you all to ANIMAL FARM: A 75th Anniversary
Appreciation… I've revived the Translations Art Gallery brand and
partnered with Stark Library to host an exhibit of 52 scenes from the book,
created by artists from Stark County, Ohio, and around the nation. These are
people whose work I treasure and admire and I'm so honored to have them all
creating and exhibiting under one roof.”
- Craig Joseph, curator
Click on this link for digital catalog of entire exhibit,
and purchase information:
http://www.animalfarm2020.com/pdf/digital_animal_farm_exhibit.pdf
Sign up here to
attend a Zoom Panel Discussion with several of the participating artists on
Thursday, Nov. 12, 7 to 8 p.m.: https://events.starklibrary.org/event/4656967
First, let me
repeat what I wrote here in my post from Oct 19. “I’m thrilled and grateful
that Craig invited me to exhibit a new work for this show. In my re-reading of
George Orwell’s classic tale about a rebellion of farm animals against their
human keepers, I was startled at how the vivid narrative seemed to literally
pop off the pages and invade my consciousness, my sense of place in time. While
Orwell’s novel was a bitterly satirical allegory of the Russian Revolution and
its tumultuous aftermath, I felt the story explode beyond the confines of its
time. An ignoble ethos of tyranny and corrupted ideals, the story still lives
today, outside the book. A then has become a now.”
The exhibit is
among the most riveting thematic group shows I’ve ever seen in Canton. With 54
works by 53 artists, it’s a megadose of remarkable creativity and an otherwise
a spectacular panoply of aesthetic styles and media.
Craig Joseph’s curatorial
prowess is in full force here, reminding me that superb curating is a
performative act in itself. He mounted the individual artworks as numbered
episodes, each with an accompanying brief synopsis, retracing the order of the
story’s events as they unfolded in the novel. So even if you’ve never read the
book, or forgotten it, you can still follow the narrative. He has also provided
a complete digital catalog of the artworks (click on the hyperlink above). For
the duration of the show, his vigilance goes further still with his very astute
comments via live Facebook posts wherein he provides a closer look at two
pieces every day (except Sundays).
https://www.facebook.com/craig.joseph.18
Much more than a
collection of storybook “illustrations” in the conventional graphics sense, the
artworks here form an altogether stunning, multi-dimensional translation of Orwell’s
novel. Maybe you could think of this gathering of artists as a singular entity
on task to not simply retell an old story, but to illuminate, enhance, and
intensify it with a new sense of immediacy – even urgency. Many of these
fervent creators have articulated uncanny parallels between Orwell’s
descriptions of sociopolitical chaos and depravity, and the distressing
conditions of our own time. A wild journey, to be sure, and one that yields
truly compelling art.
One more note: be sure to check out ANIMAL FARM: A FABLE IN
TWO ACTS, an online theatrical production by Malone University Theatre, adapted
by Nelson Bond and directed by Craig Joseph,
Fridays and Saturdays, November 13th and 14th / November
20th and 21st
Friday, November 6, 2020
Description and De-scription
Description and De-scription
By Tom Wachunas
“…Cursive, after all, remains for me the most urgent if
not earnest form of drawing.” -from
my Oct. 19 ARTWACH post
My hypergraphia is
acting up again, prompting yet another response to this protracted season of
national trauma. These are turgid times. Caught up in a torturous maelstrom of manic
anxiety and sociopolitical tensions, we writhe, blurting our pledges and
prayers through gritted teeth, desperate for deliverance from our disease and
dissension.
My most recent
artwork (which I have tentatively titled Politics and Religion) was
sparked by watching a TV news report on the presidential election as I simultaneously
flipped through one of my art history books. Something ignited in me when I saw
a photograph of Lacoön and His Sons. It’s
a magnificent, life-sized Greek marble sculpture from the 1st
century BCE. The sculpture illustrates a moment from the Trojan war when the
priest Lacoön warned Troy not to let the giant wooden horse, “gifted” by the
Greeks, inside the city walls. The gods were angered, and sent serpents from
the sea to kill the priest and his two sons.
My graphite
rendering (along with some altered photo-transfers) of the statue is not,
however, intended as a remembrance of the mythological narrative per se. Nor is
it necessarily a commentary on divine wrath. It’s more a metaphorical
springboard into my concerns about the current spiritual state of our country -
the gripping drama of a society in the painful throes of a tragic identity
crisis.
And so it is that
my piece does include a written (in cursive) narrative of sorts. It’s drawn
from a phrase in the American pledge of allegiance: “…one nation, under God, indivisible…”
My written script is a series of repeated re-arrangements of the phrase’s original
word order. Call it a serpentine, run-on scrawl, creating other meanings,
questions, and emphases suggesting a troubled society adrift in its
dividedness. InoneGodundernationdivisible.underonegodgodnationonedivisiblenationingodunderinonegoddivisiblenationinonenationunderdivisiblegodinonedivisiblegodundernationonenationgodindivisibleunder
Etc., etc.
One nation? Under
God? Indivisible? Really? What have we wrought?
Monday, October 19, 2020
A Timely Revival
A Timely Revival
By
Tom Wachunas
EXHIBIT: ANIMAL FARM: A 75th ANNIVERSARY
APPRECIATION / On view at Stark Library, Main Branch, 715 Market Avenue
North, Canton, Ohio / Sat. November 7 through Sat. Dec 5 during regular library
hours / For those wishing to attend a socially distanced PRIVATE OPENING (masks required) on Friday
November 6 from 5 to 8p.m., sign up for
a slot at
https://www.signupgenius.com/go/10c0d4fafa92ea3fac70-animal2
First, please
read this announcement from Craig Joseph:
“Though a more relaxed schedule has been a blessing, one
of the things I've missed during the pandemic is having the opportunity to
shape and champion the work of other artists - both on stage and through visual
art.
So it's with great excitement that I invite you all to ANIMAL
FARM: A 75th Anniversary Appreciation. In celebration of this
classic novel, I've revived the Translations Art Gallery brand and
partnered with Stark Library to host an exhibit of 52 scenes from the book,
created by artists from Stark County, Ohio, and around the nation. These are
people whose work I treasure and admire and I'm so honored to have them all
creating and exhibiting under one roof.
Additionally, I've cherished my opportunity to work with
students at Malone University and specifically through Theatre At Malone University,
where we'll be presenting an online production of ANIMAL FARM: A Fable in
Two Acts, by Nelson Bond. These students have worked incredibly hard to
create a "visual radio play" of sorts that you can view online, and I
think you'll be impressed by their creativity and skill in still making theatre
happen during a pandemic.
Details about all of these events - along with a few more
- can be found at
I hope you'll take the opportunity during the
month of November to engage with the arts and support the work of these
talented folks.”
I’m thrilled and
grateful that Craig invited me to exhibit a new work for this show. In my
re-reading of George Orwell’s classic tale about a rebellion of farm animals
against their human keepers, I was startled at how the vivid narrative seemed
to literally pop off the pages and invade my consciousness, my sense of place
in time. While Orwell’s novel was a bitterly satirical allegory of the Russian
Revolution and its tumultuous aftermath, I felt the story explode beyond the
confines of its time. An ignoble ethos of tyranny and corrupted ideals, the
story still lives today, outside the book. A then has become a now.
My wall piece is
an assemblage of found objects (a hardcover book, stones, and plastic toy farm
animals). Call it a 3D drawing which I’ve titled, “The fruit of all their struggles.”
It addresses the episode in chapter 6 wherein the windmill being constructed by
the animals was destroyed. The ferocious leader of the animal community, a boar
named Napoleon, blames another banished pig, Snowball, for this treacherous
act.
Here are
Orwell’s words describing the scene:
“…A terrible sight had met their eyes. The
windmill was in ruins.
With one accord they rushed down to the spot.
Napoleon, who seldom moved out of a walk, raced ahead of them all. Yes, there
it lay, the fruit of all their struggles, levelled to its foundations, the
stones they had broken and carried so laboriously scattered all around. Unable
at first to speak, they stood gazing mournfully at the litter of fallen stone.
Napoleon paced to and fro in silence, occasionally snuffing at the ground. His
tail had grown rigid and twitched sharply from side to side, a sign in him of
intense mental activit. Suddenly he halted as though his mind were made up.
’Comrades,’ he said quietly, ‘do you know who
is responsible for this? Do you know the enemy who has come in the night and
overthrown our windmill? SNOWBALL!’ he suddenly roared in a voice of thunder,
‘Snowball has done this thing!...”
And
so it is that I excerpted some words from this passage for my piece. I wrote
them in cursive, quickly. As if writing on a page in a journal, or like a
student taking notes. Cursive, after all, remains for me the most urgent if not
earnest form of drawing.
Thursday, October 8, 2020
A Reverent Replay
A Reverent Replay
By
Tom Wachunas
Another major casualty in this distressed time
of Covidemic distancing are the always marvelous live concerts by the Canton
Symphony Orchestra (CSO). I will always remember 2020 as the MasterWorks season that wasn’t.
Yet I’m happy to
report that the CSO has been active in other contexts, including its ConverZations,
a free monthly (now virtual) series of lectures. I’m happier still to invite
you to attend a particularly special session on Monday, October 12 at noon,
on Zoom, featuring CSO Music Director/Conductor Gerhardt Zimmermann on the 40th
anniversary of his very first concert in Canton. You’ll hear what being a
conductor means to Gerhardt and get the chance to ask him questions.
Register to attend
at
https://www.cantonsymphony.org/converzations/ or
https://ci.ovationtix.com/35381/production/1032045
MEANWHILE, in honor of the man and the
anniversary, I thought it apropos to revisit and share again with you what I
wrote here ten years ago. Beyond the many pleasures of watching him through the
years make magic from the podium, my lunch with Gerhardt remains among my most
thrilling memories. ENJOY.
Right Times, Right Places (ARTWACH
post from October 11, 2010)
In the Canton
Symphony Orchestra’s 2010 – 2011 Season brochure, Gerhardt Zimmermann is
quoted, “This piece literally saved my life…” He was referring to his passion
for Beethoven’s Symphony No. 7, one of the program selections that opens the
season celebrating his 30 years with the orchestra. During a conversation over
a leisurely lunch in downtown Canton last April, I asked him to elaborate.
He explained that
prior to his studies at Bowling Green State University (begun in the fall of
1963, and where he earned a Bachelor of Music Education degree), he saw himself
simply as a band conductor, had never listened to classical music per se, and
didn’t even own a record player. “The music department chairman said that would
be a nice Christmas present,” he recalled, “and so my parents went into a
furniture store and bought me this little baby-blue Voice of America record
player, and along with it came five free records.”
One of the
recordings, which Zimmermann still owns, was of Toscanini conducting
Beethoven’s seventh symphony. Zimmermann was clearly moved by the memory as he
spoke in slow, measured words, “And I took that sucker to bed with me every night
for a month and played it. It was, ahhh… I mean the rhythm and the intensity
and everything.” With an infectious, hearty laugh he added, “So when I sat in
an orchestra after that I was primed and ready to bite the bullet, so to
speak.”
What preceded –
and certainly followed - such an inspiring epiphany is, on the face of it, a
study in serendipity. Born and raised in Van Wert, Ohio, Zimmermann’s earliest
aspirations were anything but musical. “My dream was always to be second
baseman for the Cincinnati Reds, because I loved Johnny Temple,” he recalled.
“I had Polio when I was seven, but I thought I could get over it all the way
until I was in junior high school. I was stubborn about it, even though the
doctors said I would never walk again.”
In the fourth grade, after satisfactorily
learning to play the Tonette (at that time a requirement for all elementary
school students), he was asked if he’d like to be in band. He was discouraged
from taking up his first choice - drums. “You know, you should really take a
real instrument first,” he remembered the band director telling him. And here
came that infectious laugh again, with just a bit of mischief, as Zimmermann
shared an afterthought, “Now, I use that against my percussionists when I need
it.”
As it was, he
chose the trumpet, and envisioned himself becoming a band director someday.
Fast forward to his audition on second trumpet during a rehearsal with the
Bowling Green orchestra. He had never previously heard an orchestra in a live
setting – only a handful of recordings. “After that rehearsal, that did it,” he
said. “All the colors that you hear with the strings and the winds. That was
it. I didn’t want to be a band director anymore. I just fell in love with the
string sound.”
From this point
onward, the interview became something of an autobiographical marathon as
Zimmermann recalled, with astonishing detail, all the faces and places (too
numerous to list completely here) along the winding road that ultimately
brought him to Canton. “I guess the reason I say all this,” he explained, “is
that I tell my students that finding a conducting job is 90 percent luck. You
need to be in the right place at the right time. Once you find that break, then
you’d better have that extra ten percent to prove yourself.”
His college days
were peppered with various teaching jobs in elementary and junior high school
music programs. In one bewildering and unusual situation (student teaching), he
was required to teach elementary school violin while learning it at the same
time. “I had to sit on those silly little chairs that the fifth graders sit on.
Well, you learn by fire.”
Zimmermann
earned his MFA in Orchestral Conducting at the University of Iowa in May of
1972. Several months later he began teaching at Western Illinois University. In
his first year there he tied for second place in a conductor competition in
Chicago, overseen by Georg Solti of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. He
remembers Solti saying, “It is unfortunate that you are a conductor. You will
not be able to get enough power out of the orchestra.” A year later, Zimmermann
learned that Solti’s comment was meant to convey that his (Zimmermann’s)
physical condition would undermine his ability to withstand the rigors of the
conductor’s life. One need only peruse his bio on the Canton Symphony website
to see vigorous evidence to the contrary. Reflecting on Solti’s assessment,
Zimmermann said, “That’s when you learn about prejudices. Not skin-color
prejudices, but other kinds of assumptions.”
During the
summer after his first year at Western Illinois he actually turned down an
offer to be assistant conductor of the Saint Louis Symphony Orchestra. “I
didn’t have the guts to go into the head of the music department at Western and
say I’m resigning, since I was the fourth conductor in four years, and the
school year would begin in six weeks” he mused. But several months later he was
persuaded to reconsider. He went to St. Louis to hear a concert and discuss the
job, accompanied by his fiancée, Sharon. The story prompted another observation
about his life journey. “She’s still my wife, which is another unusual thing
for a conductor,” he said proudly. “I’ve been married for 36 years to the same
woman.”
Zimmerman’s
eight-year tenure as assistant conductor of the Saint Louis Symphony Orchestra
began in the summer season of 1974 and was comprised of one year under Walter
Susskind, three years under Jerzy Semkow, and four years as associate conductor
under Leonard Slatkin. During his seventh year, 1979, his manager found out
that Canton was looking for a conductor and was interested in hiring
Zimmermann. Reluctant at first, Zimmermann came here to hear the orchestra.
After the concert he went out with Linda Morehouse and Bill Blair (who had gone
to St. Louis to hear a concert that Zimmermann conducted), talked until 2 a.m.,
and accepted the job.
Looking back at
that time, Zimmermann observed, “I needed to make the next step from being an
associate. I needed to have an orchestra of my own. They wanted the best
orchestra they could have and I felt there wasn’t any of the board politics
that can muddy up the works. It was a good fit. I think this orchestra, like
the North Carolina orchestra when I went there in 1982 (where, concurrent with
his position in Canton, he was Music Director and Conductor for 21 years), was
hungry. They were hungry to play well and they wanted someone to demand that
they play well.”
Is there a
philosophy behind the chemistry between conductor and orchestra? Zimmermann has
told every orchestra he’s ever worked with, “The better you get, the more I’m
going to demand from you. There’s only one sound I have in mind, and that’s the
sound of the Cleveland Orchestra, the sound of the Vienna Philharmonic… I don’t
care whether you’re students or not. That’s the ideal you should always work
toward.”
The Maestro
acknowledges that in pure technique, there are orchestras that give “cleaner
performances” than he might offer. But he’s not willing to settle for technical
excellence alone. “I would hope my performances at least bring some excitement
to the table,” he said. “So most of the time in rehearsal, I work a lot on
musical ideas – the sound. I have found that if you start there, fifty percent
of the technical problems will take care of themselves, instead of wasting too
much of your time on just that (technique), and then you don’t bring it up to
that higher level.”
He added that
beyond the remarkably disciplined and gifted individuals who actually perform
the music, there is another vital component to the healthy working atmosphere
of the Canton Symphony Orchestra. “It’s amazing how much an orchestra depends
not only on who’s sitting in those chairs, but the leadership from the board
and the management.”
So, really, how
is it that a boy with Polio goes from dreaming of playing professional baseball
in Cincinnati to showering Canton with the glorious music of the masters for 30
years? Only serendipity? Just the random vagaries of luck? Or something of a
higher order? Late in our talk, Zimmermann at one point paused and, with a look
of genuine wonderment, said, “My career has been very unorthodox. Someone
somewhere helped me, was taking care of me.” And for all of that, we’re blessed
that he had his extra ten percent well in hand, proved and multiplied now
beyond measure, as he continues to regale us with the rhythm and the intensity
and…everything.










