The Seattle Phil has a longstanding commitment to outreach activities.
Each year, we visit the Renton/IKEA Center at Renton High School to present a Fall Family Concert, which gives the local community an opportunity to hear a live symphonic program in their own city. We are also proud to welcome talented music students from the Renton area to rehearse and perform with Seattle Phil for this program, which affords these young musicians the experience of making music with older colleagues who can add to their growing musical knowledge.
In collaboration with the music school at Cornish College for the Arts, the Phil designates several evenings each year to play the works of student composers so that they may hear their compositions played by a full orchestra and hone their craft with that knowledge.
We are also proud to support the efforts of Seattle Music Partners, a not-for-profit organization that offers after school music lessons to students with minimal access to the arts.
The work that finally brought well-deserved fame to Edward Elgar is one of the glories of English symphonic literature, a series of intimate musical portraits of Elgar's friends and loved ones. Elsa Barraine, a powerful voice in French music, is represented by her Symphony No. 2 in its West Coast premiere. Alena Hove, winner of the Philharmonic's 2016 Don Bushell Competition, shines in Erich Wolfgang Korngold's Violin Concerto, a work based in part on Korngold's delectable music for films. Two short works by Holst and Delius round out this distinctive program.
Benaroya Hall houses two performance halls in a complex that is thoroughly integrated into downtown Seattle. Occupying an entire city block at the very core of the city, the development celebrates the vital role of performance events while maintaining the continuity of commercial life along one avenue and providing a much-needed public space, in the form of a terraced garden, along another.
Symphony No. 2
Erich Wolfgang Korngold
Alena Hove, soloist (2016 Don Bushell Competition winner)
On Hearing the First Cuckoo in Spring