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WEEKEND REVIEWS : Music & Pop : An Inspired Blend From McFerrin, Friends

SPECIAL TO THE TIMES

On Saturday night at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, the walls of concert hall formality came crumbling down, like a rum-laced Christmas cookie. And the crowd went wild. Blame it on the conductor and his plain, liberating disregard for fussy starched-shirted traditions.

Gymnastic jazz vocalist and irrepressible spirit Bobby McFerrin returned to lead the Philharmonic, as he did last summer at the Hollywood Bowl, in a special non-subscription concert. Officially, the fare was “The Nutcracker Suite” and Beethoven’s 7th Symphony.

McFerrin did a creditable job with a baton--which he stuffs behind his ear in his dreadlocks when not in use. But it was what happened in the unofficial sections of the concert that made it a special and engagingly loony night at the symphony.

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While the orchestra gave “The Nutcracker” cavalier polish, suitable for the season, McFerrin, the maestro as emcee, made wisecracks between sections and invited the audience on a sing-along march.

After dismissing the orchestra, McFerrin took the stage for a solo performance. He is music’s Robin Williams, a bubbling cultural caldron of free-floating ideas and quotations. Deep, instinctive musicality--deftly woven bass lines, register-leaping melodic fragments and improvisational flourishes--blended with spontaneity and gonzo humor. Following a deceptively lovely reading of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” McFerrin dazzled with a non-linear medley of songs and sound bites from “The Wizard of Oz.”

For the second half, McFerrin changed his white shirt for black and his stand-up persona for a more sober one, as he addressed the rhythmically-machined contours of Beethoven’s 7th. For McFerrin, the ensemble served up textural clarity and an accent on rhythmic drive, culminating in the exuberant resolve of the finale.

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McFerrin closed the concert with a sing-along version of the “Mickey Mouse Club” theme. A little dadaistic naivete never hurts, especially in this season when merriment gets a long leash.

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