Dave Read

Saturday, 16 February 2008 performance reviewed by Karl Henning

Sibelius, Violin Concerto in D Minor, Opus 47
Shostakovich, Symphony No. 4 in C Minor, Opus 43
Vadim Repin, violin
The Boston Symphony Orchestra
Mark Elder, guest conductor

Similarly, when last the Sibelius Violin Concerto sounded in Symphony Hall, the concert was ably led by a guest conductor (on the earlier occasion, Paavo Berglund), and the pairing was the other huge Shostakovich symphony in the key of C Minor (the Eighth, Opus 65). And when last we heard Vadim Repin here, it was in an electrifying account of the Shostakovich A Minor concerto.

The simplest word for Repin’s relation to the violin, is mastery. He does not make a show of wrestling with the instrument, does not dissipate his energies in the trappings of display; but the sparks fly off the strings. His violin thrills even at a whisper, as in the dulcet entrance at the outset of the Sibelius concerto. And if coordinating the schedules of guest soloist, guest conductor and professional orchestra is a notorious squeeze on the clock, such that rehearsal minutes are precious and few, the surety of the transitions in the concerto, and the sympathy binding Repin, conductor Mark Elder and the orchestra, were all the more impressive. The last movement was an especial delight, Repin finding an appropriately Tchaikovskian balance of grace, and weighted propulsion in what is essentially a Polonaise-fantasy.

The Shostakovich Fourth Symphony, in all its magnificence and unwieldy defiance, is historically a compass with a broken needle: once it pointed to a bold path, which its composer was prevented from promptly or directly pursuing. The young composer was still basking in the well-earned international success of his opera, The Lady Macbeth of the Mtsensk District when he began composing a symphony whose scale would exceed that of his first three symphonies combined; and before he completed work, an unsigned editorial in Pravda (implying endorsement by the very highest officials in the Communist Party of the Soviet Union) had dragged his name so thoroughly in the mud, that Shostakovich must have despaired of ever cleansing himself from it.

The Lady Macbeth affair made it clear to Soviet composers that neither the acclaim of the public nor the respect and admiration of one’s professional colleagues meant anything, if the Kremlin were not pleased. And notwithstanding his artistic satisfaction with the piece; nor his pride that here he had written a monumental symphony vindicating the hopes which had attached to him since his First, which was his graduation piece from the Conservatory; Shostakovich came to the agonized decision that this massive Fourth Symphony, which ends with a preternatural whisper as an aftershock to the deafening peals of a massive brass section (four trumpets, eight horns, three trombones and two tubas), and whose third movement begins with the plaintive funeral march of a solo bassoon over a trudging tritone in the double-bass and timpani — such a piece was not music with which to curry official favor.

Shostakovich had finished the Fourth Symphony in April of 1936; and though Fritz Stiedry had tried fitfully to rehearse it with the Leningrad Philharmonic, the composer made the decision – a decision costly to himself, for it meant returning the 300 rubles advance paid to him, and his wife had just borne their first child, Galina, earlier that year – to withdraw the piece from its scheduled 11 December 1936 performance.

A year later, the emotionally charged success of the Fifth Symphony tentatively restored the composer to official favor. Remarked Shostakovich to conductor Boris Khaikin: “I finished the Fifth Symphony fortissimo and in the major. Everyone is saying that it’s an optimistic and life-affirming symphony. I wonder, what would they be saying if I had finished it pianissimo and in the minor.” It was not until a quarter of a century later, in 1961, that Kirill Kondrashin conducted the premiere of the Fourth Symphony, and Khaikin realized the import of the composer’s seemingly glib remark, long years before — for the Fourth Symphony does indeed end pianissimo and in the minor.

Saturday, 9 February 2008 performance reviewed by Karl Henning

Martin, Petite symphonie concertante for harp, harpsichord, piano and two string orchestras
Prokofiev, Violin Concerto No. 1 in D, Opus 19
Saint-Saëns, Symphony No. 3 in C Minor, Opus 78, Organ Symphony

Ann Hobson Pilot, harp
Mark Kroll, harpsichord
Randall Hodgkinson, piano
Viviane Hagner, violin
James David Christie, organ
The Boston Symphony Orchestra
Charles Dutoit, guest conductor

The programming for the BSO’s 2007-08 season is notable for a variety of reasons; I confess that I am particularly enjoying the fact that this season features a number of works which, for Boston at any rate, have been rarities. The Petite symphonie concertante by Swiss composer Frank Martin is one such, a piece which has been played at Symphony on only three occasions before now, or rather, twice at Symphony and once at Tanglewood. Not surprisingly, Lausanne native Charles Dutoit has been responsible for half these performances of his compatriot’s work.

Frank Martin’s Petite symphonie concertante was commissioned by Paul Sacher (who was also the agent responsible for bringing into being Bartók’s Music for Strings, Percussion and Celesta, Stravinsky’s Concerto in D for strings, Arthur Honegger’s Symphony No. 4, Deliciae Basilienses, and Lutosawski’s Double Concerto for oboe and harp). Its title suggests a neoclassical bent, and the Allegro sections have a vigor similar to the early Kammermusiken of Hindemith. The soloists are not given flamboyant roles, but the precise interplay of the three is delightfully set off against the string ensembles.

Viviane Hagner found in the Prokofiev First Concerto some sleeves-rolled-up labor, and some rough edges, which are at curious variance with the predominant lyrical quality which Steven Ledbetter in his program notes (for instance) finds in the Concerto. She played well, and musically; nor does one wish to suggest that a piece must be performed in the same way at all times and in all places; indeed, a young performer must be applauded for taking a considered alternate approach to an oft-played work.

With the Symphony Hall organ freshly restored in the summer of 2005, the Saint-Saëns Organ Symphony was part of the gala opening concert for the ’05-’06 season. That performance was outstanding; yet this month’s reprise of the piece was even more exciting. And it is a delight to find that the BSO have reclaimed this work for themselves.

Saturday, 26 January 2008 performance reviewed by Karl Henning

Elgar, The Dream of Gerontius, Opus 38

Ben Heppner, tenor (Gerontius)
Sarah Connolly, mezzo-soprano (The Angel)
Gerald Finley, bass-baritone (The Priest and The Angel of the Agony)
Tanglewood Festival Chorus (Jn Oliver, conductor)
The Boston Symphony Orchestra
Sir Colin Davis, guest conductor

“The greatest work of sacred music that we have between the Verdi Requiem and Stravinsky’s Symphony of Psalms,” is Michael Steinberg’s encapsulation of Elgar’s oratorio The Dream of Gerontius. Such a remark necessarily shows itself as hyperbole; and immediately suggests the self-imposed boundaries of the concert halls in the West – there is in that assessment little love for, say, Rakhmaninov’s All-Night Vigil (Vespers), for starters – but if taken simply as a commendation of the grandeur and quality of Elgar’s achievement, Steinberg’s encomium displays an affection which is not at all misplaced.

Other than in its land of origin, Gerontius is much less widely known than either the Verdi or the Stravinsky. Yet it is a score into which Elgar poured “my own heart’s blood.” The poem by John Henry Cardinal Newman was of a special and personal importance to Elgar (the composer and his wife Alice often read it together). To this listener’s ears, Gerontius is perhaps Elgar’s most successful large-scale score, unfolding in waves of unfailing grace, and many passages of disarming delicacy. At the end of the manuscript, Elgar wrote an inscription from John Ruskin’s “Sesame and Lilies”: This is the best of me; for the rest, I ate, and drank, and slept, loved and hated, like another; my life was as the vapour, and is not; but this I saw and knew: this, if anything of mine, is worth your memory.

Ben Heppner was in fine voice, and his performance was sweetly modulated to the character of Gerontius throughout. It was necessarily a less dramatic delivery than Ben is oft famed for; but then, Gerontius is neither Wagner’s Tristan nor Berlioz’s Dido. Sarah Connolly sang nicely, yet her voice was perhaps a shade ‘dusky’ for the role of the Angel. From purely sonic considerations, though, Connolly and Heppner made a most agreeable pairing. Gerald Finley did a splendid job, albeit in two very minor roles; his Litany in Part II, as The Angel of the Agony, was steadfast and thrilling. Although serving as ‘the background’, the truly stand-out performers on Saturday were the orchestra, and the Tanglewood Festival Chorus. The Chorus sang with such energy, with such focus and yet such ease, that the oratorio seemed a firm cornerstone of their annual repertory – there was no hint that this was only the second set of performances ever undertaken in Boston, and that a quarter century has passed since the first.

There is a famous scolding in the history of performances of Gerontius. In preparing a performance, Sir John Barbirolli needed to chide the tenors and basses for playing it a bit too nice in the Demons’ Chorus: “You’re not bank clerks on a Sunday outing, you’re souls sizzling in hell.” Yet part of it, I think, is the way Elgar wrote the piece; they do seem ‘tidier’ demons than those whom Berlioz has hectoring Faust in his descent to Hades. This is not at all to wish that Elgar had composed the oratorio at all otherwise than he did, of course; and if Elgar’s demons express themselves partly in expert counterpart, perhaps it is something of a pun upon Gradus ad Parnassum, the classic Fux primer.

In conclusion, let us consider a rhetorical question. It is Sir Colin Davis who conducted this magnificent piece here in Boston both in December of 1982, and today. If it is not Sir Colin Davis who comes back to bring it to us again a third time, who will it be?