DR Kultur: AB neo-expressionismus zyklus III. Bernd Alois Zimmermann. Bruckner 9. DSO Berlin. Kent Nagano. Matthias Goerne. Philharmonie. 23.04.11.

Here was a program closing series of three, each featuring a mature Bruckner symphony paired alongside work(s) by (near-) contemporary composers, likely, even if obliquely commenting upon each. Architectonics of sound and light, between two works by Jorg Widmann and Bruckner Five provided first program its unifying idea. Here likely it was the absence of light - in pairing two overtly spiritually and definitively pessimistic works. Perhaps in the progressivism of each can be found some glimmer of hope, even within pervasive gloom of Zimmermann’s ‘ecclesiastical action.’ “ich wandte mich.”

Bernd Alois Zimmermann’s swansong, ‘ecclesiastical action’ programmed here, is based on very insightfully interspersed verses, passages from Book of Ecclesiastes and ‘Grand Inquisitor’ scenes in Dostoevskii’s Brothers Karamazov. ECM liner notes trace model for Zimmermann’s inspiration at least histrionically back to the action sacre’s of four centuries ago – unique cross between oratorio and almost opera they are. ‘Hope in a life worth living’ had all but altogether disappeared for Zimmermann, undercut by illness at little over fifty years old, that even in the dark world he reckoned, he had his other works express. Aspiration toward such is even difficult to find here. Taking on the surface what this music expresses, represents, as openly elaborated on Heinz Holliger’s fine recording, there is no hope.

During moments of larger or full ensemble ritornello in ‘Ich wandte mich’, one finds continuing a practically baroque application of serialism in much elaboration that fully characterizes Die Soldaten. Anything from slow allargando polyphony to sudden, as though igneous eruptions of intermittent rapid stretti still surfaces well – but as though perhaps from activity more than half of such submerged, relegated to a crypt. Emulation in serial language of Gabrieli derivative intradas - just several times relegated to brass alone – Nagano with fine sense of proportions well revealed their providing eloquent framing Atmosphere of minimalistic expressionism is pervasive, such as infuses late Nono and some of Wolfgang Rihm’s compositions; a sensitive ear gets beckoned to pick up through overtones intimation of melodic, harmonic progressions left merely implicit.

For setting of text stressing a continuing or relentless strife between oppression and liberation, between life and death, Kent Nagano seemed most interested here in what makes ‘Ich wandte mich’, according to Zimmermann’s forbears, twentieth century music. Nagano’s pace through this was quite breezy overall. Long sustained notes, pedals extending out, thus leading the ear to sense of conventional harmonic moorings still in play, did not receive underlining here they do under Holliger (ECM), even with what stark dissonances emerge from them. One sensed here a streaming motion, even through thinly scored passages, their often pinprick articulated, demarcated spacing. Vast space indicated here almost rivals scoring inherent to Luigi Nono’s Prometeo

Matthias Goerne proved the lyrical soloist for Kent Nagano, filling out his lines with fine expressive import, plus melisma and other mannerist articulation of his stark lines with fluidity, firmness, and internalized emotional engagement. (Andreas Schmidt, of naturally lower tessitura than Goerne, proved the darker timbre and the more histrionic, more stretched soloist for Holliger – in employing more conventional tempos and profile than has Nagano). Nagano’s two speakers (Ulrich Matthes, Thomas Thieme) and instrumental soloists within DSO Berlin fit deftly into Nagano’s more abstracted perspective on this work – dryly certainly as compared with more evocative representation Holliger and his team provide. Obbligato for electric guitar, stripped just partly from vernacular associations one makes, is very striking - hardly less that for double-bass.

Zimmermann’s merging of his highly developed serialism with the vernacular does not more acutely emerge than it does here. Sounds of softly rattling maracas, cowbells, antique cymbals, such to perhaps almost get lost in the Philharmonie’s diffuse acoustic got sensitively handled here. Nagano, favored leaving much, not quite all manner of expressive or histrionic device to one’s imagination. Sense of running contest under way between the two speaking roles for audible, perhaps philosophical supremacy came across here somewhat reticent or removed.

Word painting - impetus behind it understated here - such as duet of trombones (then mimicked by piccolos) accompanying ‘Ich sah an Arbeit’ – expressing futility of two accomplished masters envying the fruit of each other’s labors - over pounding bass drum, further illustrates the frequently utter grimness of this work. Concertato of trio of piccolos, pizzicato in cellos and melisma infused vocal writing hints at scoring tendencies common to the music of Gyorgy Ligeti. That all eventually sinks a good ways into adopting a meditative, reflective stance reveals Nagano, still unflinching before what violence occurs here, to be not far off the mark in subtly enveloping, shrouding good portions of this work in an air of abstraction. Heratic sense of where overtones lie, associations through recall of particular motivic activity, enveloping, framing provided by such Nagano subjugated to taking secondary role to the most progressive tendencies this music offers toward seeing beyond – also beyond some of the despair, gloom, despondency of Zimmermann’s vision here.

One could vaguely pick up perhaps a mystical grasp of how encountering such a work thus may offer way of being able to linger on a while. Nagano’s handling of fine brass chorale quote of Es ist genug, and jolting crunch with which Zimmermann truncates it came across forcefully, to decisively bring ‘action sacre’ to its conclusion. As observed as from a distance, blunt force characterizing Zimmermann’s vision, its rigor, terseness, at times fraught animation got appropriated more fluidly, streamlined than may be the norm, but within perspective of where this still oft neglected composer may fit within pantheon of the past century’s greats.

Kent Nagano then fully eschewed emotionalizing the Bruckner Ninth Symphony, opting to delve deeper instead. Outer movements got taken broadly - while acutely reckoning formal constraints at every turn. With tendency to keep distant full emotional involvement with content of the Fifth and Seventh symphonies, the probing character of this Ninth was remarkable - full simplicity achieved very impressive. Recently again during the Fifth and Seventh, emphasis for strings to project their sound with as much of their articulation possible or feasible became somewhat paramount throughout. One would normally expect Nagano drawn to forward-looking aspects of the Ninth. In no way then could anyone have felt disappointed.

For Nagano, it was in getting all harmony, voicing clearly spelled out, implications involved that impetus toward propulsive motion for argument throughout this piece got somewhat undercut - never beyond necessity to maintain good line and define well all contrasting episodes All emerged here very cogent and focused. Interesting to look back, because with forward moving impetus compelling Oswald Kabasta’s classic Munich Philharmonic account along, the modernism of all the dissonances in that Ninth as encountered therein, are also stark.

Nagano favored reasonably lean sonorities with which to approach the Ninth – also characteristic good freedom to freely contract and tighten overall sonic picture facing him. Nothing ever sounded denatured from what best characterizes this music, i.e. perhaps anticipating things becoming too detached instead. Equally fortunate, one sought in vain heavy or special underlining of any full scoring for the strings – or for that matter swooning over to death what sonorities can emerge just for their sake alone. Broad tempos combined with emotional stoicism framing everything, optimum flexibility with shaping the coursing line throughout became also highly notable.

Second theme, placed higher as recapitulated especially, got captured very knowingly, its sensuality emerging in full by being simply drawn out of well varied voicing and harmonic shifts through it and underneath. The same quality of workmanship provided third theme group unencumbered, naturally supple flow throughout. Nagano, making mild subito piu mosso out of switch to Moderato for the third theme group, obviated both its almost aimlessly wandering character followed by decisive character of how it develops - especially during well extended later reprise. Minor tendency to insert half to one second pauses to better demarcate episodes from each other during this first movement, proved very apt, very seldom self-conscious.

Broadly paced grasp of mystery opening the first movement through elementally, organically striving buildup through stoically enunciated fortissimo statement of the first theme beautifully laid groundwork for all to follow. What proved virtuous from Nagano in the Adagio closing the Ninth got anticipated by a very restful, meditative lingering over transitions between theme groups. Varied approaches to making incompletely fulfilling restatements of brass chorale motif from the Introduction, detachment toward making it to goal made (proto-existentialist) doubt expressed therein eloquent.

Even at broad pacing to all of this through for instance descending march of pizzicato in the strings, goal of achieving firm restatement of the first theme remained clear. For it, Nagano imposed a curious subito piu mosso as in effect to send all flowing through it. Tentatively starting buildup to auspicious climax in F Minor and achieving it may have frustrated a few wanting it milked for all its worth. More vulgar is to have the trumpets resoundingly on their jagged dotted rhythms make something Bruckner-star Galactica out of this passage; fortunately that did not happen here. Climax before coda was febrile in its intensity, wringing last drop of waning vitality out of it all, preceding wearily, stoically despondent brass chorale anticipation of very broadly paced coda rounding all out with compelling power and intensity.

Demonic quality of the scherzo became suggested as opposed to overstated - clearly lurking beneath it all through an internalized violence (pressed a little harder the second time through it) of achieving the minor dominant halfway through outer sections.. The lousy overstating of accelerando, worst on Karajan’s late 1970’s recording of this, mercifully got thrown out. Incisively playful interaction through ret-transition preceding through it Nagano beautifully clarified – in manner one would normally associate with Bernard Haitink’s Bruckner interpretations – also the bucolic lift informing the ferocity of this scherzo – yet without undermining it. The trio section with incisively achieved skip through its opening plus slight lift from behind for sighing consequents (and without rushing one bit principal flautist Thomas Hecker) got excellently characterized here. Mystery with restarting piquantly opening Scherzo was memorable – then extra heft through a hell-bent emphasis on upbeats bringing the Scherzo to an incisive conclusion.

The quasi-Klemperer like stoicism, broad pacing informing the first movement paid off equally compelling dividends for the Adagio A performance of this of more noble poise, well achieved outline than this from anybody today would be difficult to imagine. Stoic anguish expressed took on Amfortas like proportions, but with transfigured light glimmering throughout - auspiciously through clearly voiced dissonant climax toward the end, equally febrile invoking terror - letting unforced strings resound above the brass with very compelling clarity and intensity.

Space allowed for lingered over consequents in solo oboe and horn and for once over clearly enunciated comments in double-basses - all connected – characterized, succinctly shaped, the broad introduction to the Adagio. Slightly tentative opening to second theme each time proved lone distraction, perhaps welcome, from the deep underlying and often quiet intensity to this Adagio.

Full concise shaping of the B Minor agitated inversion of the Adagio’s opening theme framed intense, long trailing off thereof in high winds basking off glimmering light ascetically far across the horizon – how effortlessly all could turn sublime here at achieving ideal simplicity of expression – equally remindful of much excellent work Nagano achieved while in charge in advent of succession by Ingo Metzmacher. Long breathed anguished ascent off mid-phrase re-entering first subject past halfway through this Adagio, as to not quite deny brass interjections good space, leading up to fully harmonized sigh of descending chorale in the strings, was also notable. Achievement of such moment of repose turned out all unaffected, sublime. Break off of winds on clearly detached hollow major seconds from exchange of introductory minor-ninth opening motif between strings was very exact – and harrowing.

Intensity, lightly achieved, reaching far, to open the coda was thrilling. Coming off perhaps the very last crescendo in starting extended preparation for quoting the opening of the Bruckner Seventh closing the Ninth momentarily became slightly jittery, but as though to remind all of the utter humanity of such endeavor. With all taken very slowly entire way through horns’ ascending phrase, sense of motion still being alive, coursing throughout emerged through very nobly limned conclusion to this.

As even modernist an approach Nagano’s is, it made the often quite fine Rattle interpretation heard recently in London seem, by comparison, to linger on the surface. Rattle’s interpretation of the Ninth, in even perhaps helping expose its weaknesses, and fractured psychological state of its composer, along similar lines of how Robert Simpson has criticized this work, might seem now almost cheaply deconstructionist in perspective. The feeling of all being at peace at the close of the Nagano was achieved by accepting Bruckner as is, through beautiful preparation - by the most highly organic, unforced means. Opportunity to make chamber music out of many lyrical, transitional passages of the Sixth – hardly ever self-conscious – as played at the Proms six years back – typified this effort as well.. This Ninth proved fine testament to the resiliency of the human spirit while facing immediate prospect of life ebbing away.

Dr Kultur: AB neo-expressionismus zyklus II. Wolfgang Rihm. Bruckner 7. DSO Berlin. Kent Nagano. Rayanne Dupuis. Philharmonie. 19.03.11.

Over-riding theme to this second pairing of mature Bruckner symphonies with contemporary work commenting upon it seemed to be German-ness, opening with work of particularly critical, soul-searching, deconstructionist perspective from Wolfgang Rihm. Kent Nagao conducted at the Bavarian State Opera four years ago his 35 minute monodram - Das Gehege (‘The Bawn’). Gabrielle Schnaut played the woman, Anita, accompanied by dancer as ‘eagle’ at its word premiere – pared with Strauss’s Salome (portrayed by Angela Denoke). Its text is the final scene of play by Botho Strauss, Sclusschor (title allusive to finale to the Beethoven Ninth).

A woman, night the Berlin Wall has fallen, has by stealth entered the Berlin Zoo and become involved with a caged eagle she finds therein and frees from its cage. She implores the bird to engage with her, taunts it to come nearer her, which it does. As the bird becomes more provoked, she becomes haughtier, more intrusive on its space - to point the bird then lunges at her; she then kills it, then emerges from the scene drenched in blood. A golden eagle, symbolizing Germany, with crises to which Germany has subjected herself to over the years, gets left subject to interpretation. Parallel between the eagle becoming an object of desire and Jokanaan’s severed head for Salome in Munich became obvious. Suggested is some ideation of the ego, concept of national identity closely related thereof.

Rihm’s rhapsodic scoring, definitely more conservative than his two full-length operas, evokes past musical heritage, but commenting upon such as in effect zooming in and out, alternatively subtly and abruptly for effect of varied distances and perspectives. Two orchestral interludes feature procession on echoing pizzicati, chimes, interspersed winds, brass all in detached whole tones to evocative, distancing Orinetal-esque effect. This all works confluent with the varied emotional, psychological states of Anita during strange encounter in question. Reference to an extended diatonic past musically has for Rihm something more to do with memory, recollection than anything else - challenged, confronted here full-out. Subversive it is to reveal tonality as Rihm does - left constantly floundering, between being subject to brass interjections from without and prone to self-destruction from within. All this seems to work parallel to the shattered psyche of the woman and morbid association in neurotic, even erotic identification with the bird to an aggressive extent - as Jens Laurson for MusicWeb Internat’l has indicated. Brass interjections help bring to the fore ramifications of extending tonality into numerous seventh, ninth, eleventh chords, overlapping thereof.

Over suspended dissonance in harmonics, other instrumentation, Das Gehege begins with assertive lines of reproach for decaying features of aging bird in question - parallel to revulsion one feels at first seeing the head of Jokanaan to start final scene of Salome. As contrast one has the woman muse elaborately over concept of ‘Wald’ – repeating the word a dozen times, to close this monologue, accompanied by varied orchestral reminiscences of what has transpired – ending below trailing off concertmaster harmonics over vast unfilled space. Mood for such development is elegiac - several waltz-like allusions to the music of Richard Strauss also, ranging from warmly nostalgic to sultry, debauched - latter as during Anita’s depraved observation of the bird’s decaying physical condition, i.e. in lusty chest tones on ‘Rippenkorb’ (repeated). Both at moment’s notice can abruptly break off into jagged, agitated stretto through violent swoops, half-glissando up in the strings – feigning strong beating of bird wings - peppered by highly dissonant brass interjections. Echoing of lyric lines, phrasing in harmonics, high woodwinds also comes across detached, less so poignantly elegiac writing for oboe and English horn.

Several quiet interludes in this create sensation of time suspended – with ostinati running through them seemingly devoid of any better than vaguely allusive connection to what has preceded or will follow them. ‘Time shards’ Michael Cherlin speaks of, regarding Arnold Schoenberg’s Erwartung definitely come to mind - likely Rihm’s least contrived sounding allusion thereof in ‘Das Gehege.’ March like rhythms emerge at moment’’s notice with little regularly paced to accompany, even during one interlude of increasingly clastic application of Alberti figuration in the strings. Concertmaster solo riffs off the section Alberti on harmony a whole tone up to accompany tellingly Anita addressing the eagle with line ‘Wo ist dein Doppenbild?’ Such reference to march rhythm, other musical allusion to militancy arrives by wonderfully varied means of instrumentation, placement, whether to the fore (and without tune to accompany) and/or functioning as something without aim, direction - ephemeral or upon which one at best can only obtain a tenuous grasp.

Onomatopaeic references to nature abound, such as telling extended moment for principal flute and concertmaster on harmonics playing exposed lines reflexively imitating each other as Anita reflects on how much or how little the eagle does toward matching her disturbed frame of mind. Free floating line of harmonics tremolo in exposed concertmaster solo, thinly accompanied during closing paragraphs is one more instance. Qualified masterpiece, mildly contrived as this work sounds, even through its air of nostalgia, there is some potent undercurrent here – remindful of how Rihm’s other operatic work, Conquest of Mexico for instance, really pushed the envelope.

For comparison’s sake, long track by Nancy Gustafson and Markus Stenz with Gurzenich Koln can be heard on youtube, for which we can be grateful. Both orchestras sound equally at home capturing the idiom, fully internalizing this music. Nagano and his more histrionic soloist Rayanne Dupuis – with hollower sound, slightly greater impetus to vent hysteria, but less warmth than Gustafson - lent this work the more detached perspective. Written very well, comfortably for the voice, animated here is much gestural variety, affectation through well connected line of recitative, arioso, declamation, melisma - all helping provide unifying quality to elaborate psychological landscape on display. Dupuis’s low notes were less secure, less lustrous, thereby less suggestive of deeper motif than those of Gustafson. Hardly less authoritative, less imaginative though has been this rendition.

Kent Nagano then offered Bruckner’s Seventh relatively along conventional lines, drawing full bloom out of DSO Berlin strings for their broad lines to abet sustaining fairly moderate pace for its first two movements. His perspective still seems mildly averse to bringing out what might be construed this music’s hieratic aspects. In fact, to avoid such intangibles, some interpretative sameness or generality took over sometimes. While openly maintaining linear clarity throughout the first movement, some specific turn of phrase, innate nuance thereof got mildly streamlined away.

Direct shaping of broad opening theme was good, but by there being some emphasis on strings projecting their sound forward, a little stodginess crept in early with violins extending out noble first theme toward its crest. Nagano then, assisted by his winds, regained focus overall shape with the second theme, winds providing very good light pulsated ring for ongoing current underneath. Buildup through ascending line in the strings thus sounded more circumspect. Not much there was to do to bring things down to making all down to earth; bourree like third subject opened with plentiful character until Nagano felt inclined toward arching, projecting line to emerge thereof, then to deftly close first large section of this movement. Reposeful opening of next section got slightly heavily enveloped – much ardor then drawn out of line DSO Berlin cellos with which to reply to wind’s first theme inversion.

Somewhat lean, dry in persuasion, loud C Minor transition, inversion Nagano avoided rushing excessively, although making slightly conspicuous mild slowing up for restatement of the first theme when it can enter more surreptitiously instead. Restatement of first theme material transformed in relaxed frame of mind held forth better appeal to Nagano; simplicity with such through altered third subject in a redefining new key then took over very nicely. Steeply arched first theme consequent based paragraph eloquently issued forth - pressed forward trumpets then to blaze forth moments later bringing all to a fine, noble conclusion.

Nagano moderately pacing the Adagio, may have curiously only achieved shallow depth in feigning simplicity at its core while stopping at only suggesting spiritual fervor associated therein. Warmly intoned by DSO strings, expression for opening paragraph sounded ready to settle for generically elegiac. Melos radiated through lyrical second subject; better shape got achieved with first subject reprise - anticipating ascent through early climax (in C Major). Sequencing of consequent to the main theme got provided good color, shape, contrast thereby. Nagano eschewed underlining or sentimentalizing reprise of second subject for sake of ear’s grasp of this episode’s harmonic function, placement within keeping intact majestic subtly contrasted entirety on display. He also thus subtly hid notion of too much riding on the surface, Overall profile became stronger during final reprise of the main idea for body of the Adagio, over slowly running sextuplets; Nagano held line supple and firm, even if making climax to the Adagio more suggested than cumulative. Hush over coda, with Wagner tubas, other brass very warmly framed conclusion to this with fine resolve.

Good swagger held sway for rollicking scherzo - good spring to line persisting through re-transition to restating the opening trumpet call. Voicing filled much out, helping make light incisive segue toward carrying line forward. Most all got confidently projected toward brightly ending both scherzo and its return, while keeping tempo rock steady. Strings drowsily gathered fine shape for the Trio. Nuance in brief measure for underpinning trombone got missed, however. Line sumptuously filled out with angst before fine passing state of repose got easily restored.

Through ruddy double basses picking it up, the finale’s first theme started off at a strongly syncopated jaunt. In fine contrast with how this opened, sobriety filled out chorale idea to follow. Nagano mildly distended jagged unison augmentation of opening idea before infusing first reprise of chorale with extra warmth. Development of mostly opening theme’s inversion lent overall line slack through repeat of jagged brass augmentation – until exaggerated reach for fully weighted high B from brass to forcefully frame, then cut idea off. It took until imminent coda for the brass to fully regain poise. Nagano then called emphatically for greater stillness and awe with which to provide chorale one final stopover. With aplomb, toward perhaps shaking off several cobwebs about to accumulate moments earlier, Nagano forthrightly brought shards of opening theme back in, then urgently started coda with fresh unblemished reprise of the same. Arched crescendo organically branched out, while veering near precipice well calibrated to overall line. With more thrust, after over-emphasis on half cadence right before, Nagano set most all ablaze for exalted conclusion to effort here.

Many have reckoned the Sixth Symphony preview of the Seventh - both very different from each other in numerous ways. The Seventh, in contrast with the Sixth, just on its surface - where Nagano seemed most comfortable hanging out – has the bolder profile and outline than the already daring Sixth, mixed with, especially in the Adagio, a more rarefied quality perhaps effacing Nagano’s temperament and outlook on how Bruckner should go. The Seventh, at its winsome surface, is still special - with qualities for its guilelessness that can get overlooked, and has by many before. Within its persuasion to engage more with present world lying before us, Nagano expressed greater ease with the Sixth, its unique demands, as evident at the 2005 BBC Proms and on disc. The Seventh, on this outing has proven an only slightly more elusive challenge for him.

DR Kultur: DSO Berlin, Jiri Belohlavek. French, Slavic program. Isabelle Faust, violin. 09.03.11 Philharmonie, Berlin.

Jiri Belohlavek, music director of BBC Symphony Orchestra, chose interesting combination of French and Slavic repertoire for this (presumably return) guest engagement with DSO Berlin. Violinist Isabelle Faust was soloist for rhapsodies by Ravel and Bartok. Belohlavek opened with Ma Mere l’Oye (Mother Goose) Suite by Maurice Ravel, the one altogether non-Slavic work on this program. With the warmth, nuance, color with which Belohlavek infused this, especially from DSO winds, a gentle hint for suggestion of patina from the piano music, opera Vixen from Janacek came to mind – fortunately without distorting Ravel’s rhythms, sound world. The clarity of the playing was such, not to fear comparison with for instance a chillier Pierre Boulez. This proved Belohlavek’s most successful contribution to this program.

Such as for ‘Petit Poucet, some of the slower lyricism in Ravel’s suite tempted from Belohlavek a slight tendency to drag – toward very deftly drawing out much color with just lightly gilding it. Pointing of the chinoserie in ‘Laidronette’ along with piquant, light bird call revealed a like-minded, intimate feel for nature this music – as an aside like that of Janacek - openly invites. Trio led by deep toned bass clarinet brought out the equally deep meditative quality of Ravel’s opening out to the Far East. The self-contained complacency of solo clarinet depicting ‘la belle’ in ‘Belle et la bete’ was ideal, as was by contrast doleful, contra-basson tempting to court her – DSO strings leaning a bit hard for her anxious replies. The dreamy conclusion to this, in helping prepare mood for the opening of ‘Jardin feerique’ was perfect. “Le Jardin feerique’ opened with fine solemnity, at only mildly slack comodo pace – with concertmaster Burkhard Hartog sweetly limning solemnity below with sweet consequents. Belohlavek stepped back to let all with greatest ease sink into fully achieved cadence out of which to build fine calibrated opening out of much splendor to bring this suite to a fine close.

It took until orchestral accompanied second half of Ravel’s Tzigane for violinist Isabelle Faust to show resilience toward achieving good confidence in approaching this piece in place of something more brazen, willful - and then through Bartok to follow, all went well. For first half of Tzigane however, with already apparently sufficient technique to conquer this piece, supporting discretion to back it up went missing. There is purposefully the modernism, stylization to how Tzigane is constructed, that it does not need near so much help as Faust attempted providing, with all the back-phrasing, extra shoving on phrase endings, extra-heavy bow strokes, hint of Bing Crosby or of jazz riff at several junctures, etc. The utter wildness of Ravel’s highly realistic opening – not quite genuinely Magyar as Bartok, but definitely a cut above on genuinely folkloric terms over Vienniese café manner of Liszt or Brahms, got lost.

With DSO Berlin harpist overshadowing Faust on segue in – even with intermittent continuation of pushing not achieved from within, all came much better into focus, for Belohlavek’s grasp of color, genuinely Slavic feel for what more genuinely constitutes ‘gypsy’ Concertato light speed up for refrain in clarinets and horns was spot-on – and in particular other contributions from a still very fine wind section in DSO Berlin. Isabelle Faust in being obsequious, then provided fine collaboration for most of the second half of this, and again remained assured during the Bartok Rhapsody No. 2 to follow.

Orchestral adaptation of the Bartok Second Rhapsdy with its deftly added coloration and shift in emphasis, removes a little of the edge of the wildness of especially the stomping rhythms that constantly propel its ‘Friss’ (second) half. Belohlavek’s feel for it, together with Faust was idiomatic for this setting, the only thing to complain about perhaps being a little further softening of this music’s edge and rhythms. The soulful character of this music, especially for its first half, was never in doubt, and in color, and bowing from orchestra and soloist alike, through constant metamorphosis of step informing the ‘Friss’ and its coloristic implications (piano accompaniment is less skillful in achieving - making it different piece this way) – for instance in passage during ‘Friss’ where soloist combines figuration with harps (prickly by contrast in the piano accompanied version), very deftly handled by all three players. Faust and Hartog combined efforts with, as encore, two Bartok duos (out of the forty-four) fully, confidently in mastery of by turns soulful and earthy savagery of the writing. All was limber from both Faust and Hartog – that simplicity Faust denied the first half of Tzigane was no longer in doubt.

Belohlavek, after interval, selected a relaxed, slightly broadening pace for the first movement to Dvorak’s sunny D Major Symphony (No. 6). Throughout, this was a Sixth conscientious to stress its lyrical aspects, only almost making something comparable to Brahms’s first orchestral serenade thereof – or more to the F Major Symphony preceding it than to perhaps the Sixth itself. For good clarity of line and texture, something can be said for such an approach, but here taking it with just barely adequate light and resonance to infuse both. Some stretches of especially the two outer movements of this symphony perhaps only made it one or two cuts above the pedantry of taking it more commonly the brass-driven bombastic way – such as presented at one of two local conservatories here in Houston fairly recently.

Some brightness for crest of opening theme, ritronelli thereof remained, but Brahms Second derived waltz step to first movement’s second theme needed more lift to clearly raise it above what might comet across flat-line. Reflective cast, coming off this and in attempting to find the right mystery with which to open the Development were good, making it perceptible that Belohlavek might be thinking back to example of Karel Ancerl, but as though curiously mixed in with something approaching a purist bent to it all.

Trumpets and horns brightly exuding fervor near end of the first movement, then after much lingering over both bringing it to a quiet conclusion, they framed opening of the second movement well. Pace for the ongoing Adagio, without being fast, flowed well onward – again after a quite broadly paced first movement. Complementing the overall open-air feel, the light perspective through which dialogue between violins and winds emerged here was refreshing. There are no slow movements in the Dvorak symphonies more beautiful than in both this and the D Minor Seventh Symphony that in fact may mysteriously complement each other in several ways. Exchange of sighs between violins and winds abetted filling all out, while keeping texture warm and light.

Mild sectioning off of oboe duet simple cadential lines came across slightly stodgy as did slightly strict reining in of the brief agitated minor key episode. Easing up from this, making supple re-transition back though was very fine, while introspectively picking up good wistful air to infuse this place. DSO Berlin cellos openly then sang forth this movement’s opening theme - little to encumber the magic of once more encountering this music, its innate pastoral intimacy. Repetitive figure through following Furaint got supplied little lift from internal voicing within, making utter joyousness of this mildly reserved – forthright, but somewhat pedantically so. Extra compensating during yielding line from the violins, while expressive, seemed just that. Extra lift, filling out of main Furiant idea provided good oomph to close out outer sections of this – until slightly pushing much final coda to this scherzo. Piccolo emerged a bit high ad dry during Trio for it waiting past dry, slightly flaccid opening to it to develop fine expressivity.

Streamlined feel for the finale’s opening lines, toward keeping textures supple – DSO winds answering with same idea more characterfully, as also with fine spark they provided this finale’s dance like second theme. For fugato, extension of it both, stiffness from DSO string section prevailed, along with some strain at getting accenting right. Wistful episode of arabesque and yielding quality of re-transition off forthrightly, stiffly realized restatement of opening theme in D Minor provided relief. Achievement of festive ritronelli, recapitulating them, became more assured. Coda to the finale sounded quasi-academic in excessive pointing of accents, then also stodgy in so much leaning on final restatement of opening theme, abetting the impression that Belohlavek may not have fully convinced himself that perhaps this music can speak a little better for itself.

All carping aside, this was a sufficiently characterized, decently played Dvorak Sixth, if hardly at all near a definitive one. Some thinning of the ranks, especially among DSO Berlin strings, injuriously so, has indeed become apparent – issue over which Ingo Metzmacher brought to an end his position with this ensemble. The diffuse acoustics of the Philharmoie do not obscure well what does not quite curry favor within how things get performed there. For how things got played here, Jiri Belohlavek should still be welcome back for at least occasional guest appearances again.

DR Kultur: Bruckner neo-expressionismus zyklus I. Jorg Widmann, Bruckner 5. DSO Berlin. Kent Nagano. Philharmonie, Berlin. 28.2.11.

This program began mini-series of three last odd-numbered Bruckner symphonies, programmed together with works by living composers. The Fifth Symphony here got paired with two pieces by Jorg Widmann, the Seventh several weeks later by “Das Gehege’ - monodrama by Widmann’s mentor, Wolfgang Rihm, written on different subject than, but along compositional lines allusive to Schoenberg’s ‘Erwartung.

Much of the Bruckner became showcase to virtuosically display packed sonorities – in accentuating at saturated moments overtly, deeply clashing overtones – impetus too working toward making detached their ricocheting off each other. For his purpose – picking living composer who in fragmented manner has inserted miniature clips from the older classics – i.e. Beethoven Seventh in Con Brio – was in qualified sense apt. Hardly any quotation of ‘the classics’ cropped up in either work chosen here. Impetus for Nagano to do the Bruckner Fifth Symphony was similar to that of his mentor Pierre Boulez – likely heard with the Chicago Symphony several years back. A greater clarity and structural precision indicated as much – with modest nod toward grasping the deeply hieratic aspects of this work. With Nagano, one had to wait mostly until the finale to grasp any (derived) sense of exaltation.

Violist Igor Budinstein and composer on clarinet joined DSO for first, yet more recently composed, pointillistic, less opaque of two Widmann pieces - “Schatten – Polyphonie – Lichstudie II.’ Jostling about of almost exclusively three pitches – with Widmann starting off tonguing an A – A, major third up to C-sharp, eventual tritone up to D-sharp - started things off. Grope upward then made at best thinly harmonized cadence on A – except (as leap of faith) through perceived overtones. Moving about from it in quarter-tones merged with, added, two other most frequently repeated, central pitches similarly explored, manipulated. Snatches of phrase emerged from clarinet, solo flute duo, followed by further sound effects, snatches of jazz riff, decorated by light percussion. Such gesture supplemented wind players breathing into the keyholes of their instruments – buttressed by imaginative lower woodwinds’ obbligato.

Budinstein then brilliantly entered with elaborately varied bow-strokes - legato, martellato, spiccato alternatively overtaking each other – over lower strings obbligato. Toccata then opened the central portion of this fifteen minute work, switching, evolving from much manipulation of broken motif into more sweeping flourish of descending scale-wise runs, arpeggios – type of flourish occurring also in Armonica, but more densely packed therein than here. Interjections of very rapid upward runs, stabbing accent on chords, single pitches made for an ever increasingly mercurial play with light and color in a woodwind, light percussion dominated sonority. For contrast, perhaps for the effect of refracting light, Widmann would then broadly augment figuration in play.

Three, four voiced choirale in the strings assisted in buildup to C Major chord, to break apart into whispered harmonics with low register A Major third to resound from the two soloists. They have been already intermittently caught behaving very skillfully imitative of each other - their own tone colors, effects, sonorities - enhanced by light comments from DSO Berlin percussion. Broken allargando through heavily tenuto marked pitches buttressed a clear ascent into higher, ever growing aggregate of sonorities to ultimately an ear-splitting level. Mostly lower broken sonorities challenged developing broken motif on (mostly) solo viola – toward making final reach to a piercing high C-Sharp. It appeared possible Nagano might have been more engaged with ‘Schatten’ than with Armonica to follow, given the frequently open textures, overt rhythmic animation characteristic of ‘Schatten.’

Armonica (2007) proved the more textured, rhapsodic composition – premiered by the Vienna Philharmonic under Boulez – featuring here brilliantly adept Christa Schoenfeldinger on glass harmonica. (Boulez’s interest in German neo-expressionism seems newfound). Layering of half and whole tone dyads, melisma formed out of which to limn dense texture underneath becomes paramount here. Nagano often stressed citing melodic and harmonic motif to help define parameters embedded therein and characterize individually what colors infuse them. Arabesque introduced on piano and celesta gets mirrored, echoed by internal voicing throughout rich tapestry on display.

Interchangeability of both single pitch and clustered sonorities between harmonica and frequently wind instruments was telling – with, in addition, several electronc imitative repeat-pitch tremoli. Several trumpets cadenced two-thirds through Armonica on a brightly dissonant triad, then cut off for harmonica high and dry to echo them. Violins often high, placed back often on (half-) harmonics would gradually grope toward forming sustainable cantilena - often stifled by much else about. Freely entering concertato of winds beneath would contrapuntally supplement, develop effort.

As though to depict spirit straining to break free, Widmann’s mercurial inclusion of arabesque, especially on celesta, vaguely recalls the music of Bernd Alois Zimmermann. There was in subtler, more enveloped format play with light throughout, even to refract it during closing passages – getting past, two thirds through, pause in the music off muted strings dissonantly echoing E Major triad just accomplished.

This music included inhaling, exhaling wave like motion scattered throughout, while often accumulating, then quickly dissembling aggregates of dissonance, knowingly so. Rise and fall on cymbal clash underneath very first pitches to sound forth on harmonica starting this piece concisely intimated such. Descending scales, intermixed with descending diminished chord intervals prepared elaborate exploration of such device. All faded spectrally away to silence at the end, to at first seemingly establish central point of arrival on E lightly swelled on harmonica. Tone half-tone higher at the very end, recalled in the strings considerably earlier the first quiet major cadence in the piece, encompassing several octaves on just two pitches.

Varied dissociated states identifiable with Widmann’s music meandered into making presence felt during Anton Bruckner’s Fifth Symphony. Nagano had wonderful success with Bruckner’s Sixth Symphony at the BBC Proms six years ago in the drier Royal Albert Hall; two months earlier they had recorded it only near as successfully in the more diffuse Philharmonie. Intimate feel for the outdoors through the Sixth’s internally rich harmonic language, more prominently in London, became hallmark of both.

Replacing wooden Gothic cathedral on display before who wrote this Fifth Symphony came at the Philharmonie approximate reconstruction in steel and concrete. Displaced accenting, while not throwing things off completely, became fairly common, increasing one’s’ feeling of alienation. DSO Berlin here seemed to be making good stab here at emulating the Berlin Philharmonic under late-career Karajan – to perhaps showcase the bombast of doing so. Pardoning some overt rhythmic inconsistencies, this Bruckner Fifth was brilliantly conceived, executed, yet with altered mental picture in mind – for which it might cause an orthodox observer to perceive much heart.

Stoic reply from brass to ascending jagged figures all across provided measure of poise, grandeur for – above marked dynamic levels – a too projected introduction to the first movement. DSO strings infused first subject with fine angst within well sustained fairly broad tempo for Allegro to follow. Provocative was heavily marked detachment of antecedent portion of the second theme, each time, from more easily shaped consequents – slightly throwing one’s sense of balance off. Interlude led underneath by horns between its statement and reprise was warmer. Closing section of the Exposition conveyed the most character of anything thus far. Tremoli filling out closing lines sounded slightly more diffuse than warm.

Further effort toward strictly proportioning argument at hand further prevented thaw from emanating well during Development. Remindful of some vestige of humanity still at stake, ascending forceful dotted rhythm brass sounded loose in grip on pulsation under-girding their lines. For further projected voltage, increasing reach from behind became prominent for what remained. Stark preparation for the recapitulation abetted making stilted projected tremolo to accompany the first theme. Profile of third section became slightly exaggerated, but acclerandi to usher in Coda calibrated toward flutes entering well with first theme - brass then too slurred, projected to well emulate them

Second movement opened suitably austere. Descending solo clarinet sixth and sevenths consequents harnessed DSO strings from beginning to clip their parts. Noble line mostly characterized alternating second theme at least until brass rose to the fore to slur, turn epic repeat of the subject. Simplicity of returning first theme thus became disjunctive. – all then to turn unyielding with as a result violins only initially fulfilling, distinguishing numerous shifting harmonies. Stark dissonances for descending brass got understated, through largely streamlined, tempo marked, heavily slurred approach to much else. Pace for this Adagio seemed slower than it actually was.

Strings on subsidiary lines curiously managed cutting through brass to open a headlong accented Scherzo. Overall articulation was too unvarying for much character to emerge well, with strings bouncing down on Adagio consequent derived staccato, then for principal oboe especially and strings to halfway pick up laendler accenting to follow. Weighting, slurred dragging out of remainder up to where all recapitulates however became tedious. Restoring pacing to headlong emerged mildly forced or contrived. Scherzo reprise after more relaxed Trio had better internal lift applied to how it opened, but with things then quickly returning to how they had been before. Bucolic accenting in the Trio, initially halfway picked up, gratefully improved as it coursed along.

It took until getting Exposition underway for Nagano to find good footing for the finale. Due to good circumspection on his part, the finale, consummating the opening out of hypothetical cathedral in question, proved his most successful movement here Second subject began as open-air as well played as might any more bucolic passage of the Fourth; amply suffused strings in playing full out their extended consequents became slightly syrupy, thick.- but while maintaining good line and pacing throughout. First subject right before, on cellos, basses, was informed by ruddy tone and good swagger. Firm pace and accenting was set for framing, closing third subject, with extra reach from behind in the strings to heavily further anchor things – after threatening to come off previous subject streamlined. Chorale interlude to frame imminent large fugue resounded fully, solemnly.

Nagano then paced, balanced the fugue very well, but with strings showing, after thick slurring through running descant eighth notes, some strain. Larger picture remained in focus with precise, light pinpointing for tricky concertato, subtle harmonic shifts within Nagano almost managed building a non-arched crescendo exiting the fugue, then making rugged the transition off recapitulatory first subject over to second - starting off equally lithe as before, but pressed hard forward toward concluding it. . Making way through the rest, Nagano got slightly stumped by a couple of transitions among good handful – strings slightly too bright in the Philharmonie acoustic - all in sight of supplemented DSO Berlin brass blazing path to fully realized majestic conclusion

While fully adept on Bruckner – Nagano cut an excellent disc of the original version Third - his sympathies with the Fifth were less clear. He no doubt is in good company with other esteemed Brucknerians. .Impressive to me early on was an Ozawa performance for PBS ‘Evening at Symphony’ – my introduction to this piece. Seiji Ozawa, also mentor to Nagano, ranks high among most underrated conductors of Bruckner’s music. i I was intrigued then by the seemingly many out of the way, odd turns this music takes. ‘Evening at Symphony’, nothing commercial behind it, following legacy of Lynne Cheney style ‘reforms’, unfortunately went the way of all flesh.

More supple line, formal grasp will not sink Nagano’s Bruckner into emulating flaccid late-career Wand or Celibedache. Keeping unwritten and written parameters in mind – a modernist approach to Bruckner can still work. In keeping with such, the purposefully mostly unresolved descending gestures in brass nearly closing the Adagio, cutting across thin shafts of light groping inwards, should stand out somewhat more; fuller grasp of this music’s mystery however must first take hold. Much impressive still transpired here - if not always meaningfully so. The Fifth perhaps fits Nagano less well than several other Bruckner symphonies; this was hardly his last chance at it.

DR Kultur: DSO Berlin Live - Auspicious debut by Jonathan Nott with 20th century program. Christian Tetzlaff. Philharmonie, 16.01.11.

This marked Jonathan Nott’s debut with DSO Berlin – very likely the most auspicious guest conducting debut with them thus far this season. He opened with a Georg Friedrich Haas transcription of Scriabin’s Ninth Piano Sonata, Opus 68 (‘Black Mass’) – here labeled Sonata in one movement. Haas has tapped knowingly and deep into the rich colors of Scriabin’s piano writing, starting off with descending chromatic lines in winds, imitating brass - if not quite giving the dynamism of Scriabin’s original writing much of any boost. Elaborate figuration gets underpinned by ominous triplets on timpani – recurring motif one stronger hint of menace, mostly just intimated here, afoot – showing up on wood-blocks later on – surrounded by much flutter and arabesque all about.

Much rapid, fleeting arabesque in the strings, midway through this got answered by fluttering bird-call in flutes, other high winds over lightly insistent dotted rhythms in trumpet, winds and brass. Firm line of cortege would recur, framing this music to indicate or strongly intimate good structural firmness underneath. Nott, with DSO Berlin, relished the rich colors, drawing an always warm, supple response out of all sections of DSO Berlin – with ear keen to how this piece is structured, amidst much ornate finery. Nott’s strengths as a musician became very evident here – though perhaps working with tamer assessment of Scriabin’s late-period style than with how this music was originally composed. Eschewed entirely was undue heavy gilding of lines running therein – as might throw out of focus some of the rest. Perhaps a few knowing risks could have been employed – as could effectively be from prudent leadership Nott frequently provides.

Favorite and also recently touring soloist with DSO Berlin for the occasion was Christian Tetzlaff for the First Violin Concerto by Dimitri Shostakovich. This was playing slightly outside tradition of Oistrakh, Kremer, Repin, but of a very deeply probing quality to strongly compel, in the grand scheme of things, a broader, more universal perspective on what this music expresses – not just of Shostakovich’s life, tormented persona behind Iron Curtain alone. Tetzlaff, with lean tone, maintained keen ear, through spinning forth in opening ‘Nocturne’ of the DSCH motif, for structural character of developing it with all the rest - toward goal of revealing all probingly under contrasting perspectives of light and shade. No (insipidly) obviating underlining was necessary, thus none occurred. He was very engagingly partnered here by Nott, helping give solidity, foundation to orchestral argument interweaving with his thus far.

The starkness of the character of Shostakovich’s writing found Nott perhaps slightly inhibited in engaging such during later movements, but for ‘Nocturne’, he and Tetzlaff together were ideal. Reach into double basses starting the concerto, then into lower winds emerged deep and rich. By contrast, eerie calm thoroughly framed ascent into high reaches in the solo part, recalling similar writing in opening Largo of the Sixth Symphony. Through drawing precisely fine sonorities out of this music emerged as well a contained yet deeply internally passionate response to this music from Tetzlaff. Stoical framing of coda on starkly, yet deeply sonorously articulated arpeggio of deep rumination over closing lines from Tetzlaff to follow was also most apt.

‘Scherzo’ began acerbically dry, with Tetzlaff even hinting at clipping a few of his lines, but without undercutting their rhythmic profile. Response from concertato winds emerged slightly tentative in ensemble – with Nott then stoically glib at marking vigorous dance ritornello to follow. Tetzlaff made both gutsy and light his engagement of elaborate figuration to come – with element of fanfare characterizing his lines to the forefront. The modernism of the writing through fugato to follow, starting just past midway through, between both Tetzlaff and Nott stood out in stark relief.

Getting past one or two slips in intonation from DSO brass, Nott drew rich color out of winds and quickly improving brass for first variation to follow for the Passacaglia. Tetzlaff then entered, providing his lines measured noble restraint over then descending bassoon obbligato that could have been encouraged toward achieving firmer shape for how to start it. Tetzlaff restored focus to proceedings in full with simple restatement on forthright octaves of the Passacaglia theme. Descending line into precisely marked strong chordal pizzicato led to a quiet, measured, deeply foreboding close – into a thoroughly psychologically and musically worked out cadenza Tetzlaff accomplished. In firmly maintaining classical profile to characterizing this music, Tetzlaff made implacable motion forward as tempo picks up toward electrically charged anticipation of the finale.

Winds, not mal-propos opened the finale somewhat joyless, even matter-of-fact, but gained stronger character with ringing carillon motif, buttressing and driving Tetzlaff harder forward, though elsewhere feeling evident of Tetzlaff driving things ahead slightly high and dry over mere accompaniment beneath. Interlude to follow from Nott was musically astute, as was incisively marking clarinet and horn antiphony of Passcaglia motif over xylophone, abetting Tetzlaff winding tight the explosive vitality of what he had in front of him, toward dry, determined pacing of the coda. The quality of leaving something in reserve during closing page of Shostakovich First may indeed have something to say for it. Shostakovich did not intend indication of any triumph – definitely nothing easy or headily achieved – to resound forth. Thorough prudence on part of both Tetzlaff and Nott, though such one might have found slightly cerebral, was perhaps more adept than what is the norm. Tetzlaff, to affirmative response from Philharmonie audience, provided nobly profiled Bach D Minor Sarabande – supple, deeply introspective his limning of straight line in sixteenths to help close this.

William Walton’s First Symphony, in B-Flat Minor, written in the early 1930’s, with perhaps storm clouds about foreboding great conflict ahead, made for an ideally defining second half for this concert. Nott specifically made encompassing profile of this elaborately scored forthright composition – leaving nothing at its surface, as jerky motion from Simon Rattle (EMI) can occasionally leave impression of all substance here being just as it appears right there, in even an insipidly or quasi-academically Hindemithian manner. Nott, without cheating the simplicity of either the shape or melodic content of this music, clearly avoided this problem by being keenly attentive to, underneath the lines so to speak, impetus through making subtle overtones heard, that drives much of this music forward. Such indicates even Hindemith often being given short shrift. From Nott, malcontent to stick to shallower waters in engaging the Walton – one got here intimation of Walton’s roots in having studied with Ferruccio Busoni –what implications might linger with Walton in picking up, making a few his own the last century’s innovations in extending, developing complex harmonic practices.

On the surface, Walton’s First Symphony is perhaps as reactionary as the British late-Romantic or Edwardian symphonic tradition comes. Even Sir Edward Elgar in works such as the Violin Concerto and Second Symphony deserves more probing scrutiny than common - for his certainly not being completely disengaged from the overt early century’s radicalism pervading the continent just a thirty kilometer swim away. There is more here than sometimes most immediately reaches the ear. Nott has found it the best I have yet heard from anybody – potentially challenging the supremacy of the composer’s EMI recording with Philharmonia.

Generation of vitality on steady ostinato to course through first movement got naturally achieved - without need for overt projection to prod it along. All remained equally varyingly tensile, supple in essaying long allargando line in unison strings, leaning into series of diminished dominant chords, establishing starkly realized minor dominant (F Minor) – accompanied by agitating repeat note tremoli in the lower strings.., Such eventually hammering tremolo, organically achieved here, becomes oppressive, leading into climax of suspended long held B (C-Flat) – half-step above B-Flat, tritone above F.

Sense apparent of reaching point harmonically beyond which this music can not endure further strain without disintegrating – or turning into a different type of composition altogether, Nott’s way of seeing well ahead of particulars facing him made abundantly clear. Transition into subtly colored, shaped duo between solo bassoon and viola was supple, while not garnishing or making anything unduly bland of anything yet. Surge through the first movement resumed, with equally sense of struggle firmly far beneath, confidently similarly as before into fully achieved long-breathed under quasi-vocalise descant based on long breathed oboe descant consequent very near this piece’s opening. Antiphony between differing lower brass into trilled cadences, forming briefly repetitive canon got firmly, definitively shaped. Healthy swagger into final cadence followed there being some sense of thinness, strain to upper reaches above great weight of sonority underneath from DSO violins.

Nott provided scherzo (Presto con malizia), in its light, often even jaunty essaying of in retrospect what anxiety, tensions dominating the first movement, good flowing electrical current through it, all as nature driven, with rattling repeat note figuration answered by firmly robust interjections in strong octaves – some of this as though man-made driven as well Jaunty recurrent closing idea, followed midway through by detached quasi-pointillistic episode did not overdo what conviviality, resiliency of spirit arises in fleetingly achieving B-Flat Major – letting with naturally boosted lift it just speak for itself. Rapidly ascending brief runs off repeat-note rattling about freely led into acrid dissonances cresting sequencing lines. Interval contrasts fully spelled out, all went sailing forth into jaunty conclusion off incendiary spinning forth orchestra wide trill into the fray.

Nortt avoided oppressive cliché of lengthy suspensions by guiding all to have preceded melancholy, more anxiety infused Andante with precisely guided understatement - and controlled balances also earlier toward avoiding excessive detachment.. Supple profile was made here of frequently descending febrile toned winds. Nott clearly pointed accompaniment to clarinet on first fluttering bassoon, then gentle undulation on other clarinet(s) to alternating solo oboe and clarinet – all prudent means of avoiding overall line sagging or becoming heavy laden. Strings passionately limned their descant – to throbbing chords underneath - to earlier phase of the above. Sonorities, increasingly bolstered by firm brass developed power with mostly unforced ease. All sonorities, dissonances within were handled fastidiously without undercutting their warmth and luminosity. Strong appoggiatura above throb on single pitch in the strings buttressed passionate outcry above, all towards making way to a distraught close

Bright flush fully informed Maestoso start to the finale – logically welcome relief to heavier air inhaled most of the way up to this point. New vitality brightly thrust itself toward framing facile, incisively playful fugato - welcome in place of urbane propelled variety – the enlightened classicism of Nott’s approach always strong on this music’s behalf. Double reeds warmly limned retreating lines off fugato - allowing fanfare pointed reprise thereof swaggering new lease on life. Playful jagged inversion of the counterpoint led into rolling forth straight sixteenths variation of same fugato toward making reminder of similar pattern to Scherzo earlier – all struggle encountered thus far now almost overcome.

Nott might have been less specific at fully characterizing grandiose coda than does the composer – or perhaps less specifically (Rule) Britannia at it. Even here a palpable sense of excitement, also psychologically in being prudently matter-of-fact was something to build towards thrust forth chords framing eventual conclusion - moreover sense of conflict having ensued likely not yet having been all put out to sea for good. Between Ashkenazy (mildly perfunctory on the finale), the composer, very wisely Haitink, even almost two-dimensional interpretatively Rattle, I have yet to come across a misrepresentative account of Walton’s First Symphony. Even perhaps from Haitink (Philharmonia – EMI again), there is achieved full assessment intellectually, aesthetically (even of arguably progressive element therein) of what this music indeed has to say. This Jonathan Nott accomplished in full.

DR Kultur - DSO Berlin. Christoph Eschenbach returns for generous, but heavy, effete Tchaikovsky fare. 12.12.10. Philharmonie, Berlin.

Christoph Eschenbach his one occasion to conduct DSO Berlin this season accumulated luxurious amount of Tchaikovsky – 105 minutes worth comprising two most celebrated among handful of fantasy-overtures, plus two of three more famous from among six concerto works. Those familiar with Eschenbach’s Tchaikovsky can find it an interesting hybrid of conflicting tendencies.

There is striving for the big arch to the line along lines of Furtwaengler. This often gets mixed with control of sonority - zeroed in on to extent of turning rigid. Mixed in can be numerous finicky touches, underlining – such he might have learned from watching Leonard Bernstein. John Ardoin of the Dallas Morning News close to time Eschenbach accepted the Houston job described his approach to Romantic Slavic program with the Dallas SO that also included Francesca as calcifying.

Romeo and Juliet Overture opened – to altogether indeed best represent Eschenbach still being able to understate some of the above. Much of the playing here maintained a natural expressivity and flow that if not stirring was pleasant. Friar Laurence music opened with stately solemnity – with distension of reaching harp gilded cadences a little more than usual. Measured but throbbing phrasing in the cellos provoked extended pause before fight episode got underway - slightly too careful by half Fight here was tame., with brass dry, strings hardly more flaccid than usual. Much ado resumed over transition through bassoon, other obbligato into the balcony music.

Violins emerged sweetly luminous; winds sang main romantic theme with ease – all only encumbered by percussive touch mediocre harp playing – whoever insisted such accompanying communicate this way. Impressive for Eschenbach was starting reprise of fight music without enveloping it, but much rhetoric was made in making transition in and out of the love music for further skirmish. Only the coda then deflated matters, with excessive extension made out of so much, placement of chords right before its outset indecisive and winds’ refulgent chorale heaved over, massaged – just again a little more so than usual. Much got reached from behind for closing phrases – tone, expression of regret to it all garden variety expressing wish to last forever, but through following deflated chords of course could not.

The model for conductor’s interpretation here of Tchaikovsky’s First Piano Concerto - less that of soloist - is undoubtedly the Karajan legacy of conducting this piece. Karajan might not have anticipated lily gilded arpeggios accompanying the first theme (that really is not but what only survives introduction to first movement intact) consistent oddly with how the passage first got first written. What came across from Karajan individual continues to from Eschenbach willful, eccentric. Karajan was likely most smoothly effective with this on disc when Lazar Berman recorded it for DGG in Berlin circa 1975.

Karajan most likely had most distinctive on disc as soloist Sviatoslav Richter with the Vienna Symphony Orchestra fifteen years earlier. Richter accomplishes as much his own interpretation best heard with Czech Philharmonic conducted by Karel Ancerl (Supraphon). What sank this endeavor here was - brutally evident starting scherzo-like opening of the Exposition - the very brittle touch of Tzimon Barto – dotted rhythms awkwardly clipped in context of much slow pacing here. Restatement in rapidly alternating octaves was messy – to resume similarly much later.

DSO Berlin strings phrased ardent second theme naturally, but Barto by back-phrasing made it sound suitable to hear in a comfy smoking lounge. More editorializing to point of being silly recapitulated it later. Normal tempo then resumed for cellos on the simple flute theme expected. Barto pointed developing arpeggios through resumption of main second theme with considerable ping – with loud crunching thud on lowest chord while playing development thereof. Coming off athletically prefigured chains of descending octaves, answering willful detached speed-up to highlight the display, massage treatment got predictably underway to continue the Development. Barto’s final extensions out of second theme almost grounded it to a standstill – followed soon thereafter by heavily regrouped cadenza – with flute trios, Barto accompanying strings on ‘flute theme’ regrouped and messy, followed by Barto making heavily phlegmatic reach, picked up too this way by DSO brass - for final tutti.

Prinicpal flute Thomas Hecker put forth valiant effort to avoid line sagging – following one of the (erratically) slowest first movements on record – over string pizzicato (helping prepare Barto) lacking pulsation to extent of registering aleatoric. Ah, deconstructionism. Barto and Eschenbach half deceptively made interpretation of the first movement seem more soloist’s than maestro’s, but Barto achieved his first musical phrasing of the evening, starting the second movement – still all moving slowly. Andreas Grunkorn (cello) sustained eloquently singing the main theme – within such obtrusive environment. Scherzo episode, taken moderately instead of fast got heavily fussed over to full extent– brittleness from Barto again paramount – until freely descending arpeggi back into oboe resuming main theme more fussed over than as previously heard.

Barto perceptively caught the peasant character to dance opening the finale – Eschenbach scrupulizing right beneath. Barto emerged more naturally engaged for music to speak for itself than earlier - than having to endure continual fussiness from the podium – mediocre tentative ensemble through winds accompanying his runs. Barto, intermittently also getting waylaid into fussy playing - clipping main theme to breathe new urgency into proceedings at one point – later shed all reserve for show of naked athleticism with ugly tone over stream of octaves - into final full-throated reprise of romantic second theme.

Thirty year old cellist Dmitri Maslennikov, who Eschenbach has clearly enjoyed promoting for some time now, appeared next. Among three thus far playing Tchaikovsky’s Rococo Variations reviewed on these pages, Maslennikov elicited the most fully rounded tone– especially as compared with Steven Isserlis. He made noble profile of the theme, then light, sprightly his bounce of bow over triplets for first variation. Eschenbach, self-consciously hesitant for segue in(to) the rhapsodic third variation and abetting Maslennikov to make gratuitous spotlighting of rapid spiccato scales up and down the fingerboard in variation right after, maintained decent poise and support for his soloist through most of the remainder of this piece. Maslennikov, unencumbered, provided flowing line, near ideal simplicity through the slower third variation, but got abetted into excessively arching ascending trills into flute led theme reprise making up the fifth variation. A valiantly engaged unusually extended cadenza followed - entirely new or slightly more likely one just seldom these days taken on by anybody else.

Opportunities to arpeggio in half-harmonics, other device enticed Maslennikov again into becoming while freely capable, gratuitous with such. He then settled into making noble shape, restrained pathos of the slower D Minor variation – with much lingering over the accompaniment at a few spots from Eschenbach. Once into finale to the variations, Maslennikov then efficiently but also expressively coasted, played through it, hardly missing anything. Most memorable here was the well rounded tone and profile Maslennikov provided this piece, especially when no artifice in the way to distract him.

Francesca da Rimini succumbed to sounding careful – often compartmentalized in ways one might not have suspected before, except to have listened to either one of Eschenbach’s two recordings – actually on first disc he ever recorded in Houston (paired with Dvorak Ninth). DSO Berlin became most prudent to avoid covering up too much the strings on main agitated theme (hopefully) driving this music forward for its outer sections. Trumpets especially applied good separations to repeated notes – of which John DeWitt & Co in Houston were not fluent at doing when they recorded this. Eschenbach was found - tendency one wishes he could have abandoned long by now.- conducting DSO’s fine principal clarinet introducing romantic middle section theme

Opening Andante lugubre to this came across dry, mildly clipped, antiseptic. Things were slow, became deliberate at gathering steam, with odd siphoning off different sections of DSO Berlin from each other playing and attempting to reply to one another. First Piu mosso during the Introduction – put there to abet hellish winds accumulating amongst the strings – became barely noticeable. Eschenbach put his own subito piu mosso during sighing dyads making way into flute trios during the middle section – making such transition come across silly, mildly petulant this way. Fussiness over light gusts of wind between strings and woodwinds during first buildup to main theme turned the figuration into practically aural equivalent to watching protozoa swim about on slides under microscope – with DSO Berlin strings sounding nearly as thin as Houston’s, … i.e. how about Hans Neuenfels choreography for Tchaikovsky’s Francesca da Rimini?

Eschenbach again vehemently confused loudness for passion – hard at any rate to work up at his tempos. It is as though we might gain insight by having most of this piece taken apart to expose all its inner layers – except for their becoming often so muddied - so much found dying underneath in the mean time. The band-y cheap approximation of operatic overture accelerando at the very end, also ending this concert, did not convince. Vehemently loud slash of wind introducing restart of violent main section of this – unmistakable what it is on the live LSO/Markevitch disc from BBC – is such for which Eschenbach made such luftpausen’d reach - it resembled letting off … instead - quiet brief mourning then from good lower DSO brass.

Eschenbach had just convincingly worked up some heat, then overdoing it for final entrance of middle section theme in the violins only to sink everything by docking single pitches on DSO brass loudly as idea broadly siphons itself off - dead. Long delay had been made earlier through regretful sounding English horn commenting on pleasurable guilt of the two lovers, answered by well played harp arpeggios – but with both unsure of where to make cut-offs on back and forth exchange. Descending sunlight from flute trios playing repeat-chord (C Major) tremolo seemed to take very long to arrive.

Should your idea of Francesca da Rimini be one entirely physically disengaged from action Tchaikovsky graphically describes, Christoph Eschenbach is your man, forever likely shall be. I suppose one could get all absorbed too by standing all day in a Cy Twombly gallery to attempt engaging with the forces of nature, how they intermix with human passion. You just have to ask yourself – how much would you talk yourself into it?

DR Kultur: DSO Berlin - Tame Sacre du printemps blots Tugan Sokhiev MD designate debut. Piotr Anderszewski, soloist. 26.11.10. Philharmonie, Berlin.

This marked Tugan Sokhiev’s debut as music director designate of DSO Berlin. Most prominent here wasa work Ingo Metzmacher also did his first season – out of his three with DSO – Le Sacre du printemps by Igor Stravinsky. Sokhiev, originally from Ossetia, just like his mentor Valery Gergiev, and continuing a little while longer as Orchestre Capitole de Toulouse’s conductor, is said to have close to decade long relationship with DSO Berlin as guest conductor. He also replaced Zubin Mehta on short notice during the Vienna Philharmonic’s fall 2009 Asia tour. More than I could have known, he has been serious contender to take Metzmacher’s place for months now – since Metzmacher suddenly announced resigning from DSO Berlin in March of 2009.

Musical qualities to Sokhiev’s work have surfaced – most notably on a Dvorak and Tchaikovsky program he conducted with the orchestra last season – and also for some of this program as well. He has an ear for the lyricism of the music he conducts, a decent ear for balances, yet there are other elements that perhaps are still lacking for position carrying the prestige of having been founded by Ferenc Fricsay.

This program opened with the Roman Carnival Overture of Berlioz. Benevenuto Cellini’s romance to Therese – here sung by English horn – received lovely warmth, ardor, and shape. Once bacchanale – choral during the opera (conducted by Gergiev at Salzburg recently) – began, spiritedly here, some flaccidity however in getting the shape of its tune and rhythms began to creep into the strings of DSO Berlin. In order to compensate for the lapse, urgent push forward gradually then surfaced. Such eventually left woodwinds slightly off ensemble wise, and then violins sounding strained, forced. Risk also began to emerge of conducting slightly ahead of the beat. Even with all carping above, all still ventured forth in a spirited manner and on reasonably secure footing.

Piotr Andrszewski proved consistently fine soloist for the Bartok Third Piano Concerto. The folk-like simplicity, earthy accents, engaged rumination over mystery infusing this music all got matched with limpid Mozartean line, plus secure engagement of quasi-Lisztian virtuosity some of the way therein. He was also very keen on listening to all going on about him as keen to accurately interact with such toward achieving optimum results for all. Sokhiev proved supportive, but one has to reckon tentatively so. The hushed mystery opening Adagio religioso from strings of DSO Berlin he assisted in making rapt and middle section of antiphonal bird call between soloist and solo winds in DSO Berlin had all color, piquancy, echo to resonate very effectively.

DSO Berlin strings sounded slightly thin, tentative at outset of the first movement – but with good sense of pulsation underneath evident – Andreszewski playing his opening bird-song lines with singing tone and deftly applied color – consistent from him with much to follow here. Making glib Bartok’s excellent rhythmic shape to opening lines, DSO Berlin strings made something curiously flat-line of their opening tutti – DSO winds then soggy toward sufficiently being able to color their lines. Andrswzewski continued unencumbered – then with good attempt to assist him from woodwinds – into shaping sprightly second theme with excellent brightness and lift.

Winds then dragged unison allargando line into the Development – canon between Anderszewski and them to follow belabored by tentative beat from Sokhiev. – but with all finally coming together well for quietly haunting segue into the Recapitulation. Qualities that dragged down earlier passages resurfaced again, but concertato winds with Anderszewski on the second theme lightly fed off the nuance he provided them and all eventually came to a light, heady close with Anderszweski deferentially accompanying solo flute. The rarefied, transfigured quality of how the ‘leave-taking’ Adagio religioso opened was again special here. Anderswzweski settled for playing forte as marked anguished chord progressions in the first A section of this, but strings as leaning on similar during return thereof lacked such perfect subtlety., followed by good despondency in making forceful response from Anderszweski, then to help bring all to, very rapt, a peaceful close.

PIotr Anderszewski proved most useful, in marking accents right to keep motion, pulsation flowing right, all calibrated as well as possible through the vigorous finale, different episodes thereof – albeit with first A section fugato more in Sokheiv’s hands than that of the soloist for most of it. Prredictably results were approximate, followed by clotting of matters toward its conclusion. After further muddying of several passages, awkward accenting of the last page of this, tricky in its own right, almost threw Anderszewski off, but all held on sufficiently to a completely vigorous send-off of the end of the concerto. Anderszweski always remained confidently engaged with in both the vigor and often also playful wit of this music.

Memories float back of hearing Helene Grimaud play Bartok Third with Metzmacher and the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra – Grimaud who can be colloquial bull in the china shop on Schumann, Chopin, Ravel, even Rachmaninoff, but with the SFSO playing at previous DSO Berlin levels, all crisp, rapt, lightly intense through entire duration of this fine performance – Bartok Third that Grimaud had recorded already with Pierre Boulez.

If one accepts Rite of Spring as concert tone poem, nothing to offend then about how Tugan Sokhiev approached it. However, some listeners still reckon it deserves better. Consistent with making it mere showpiece, this was equally as tame as many performances of Rite arrive these days. Simplicity here felt put aside right away with a heavily nuanced opening principal bassoon solo. With careful anticipation of bar lines and getting mildly stuck on brief concertato of flues and English horn - things waited until right before ‘Augures de printemps’ to sufficiently gather steam. Adequately pulsated streamlined grip on proceedings took over from there. Excess legato from brass and several faulty entrances from winds apart, a secure grip on matters at last manifested itself. “Jeu de rapt’, featuring excellent rapid tonguing from flutes, gradually got weighed down by soggy accents.

Introduction and then climax and brass interjections to ‘Spring Rounds’ got underlined, smoothed out – remindful of a young Semyon Bychkov Woodwind descant first well limned fine steady pulsation underneath to get the main section underway. Reprise of intro was better - following odd pause inserted before rapid stretto coda to ‘Rondes’. Similarly gilded allargando defanged the opening to ‘Jeux des cites rivales.’ Marked grace note upbeats on woodwind got clipped and a few thereof misplaced; streamlined was the rest with which for Sage to make grand entrance. It took a good ten seconds for Danse de la terre - eventually tamed by numerous carefully anticipated downbeats and flat landing, rhythmically - to help weakly conclude Part One.

Shape altogether got abandoned for much savoring of texture, sonority for just about entire Introduction to Part Two – garden variety gilding of strings and horns amidst muted trumpet duo episode sup-par as usual here. Jansons on Concertgebouw live disc proved slightly more competent surface wise, but similarly insipid here. When will such Karajan-esque flaccidity – upon which Bychkov predictably picked up so well early on – be abandoned on this music for good? Perhaps good for it to remain around for shock occasional good performance of Rite will still provide. After DSO strings playing flat and dull entry to ‘Cercles mysterieux’, principal flute and clarinet led the ‘piu mosso’ therein well – compromise then to resurface for how all the first half to Part Two ended.

The great practically Tennessee Ernie Ford (I almost typed ‘Tennessee Williams’) style hitch to the git-along – as I put it - that a dismayed Stravinsky discovered from Karajan took over for Glorification de l’elue ‘, Sokhiev letting all go for it to risibly take on a life of its own for return of main section thereof. Semaphoring between brass and strings for ‘Evocation’ also sounded eccentric. ‘Action rituelle’ emerged fussy, indecisive, with silly curlicue to woodwind cut-offs, funny streamlined clipping of upper violin ostinati and then of brief episode of antiphonal gesture between winds/brass and strings. Only the climax to this truly significant portion evinced some genuine savagery – or real mystery.

“Danse sacrale’ started off promisingly, then for cross-accents between especially strings and timpani to start throwing Sokhiev off. Strings became phlegmatic, starting its main section. Sokhiev avoided overdoing slurring on slow stretto concluding first repeat of how main section opens – partly to compensate for damp accenting of strings attempting to forcefully begin the written out first repeat. Gilding of violins and flutes helped Sokhiev prepare carefully negotiating cross-rhythms opening extended coda. Underlined, gilded (!) rip up solo trombone very risibly ushered in final twenty-two measure loud sustained ritornello for the entire ballet. Sokhiev, trying to recover being incisive, scrupulized the codetta to ‘Danse sacrale’ - bass drum imitating timpani getting lost - all toward making a whimper of concluding Rite. Sokhiev has some invested spirit, musicality for this, intermittent bad use of judgment aside; like numerous others, some just only complacent, he lacks the sufficient technique - that is, on any major podium.

Metzmacher is still clearly the aesthetician with Rite, similar to Fricsay – very similarly with the London Symphony on this piece eight years ago. By his first season with DSO Berlin, he had developed a more individual voice for “Le Sacre’ and thus on his precise terms, the simplicity and pervasive primitivism of this score came across very alive and fresh – even leaving Fricsay slightly behind in several episodes. The new lift – while feeling slightly stifled for air – to reprise of main section to ‘Glorification de l’elue; was most arresting to the ear; equally heart-stopping was the quiet, very precisely pulsated ‘Action rituelle’, followed by a fraught ‘Danse sacrale’ – equally so to how ‘Glorification’, its main section had resumed earlier.

Piotr Anderszewski followed the Bartok Third Concerto out of which he had very confidently made chamber music with - as encore - Three Hungarian Folksongs from Csik (Sz 35). Slightly different from softer touch, rhythmically more delicate turns of phrase expected from a Hungarian pianist quickly became evident. Andeszewski slightly off-center interpretatively, drew out of the first two, slower portions of this a richly colored texture, illuminating the filigree written therein with rich overtones. Dynamics for such intensely lyrical playing may have gotten raised a notch. Gain in perspective was still had from everything through carillon style ringing tone on arpeggio chords for brief jubilation rounding out a most distinctive showing here.

DR Kultur: Brandenburg Konzert - DSO Berlin. Ingo Metzmacher, Alban Gerhardt. Inspiring nature evocative program. Erloeserkirche, Potsdam. 13.06.10

Ingo Metzmacher confidently and deliberately set the tone for all to follow with indeed a very special take on Debussy’s Prelude a l’apres-midi d’un faune. Thomas Hecker’s opening solo on flute was especially dark in color, heavily lingering in making the highly erotic ardor of his sinuous lines speak to open out very realistic profile ahead. While a slightly heavier touch with this then some, what Teutonic feel or accenting, overtly Romantic eloquence got set aside, through very precise placement of all sonorities and emphasis on how such handling of them opened the floodgates for new century ahead. This was no Afternoon of a Faun as passing phase, but instead the gateway as it was when first played and in all truth still for which is milestone. Should one have sought an Impressionistic picture of Afternoon of a Faun, something along lines of musical equivalent to Monet, for instance, one and in an equally Gallic sense for this piece got something with feel of a late Cezanne or approaching Gauguin instead.

Violins taking up slow languorous refrain introduced by woodwinds got placed just a little back to a bit controversially put throbbing two-note ostinato in the winds more forefront than perhaps is expected. Wei Lu’s deftly played solos to follow – to segue in deeper reverie - then made both greater formal and expressive sense than is the norm. Metzmacher was most idiomatic at imparting a very precise internal rhythmic (and formal) sense to all this music. Ever so free was all caprice across sylvan landscape within all coming alive – thanks in part to the excellence of DSO woodwinds. Nothing ever sounded harsh or even especially detached for the progressive character of this music – for time it was written - to simply speak forth. Conclusion to this was ideally pointed, warmly diaphanous (in muted horns), forward looking nearly all at once.

The Debussy, this approach to it, had merely prepared the listener for the Dutilleux to come. Here is music that might have found its Baudelarian text for inspiration after some of it had been written (just as with Debussy's piano preludes, many of them named after being composed as well) but that enfolds it through a variety of layers, from which it extends into being inspiration of a purely musical, equally allusive sense. What then can be pictorially suggested through the Baudelaire by Tout un Monde Lointain, Dutilleux's sole cello concerto (commissioned by Rostropovich) can then become free to suggest any particular imagery or dream landscape of the listener's choosing. Basis for much of the writing is dodecacophonic writing - writing to draw upon what distinctive intervals from the row are present for sake of what sonorities, coloristic possibilities Dutilleux can freely draw from them. As all precisely resonated, measured out (as one might find for instance in etudes of Messiaen) there is all this, plus hint of neo-primitivism we associate with pre-1920’s Stravinsky, with irregularly paced chant or cry from high winds of exotic intervals in Houles (third movement), offset by hammering ostinati from percussion and other instruments as such. Including hint of jazz riff or two, all is enclosed within solid classical frame, toward bringing this music within reach of mid-cult listening accessibility.

The flaw of many performances of this piece is that can so easily relegate Dutilleux to second-tier, which ever so incidentally in this concerto he still is. The worst approach is to treat this concerto as merely a solo vehicle. With its casual approach to rhythm, intonation, and calibration of other elements, the Rostrpovich/Baudo (EMI) falls short, even while carrying what imprimatur it may. From Ingo Metzmacher and Alban Gerhardt, we had here a veritable concerto for orchestra with very brilliant and highly insinuating cello obbligato - orchestral forces, soloists within DSO Berlin and soloist all spinning, sparring, feeding off each other at just about every turn. Alban Gerhardt's ballade shaping of numerous longer arched lines ensured this music a still very human dimension and individually noble profile - no less his sinuous descending lines in Regard (second movement). Metzmacher made often incisive sonorities in highly varied underpinning device very supportive and precise at once – in absolutely no self-regarding way whatsoever. One still could only be amazed.

Gerhardt found some earthiness to much of this piece, with for instance his playing very close to the frog toward the end of Houles (third movement) and the hard but solid tone for strummed pizzicati cutting through often thin laced textures of so much else about in the first. There was always foremost the view of the musical, even dramatic argument therein – of where all must go. All the often Bartokian shimmer of trills, termoli, repeat chord tremoli, for instance through Miroirs (fourth movement) was both overt and given precise placement within the music’s overall design – inculcating very precise hearing, engagement of the dynamics marked in the score. Precise back placement of bongo drums on their simply elaborate upbeats was acute, enhancing a ritualistic feel deep beneath atmosphere built upon much mystery and illusion.

There was even a considerable spirit of agon to playing this, seldom so well encountered elsewhere. Prime example was the double-stop stretto (as if to start a French overture) to open ‘Houles’ as almost retaliatory to the very arched and slightly overwritten climax to close ‘Regard’ - whereas Truls Mork and Myung-Whun Chung make the opening statement of Houles sound effectively as though to have organically emerged from what has just transpired. The seemingly mad gigue ensuing halfway through Houles, with its interlacing of rapid sextuplet arabesque between winds and soloist was as lightly fierce here as to have in mind just the most vivid musical imagery to derive out of it - all as offset by much engaged antiphony between syncopated clatter from light percussion and irregular repeat chord pizzicato stretto in the violins. It all moved inexorably forward with playful ease, as had just similar enough arabesque variation in the first movement. All that got missed here was anything redolent of tired cliche, just as had been the case with the Debussy – for instance of hazy, gauzy all wafting, dovetailed sonorities to all vaguely blend into one another. The tone adopted here instead was realistic – anything specific to be depicted here left allusive, even illusory - as to turn archaic any effort to make this music stuffy or sublime. Plaintive cries from high register flute plus exposed lines in the high violins in' 'Miroirs' openly bespoke something of the primitive to be engaged – offset by irregularly paced unison chorale in the winds.

The matching, interplay of much rapid fire flautando, half harmonics between Gerhardt and the strings sounded purely spectral. Single note spiccato tremoli from Gerhardt in the first movement carried such impact. The broad glissandi one also hears in the first movement emerged as a force of nature more than as anything being played. Much very subtle terracing infused the inner workings of the framing, quasi-French overture finale to the concerto, with even within the rapid-fire confrontation that occurs within, a very precise assessment of its sonorities in balance with very forthright rhythmic activity throughout. One possible litmus test of how effective a performance of Tout un monde lointain one has encountered is to what extent does the trill-tremolo from the soloist at its very end resemble a last dollop of virtuosic display, or as happened here, electrical current sizzling forth – as to freely aspire for reach beyond a truly limitless horizon.

Equal to the Debussy above in being an ideal in orchestral chamber music, of at once fecund warmth, sylvan caprice, and realistic clarity was the Beethoven ‘Pastorale.’ This was a ‘Pastorale’, the Beethoven Sixth Symphony, property neither of the aesthete nor the post-modern higher critic, with all irony, higher text criticism, condescending parody we freely associate with the latter, but instead, of the peasant, farmer, forester, shepherd, huntsman, whose voices with which this music simply, mirthfully, joyously speaks. It is hard to imagine anybody to improve upon taking it this way, outside Erich Kleiber on his classic 1950’s Decca recording with Concertgebouw, many virtues of which this Pastorale partook. Remembered most of all thereby are the roots of Beethoven’s inspiration being the two oratorios of Haydn to have not preceded this music by far. Backing off from enveloping sonorities here was not so self-conscious to have to crudely shave such off. Opportunity to envelope them just got allowed in so far, not to return this ‘Pastorale’ to other extreme of sitting urbane or at safe distance. There was nothing to prove here, other than great joy of making music together – in making the utter simplicity of Beethoven’s inspiration speak. – inspiration as learned from rural folk – of generally lower class than to whom Beethoven had to frequently defer.

A pervasive sense of narrative informed even the slow movement, at a convincing walking gait, with gentle rustle of cellos and violas with their leaning into it - giving treble voices and also high trills in violins from behind a very pleasant, relaxed lift toward all moving forward. Individual character of these voices, many of them among woodwinds emerged in very fine relief; the bird calls very close to the end of the second movement really did sound like birds – Metzmacher with all his experience in Messiaen just encouraging them to very openly call out precisely as such.

A fully open-air feel pervaded also the very opening of the symphony, at a moderately breezy pace. Violins played with limited vibrato; shimmer to fill in textures surrounding their lines and those of woodwinds Metzmacher limned only so far to animate his very supple handling of rhythm and make specific his characterization of melodic shape, and variety of harmonic color. Much repeat figuration in the Development section, given in Romantic sense for further sense of relaxation - ease with being outdoors - went far better here than expectation of simply streamlining it all. A bucolic and varied slight roughness with accenting it, through numerous modulations, made it all spring to life here. By then, very fine reminder of the classic Erich Kleiber recording became obvious, but as something thoroughly worked out, conceived on its own. Even quite incisively bucolic were the cellos in their leaning phrase under good spiccato in the violins to make retransition. The violins of DSO then soon thereafter reveled in reprise of the second theme with a most openly singing legato. Even slightly rough quality to opening the coda contributed too to so highly mirt imaginative an interpretation of the first movement.

Moderately rough, incisive vigor was made of strong dance that is the third movement, without having to stop to frame or envelope any of it. The Storm got played very incisively, with room made to imagine terrified reaction from peasants on ground below. A febrile sense of panic and dismay replaced this sounding as oppressively loud as possible, as though to depict metaphysical conflagration of sorts instead. Receding motion of the storm, with rumble of thunder underneath then was highly visceral, to prepare such evocative opening of thanksgiving song serving as finale to the ‘Pastorale.’

It was with much singing quality at literally all times that Metzmacher phrased the finale. It was so much so, that vigorous alternation between variety of bow stroke in violins making way into the recapitulation and then their even lighter pizzicato to accompany reprise of its opening theme, at slightly broad pace, always sounded full of life, never phlegmatic. Voicing of woodwinds on reprise of shepherds’ call emerged in full relief. Full tutti statements of opening theme and broad span through expansive lines to emanate thereof all emerged with plentiful light, shimmer through them all across full range of sonorities. With no hint of editorializing anything, last slower reprise of opening statement in the violins gently extended with great calm pause for benediction over the entire rest of what had transpired, with singing line maintained through brief reach through a refulgent, full final cadence.

The orchestra may not quite have been 1950’s Concertgebouw, but this performance alone, everything on this program actually made ringing endorsement for how next opening at the Concertgebouw for new man on podium there should be filled - for how Messiaen would then sound from there as well. Of course, it is unfortunate what turn of events in Berlin - from bad decision making from upon high there making this turn out to have been Metzmacher’s final subscription concert with DSO Berlin; there should not have been any provocation toward severing this invaluable relationship at all. Let us hope that - not in Berlin alone - the right people responsible for this to have happened will get held accountable. Alone on the minds of orchestra, soloist and Metzmacher on this occasion was just this one further opportunity to make great music – as though thoroughly untroubled by how recent chips have fallen.