Andrés Orozco-Estrada, a Vienna-trained Colombian who has actually been music director of the Tonkünstler Orchestra for the past three years (and in Vienna for several years prior to that) but whom I have somehow missed, tonight took the podium in the Musikverein at the head of his orchestra for a nice pre-Christmas concert. On the program were two works that had nothing to do with Christmas, nor with each other for that matter. But he made the orchestra sound full and in good spirit.
For the first half of the program, the orchestra performed Schubert’s Mass #5. From this performance, it was easy to see how Schubert had inspired Bruckner – a full Catholic mass that retained its mystical spirituality while moving from the church into a concert hall. Of course, it helps that the concert hall in question was the Musikverein, a cathedral of music. The Wiener Singverein filled the space to the rafters with drama, mystery, and passion. Schubert did not write much church music, and in his day it was forbidden to perform church music outside the church, but in this relatively late Schubert piece (written only two years before his death, albeit he died when he was only 31) the composer remained respectful of the religious origins of the mass while still augmenting it as a stand-alone musical piece.
It could serve either as church or concert music. Although I am familiar with Schubert’s final mass, the even larger #6, I had not previously experienced this one, but would gladly do so again, especially with such a compelling performance as this.
The second half of the program featured the Symphony #3, with Organ, by Saint-Saëns. Saint-Saëns lived for 86 years, but never before nor after wrote a piece quite like this. Indeed, this piece is unique in musical literature, and demonstrates originality and talent. One wonders why this composer, whose talents were well known and appreciated in his own lifetime, turned out so little music of lasting impact. For whatever reason, he still managed to produce this symphony on a commission from the Royal Philharmonic in London, inspired by the tone poems of Ferenc Liszt and dedicated to the memory of the recently-deceased Hungarian master, including, at its high point, a thrilling major adaptation of the Dies Irae chant. Once again, the Tonkünstler took up the challenge. Orozco-Estrada kept the music pushing forward to its thrilling climaxes, never rushing but giving just enough drive and momentum to ensure that the piece got an honest and exciting reading.
I did not notice the extraneous high-pitched tone from the organ this time, which I had heard last time when the organist played from the stage-based organ consul instead of directly at the organ. So either they fixed whatever the problem was, or I happened to be sitting in the wrong seat last time where the acoustics brought that extraneous pitch to my ear.
One problem I could not blame on the hall was the Japanese tourist sitting in the row in front of me, who could obviously afford to buy a ticket here from Japan but somehow could not afford a belt or underwear (let alone both). Every time she popped up to take a photo (quite a few times throughout the evening), her pants fell down.