Holzer, Brahms, Strauss, Prokofiev
I was afraid Austria might revoke my citizenship if I did not attend at least one musical event on this brief trip. So off I went to the Musikverein to hear the Vienna Symphony Orchestra under Vasily Petrenko.
Petrenko is a young conductor from St. Petersburg, who trained under Jansons, Temirkanov, and Salonen, and was already chief conductor of St. Petersburg’s second opera house, the Michailovsky, by the time he was 18 years old. Since 2009 he has been based in Liverpool, where is gets great reviews and has become quite popular. I can see why. He has a very clear, precise yet emotional technique, and the orchestra knows what to do next.
No where better did this come out than in the second half of the concert: the Prokofiev Symphony #5, for which the odd harmonies and tempi were actually meant to be there. I have never heard this piece performed the way Petrenko did it tonight. Written during the Second World War, the music contains great tension, drama, and industrial mobilization, all of which Petrenko brought out of the orchestra. Of course, this orchestra happens to specialize in 20th-Century Russian music, thanks to its former music director Vladimir Fedoseyev, and therefore it responded brilliantly to Petrenko’s idiomatic reading. This may be about as definitive a version of this work as it gets – what a shame it was not recorded for posterity.
But before the second half came the first. Tonight’s concert opened with the Austrian National Anthem (tomorrow is the national day), music by Johann Holzer. A nice anthem, to be sure, but I’d still rather claim our old one back from Germany.
Brahms’ Academic Festival Overture followed. Petrenko took it rather more quickly than usual – a raise the house sort of overture rather than a stately dignified one. The orchestra responded well, and I suppose I saw the point, but I would stick with the slower tempo.
Soprano Christiane Oelze then came out to sing seven assorted songs by Richard Strauss. Oelze has a beautiful round voice, projects it well, and can hit all the notes. Unfortunately tonight she did not hit the right ones. She seemed incapable of keeping either on pitch or on tempo. As she got more frustrated she screeched. A disaster of a night for her. The orchestra provided nice background color, if only it had played without soloist.
All of this was worth it, however, for the Prokofiev after the intermission.