Schubert, Schostakowitsch, Beethoven, Johann Strauß II
He opened the concert with Schubert’s Second Symphony, an early work which, though not yet mature and therefore not frequently performed, nevertheless exhibits Schubertian characteristics. Jordan’s reading drew out the joyful spirit of the work, using a good control of dynamics to increase the drama. The first movement, which opens slowly before jumping in head-first at breakneck speed, proved especially successful (Schubert developed this technique as he matured, and it influenced Bruckner who also deeply appreciated Schubert’s talent and originality).
Schostakowitsch’s Concerto for Piano, Trumpet, and String Orchestra followed. The composer wrote this sarcastic piece in 1933 to cheer himself up during one of the darkest periods in Russian history (which, sadly, has no lack of dark periods – indeed, it’s mostly dark, but the 1930s were especially dark). Khatia Buniatishvili, the young Georgian star, took on the challenge, and in contrast to the Schostakowitsch piano concerto I heard yesterday in this case she dominated the stage. The Symphoniker’s first trumpet, Rainer Küblböck, performed the trumpet solos, and nimbly switched from the somewhat sad muted lines to the boisterous and bright unmuted sections. At the end, Buniatishvili came back out and gave us two encores (neither identified, and I do not know the repertory well enough to place them). The first (clearly 20th-century, maybe Schostakowitsch?) nearly blew the roof off the hall – I did not believe a piano could produce that much sound, rivaling some orchestras in might. The second (sounded like something one of the Scarlatti family might have written, but could have been a neo-classical throwback) had a wonderful song-like character, and Buniatishvili’s keyboard did everything except produce the words.
After the intermission, the orchestra stormed through Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony. Jordan took this at a faster clip than I normally would prefer (he probably followed Beethoven’s own erroneous metronome markings, which current theories suggest come from a broken metronome which displayed the wrong beat numbers), but got the orchestra to produce all the swinging excitement while gasping for breath. Again, he utilized dynamics to underscore this dramatics of the piece. He performed the first two movements without a break, going right from the initial Vivace into the slow movement, for maximum (and effective) contrast. The final movement especially tied the concert neatly together, as it echoed the first movement of the Schubert symphony in the frenetic strings. Although Schubert’s Second Symphony predated Beethoven’s Seventh by a full year, Beethoven was the older and more mature composer (and it would seem unlikely that Beethoven even knew Schubert’s symphony, as much of Schubert’s work in that period was developmental and not performed publicly or published until many decades after his death).
Jordan gave the enthusiastically-applauding audience another encore: Künstlerleben by Johann Strauß II. The Symphoniker lilted, and the audience danced out of the hall. This orchestra sounds like it will maintain the level of quality it has built over the previous years under Luisi, almost to the point of rivaling its colleague down the street, the world’s best Wiener Philharmoniker (which sounds better when I am not sitting in the middle of its percussion section like yesterday).