Prokofiev, Scarlatti, Tschaikowsky, Elgar
When one of the world’s top orchestras, on its music director’s 80th birthday tour, appears in the Salzburg Great Festival House, I would normally expect the hall to be more than half full. Obviously I expect wrong. Where was everyone for tonight’s concert of the St. Petersburg Philharmonic under Yuri Temirkanov? Perhaps it was the program – they’ve been in Vienna for several days (but I have not) with excellent programs, yet tonight tried something far less exciting. Perhaps those who could went to hear them in Vienna’s Musikverein – better programs, better hall, and better city.
The main work was Tschaikowsky‘s Sixth Symphony. It’s not that it’s bad, only that it’s over-performed (along with the fourth and fifth). If they must play Tschaikowsky (they must not), couldn’t they please come on tour with one of his first three symphonies?
As one of the top ten or twelve orchestras on the planet, the Petersburgers do have something to say with this symphony, though. Maybe they should play it so lesser orchestras can please stop playing it. Temirkanov has slowed down somewhat at 80 and was not especially demonstrative on the podium, but he has been at the helm of this orchestra for thirty years, and its assistant conductor for twenty-one years before that, so he did not need to make big gestures in order to coax the perfectly contorted sounds and emotions from this group. He featured the winds, who responded expressively. The brass chorales looked over the abyss, in a different style from but surprisingly similar to Bruckner’s ninth – like Tschaikowsky’s sixth, also his last composition before he died, both composed at the same time. Things got a little happier and upbeat by the third movement, but then Tschaikowsky’s depression came fully on show for the final movement, which ended in the menacing deep strings.
To ensure we stayed with cliché, Temirkanov and the orchestra performed “Nimrod” from Elgar‘s Enigma Variations as an encore. They played this as an encore the last time I heard them too. And it’s overplayed as an encore anyway. However, I’m not sure I have ever heard it played this well, full of melancholy left over from the Tschaikowsky.
The first half of the concert was rather more unusual: Prokofiev‘s crazy Second Piano Concerto, with soloist Yefim Bronfman. Except that Bronfman did not make it so crazy – I’d like to say he kept it more restrained, but he still hit all the notes and produced full swells of sound. The orchestra supported this interpretation. Where it needed to come across warped, it did. Where it needed to interject – loudly at times – it did. Yet it never overwhelmed him. I’ve heard this concerto performed in a restrained manner before, but felt that the pianist that time did not really understand the work – tonight Bronfman, with Temirkanov’s and the Petersburgers’ support, came out with a lot more nuance.
Bronfman also gave us an unannounced solo encore – a Domenico Scarlatti sonata. It was easy to forget that Scarlatti would have written the piece before the invention of the piano, as Bronfman made it seem so natural for this instrument (indeed, the piano almost sounded like it wasn’t really a piano after all).