Pärt, Prokofiev, Tschaikowsky, Azarashvili
The Monte Carlo Philharmonic Orchestra came to Salzburg Great Festival House this evening with its music director Kazuki Yamada and violin soloist Vadim Repin.
Repin did not get top billing on the posters, but should have, playng two pieces with warmth and charm: Pärt‘s Brothers in an arrangement for violin and orchestra (the original version, for violin and piano, had its premiere at the 1980 Salzburg Festival) and Prokofiev‘s Second Violin Concerto. Both pieces are curiosities, which do not necessarily remain in any one style (or at least the violin parts do not), and Repin made both sound a bit wacky and delightful, both full of humor and nuance. This music was original, and a welcome part of my Wednesday subscription series when I examined the year’s schedule. I of course stayed for the second half of the concert as well, though, which was less of a highlight.
The orchestra was proficient enough, I suppose. It seemed underwhelming when performing alongside Repin, and without him I scratched my chin for a while trying to put my finger on exactly what was missing (besides Repin, that is). Then it hit me: this orchestra sounds nasal – even the strings and percussion somehow sound nasal – with sour overtones and completely missing undertones. The size of the sound was there, but missing was its fullness.
It certainly also did not help that after the intermission the Orchestra chose to feature Tschaikowsky‘s over-performed Fourth Symphony. I feel like I have alluded to this problem so often that I’m now just going to keep writing it openly (as I did last week with the Petersburgers). Unless orchestras have something new to say, there should be a moratorium on performances of Tschaikowsky’s fourth, fifth, and sixth symphonies for the next few years – beautiful music, but they aren’t that deep and there are only so many times people can hear them in less-than-spectacular renditions. Needless to say, the Orchestra tonight had nothing in particular new to say about this symphony – an adequate reading, but just that.
It compounded the issue with a dance from Tschaikowsky’s Nutcracker as a first encore (more Tschaikowsky? Did they really have to?). And then some further encore I could not identify came across as saccharine. (UPDATE: the Kulturvereinigung website has indicated that the final encore was a nocturn by Vaja Azarashvili.)