The lobby of the Mozarteum’s Viennese Hall completely thinned out after the first concert of the evening. I thought maybe people were going for coffee or a quick Würstl, since there were no refreshments on hand in the Mozarteum today. But, much to my surprise, the audience mostly did not come back, and the second concert was sparsely-populated. This was a great shame, because this was definitely the best concert in the entire festival so far (and probably will beat tomorrow’s too).
The Stadler Quartet again did the honors and got top billing, performing two more of Weinberg‘s quartets, #7 at the start of the concert and #3 at the end. I’m still unpacking these two: absolutely gorgeous music, with so much going on. There were only four instruments in the quartet, but it felt like a whole orchestra was on the stage from the complexity and fullness of the sound. Combine the brilliance of Schubert’s quartets with Mahler’s Weltschmerz and Schostakowtisch’s desolation, and then add an extra does of Jewish humor, and maybe that at least hints at the mood here. Quartet #7 opened with what sounded like what would happen if someone started crying uncontrollably while copying out a Schubert quartet, smudging the ink badly, and then someone else tried to perform the result. Schubert had reached the pinnacle of the Fach, and his quartets were brilliant for his day, with so many lines and twists, and in a sense Weinberg carried that tradition forward but in his own style. And if the second movement of the quartet #3 carried all of the tragedy of the end of Mahler’s ninth symphony, Weinberg did not leave it there but instead revved up for a dance in the third and final movement.
To fill out the program (as the odd trio had done last night), placed between these two quartets came Weinberg songs (with the intermission in between the sets). These too had a bit of a Schubertian derivation, at least in the singing line if more complex in the piano accompaniment. Before the break came the a cycle of songs setting to music the poems of Yevgyeny Baratynsky. Afterwards came a setting of an elegy by Friedrich Schiller. Austrian baritone Wolfgang Holzmair had a warm, wonderful, expressive voice – clearly a master of the Lied, supported by Gaiva Bandzinaitė on the piano. Bandzinaitė recited (from memory) the German translation of the Baratynsky poems before the performance, and Holzmair read out the original German of Schiller (Weinberg had set a Russian translation) – better would have been to reproduce those in the program so we could follow along.
The songs made this second concert of the evening more Schubertian. I would have liked to have heard two of the sopranos who sang on Thursday (Lubov Karetnikova and Alina Martemianova – both currently studying with Holzmair) repeat their selections this evening, since the performing conditions in the auditorium on Thursday were so sub-optimal.