Haydn, Gruber, Mahler, Grieg
This evening’s concert by the Bergen Philharmonic Orchestra and Juanjo Mena in Salzburg’s Haus für Mozart confirmed my impression yesterday, but exceeded the result. First, the musical selection was better tonight. Second, I had a seat with passable acoustics. And third, I finally did not have to stifle a cough, so I was more comfortable (still a little congested, but not much of an issue any more).
Joseph Haydn‘s trumpet concerto opened the concert, again with Håkan Hardenberger as soloist. This was the first modern trumpet concerto – the keyed trumpet had just been invented, allowing a trumpet to have the full range of notes, and Haydn was the first to write for it, combining his usual good humor with a demonstration of the new instrument’s capabilities. Hardenberger plays everything idiomatically, and here was no exception, a warm tone throughout.
We then switched gears entirely for a different type of trumpet concerto: H. K. Gruber‘s Three MOB Pieces, originally for jazz septet here rescored for trumpet and orchestra in a version the composer did for Hardenberger himself several years back. Gruber has never explained what “MOB” stands for (he has implied but not confirmed “mobility”). They are American big-band-inspired works, and in this performing version a nice showpiece for Hardenberger (actually three different showpieces, performed on three different trumpets). Not really my thing, and unclear if this is appropriate music for an orchestral concert, but it allowed a display of virtuosity and was not as pointless as the Wallin concerto last night.
After the break came another first symphony – not Brahms, as we had last night, but Gustav Mahler. Salzburg is the location of the (likely apocryphal) story in which Brahms complained to Mahler while walking along the Salzach River that after Beethoven had said everything there was to be said with music, it was now impossible to write anything new. Mahler pointed out at the river and said: “Look, Maestro! Here comes the last wave!” So Brahms’ first symphony was a mature work which said nothing new (water under the bridge, as it were). Mahler’s was a youthful work which marked the next wave in the flowing river.
With this much to work with, Mena and the Bergen Philharmonic excelled, producing a full, emotional, and ultimately exuberant performance. This orchestra once again demonstrated its complete sound, with strong solo lines magnifying the full impact. Mena again looked like he was molding clay, but this was a much higher-quality clay, and the life he breathed into it showed. The symphony indeed came alive. The audience reception agreed, with a much bigger applause than last night (they earned it last night, but the music was less compelling – tonight just went in total to the next level). Two additional encores from Edvard Grieg‘s incidental music to Peer Gynt rounded off the performance (one was “Morning;” the other I can’t quite remember what the segment is) with more enthusiastic responses and smiles all around.
My seat this evening was up top on the side – I’ve actually sat in almost the equivalent seat on the other side before, and thought it was OK, so now I know where to sit in this hall. Sitting over the orchestra, the sound came straight up to me. I have had other seats up top before too, which were OK. Now I realize where the sound goes in this hall: right to the ceiling – from the other seats I’ve been in lower down, it has sounded like it was trapped in a box. Given that the other two halls in the Festival complex have good acoustics, one wonders how they got this one so wrong. And the name is stupid too, as I’ve remarked before. Why “House for Mozart” (not to be confused with “Mozart’s House” and “Mozart’s Birth House” both open as museums in Salzburg)? Why not “Mozart Hall” – or, given the number of things named for Mozart already in this town, why not name it after someone else? Or since there is a “Great Festival House” next door, even the prosaic “Little Festival House” would even work. At any rate, looking through the windows of the Great Festival House, the renovations are well underway and the sooner we get concerts back there the better. Maybe they can rip this hall out next year (ahead of the Festival’s 100th anniversary) and replace it with a new hall with decent acoustics.