Vladimir Jurowski has not only restored the level of the London Philharmonic Orchestra, but he has also given it a reputation as willing to perform rarer works. Tonight, the highly unusual Symphony #3 by George Enescu.
The Romanian prodigy Enescu studied first at the Vienna Conservatory and then at the Paris Conservatory. This may have influenced this symphony, which was Austrian in concept but French in the details. He employed a massive orchestra and chorus (wordless) to paint an enormous canvas, and then stuck to only pastel colors. Jurowksi is clearly enamored of this work, and he made a point of holding the score over his head during the rounds of applause at the end, to have the audience give it special recognition.
I think the orchestra liked the spectacle of it. And it certainly gave most instruments a chance to stand out and add their own colors – I suppose if anyone is to perform this symphony, it might as well be the London Philharmonic under Jurowski. But was it a good work? I’m not sure. Some rarely-performed pieces are secret gems… others are rarely-performed for a reason. It wasn’t bad. I might hear it again sometime to give it another try. But even this excellent performance by sympathetic forces did not make it stand out.
The first half of the concert included Three Russian Songs and the Spring Cantata, all by Rachmaninov (the London Philharmonic is featuring his work this season). These works are performed in Russia, but not so much outside. The London Philharmonic Choir and Ukrainian baritone Andrei Bondarenko built on the moving reading by Jurowski and the orchestra, although the chorus did sound a bit uncomfortable singing Russian.
Rimsky-Korsakov, Prokofiev, Bruckner, Wagner
Next week I will go to London. This week the London Philharmonic came to me. The orchestra, under its cool and talented chief conductor Vladimir Jurowski, performed in the Musikverein.
I have not heard this orchestra in many years, and although its reputation waned for a while, it sounded like the London Philharmonic of old that I remembered from its days under Klaus Tennstedt. The opening showpiece demonstrated why: although Rimsky-Korsakov’s Great Russian Easter Overture sounds different performed by Russians, with their distinctive sound, the lush London Philharmonic playing completed Rimsky’s rich orchestration, and the sonorities filled the hall.
The young violinist Patricia Kopatchinskaja, born in Moldova, educated in Austria and Switzerland, came out for the Prokofiev Second Violin Concerto looking like she had just snuck out of her own wedding – wearing a long fluffy white dress and barefoot (presumably from dancing, since she also danced the whole time she played). She and the orchestra stayed in idiom for Prokofiev’s playful 1930s modernized re-telling of a classical model: quite a fun work, performed with great humor. Her sound, though not large, blended perfectly with the orchestra. As an encore, Kopatchinskaja and the orchestra’s concert master, South African Pieter Schoeman (whose solos in the earlier Rimsky-Korsakov had shone), performed a Prokofiev sonata for two violins with equal banter.
Bruckner’s Symphony #1, performed here in its original Linz version, must have sounded as innovative in the 1860s as Prokofiev’s concerto did in the 1930s, both taking strictly classical forms in new directions. This was young Bruckner (relatively – he wrote the first symphony in his 40s), and showed his lack of experience with orchestral music at that time. But it marks a contrast with the first symphony by Brahms, who also waited into his 40s before writing a symphony. Both Bruckner and Brahms found approaching symphonies hard after Beethoven. But when they were finally ready to do so, Brahms produced the more sophisticated and polished work which said nothing new and simply imitated Beethoven, while Bruckner advanced the art with a rough but new Beethoven-inspired construction. Ultimately, this work paved the way not only for Bruckner’s own future development, but also for great symphonies to come, including those of Mahler, Sibelius, and Schostakowitsch. Setting this classical-derivative work, with its raw dissonances and soaring organ-inspired chorales inexpertly mixed throughout, after Prokofiev’s concerto emphasized just how new and important this symphony could sound. The London Philharmonic and Jurowski put it in context, with resounding orchestral color.
The prelude to the third act of Wagner’s Meistersinger served as a final encore, as the orchestral chorale that Wagner based on the hymn “Wacht Auf” (sung by the chorus later in the opera) by the historic Hans Sachs wafted the audience out of the hall, another for-its-time modernized setting of an older form.
Balakirev, Dvořák, Tschaikowsky
I took in one last concert in Vienna before leaving full-time for Albania. The Tonkünstler took to the Musikverein stage under Mikhail Jurowski. Poor Jurowski looks unwell: he’s gained weight, moves slowly, and walks with a cane – he seems to communicate more with his eyes than with his stick motion (which is now limited).
Of course, he looks better than the Israeli pianist Alexander Markovich. I heard this combination Jurowski-Markovich-Tonkünstler a few years ago, which was so much fun that it got me to go back for more this time. Markovich is still obese, and continues to play sitting far away from the piano with his arms reaching over his more-than-ample stomach. But he keeps a wry smile on his face and a light touch on the keyboard, and the joy he takes from playing is contagious. He and Jurowski communicated well with each other. They performed the Dvořák piano concerto – which is seldom-performed for a reason. the work is not bad, but not great either. Still, I am happy to hear something new, and Dvořák had far more to say than some other people.
The concert had opened with Balakirev’s youthful Overture on Three Russian Themes. This was quite pleasant, and demonstrated the skill Balakirev would later develop, often under-appreciated in the west, of producing quality and authentic Russian music. Two of the three themes were later made more famous from settings by Tschaikowsky (in his Fourth Symphony) and Stravinsky (in his Petrushka), but did not lose anything by comparison in Balakirev’s arrangement.
After the intermission, the concert concluded with Tschaikowsky’s Second Symphony. This has long been my favorite Tschaikowsky symphony, probably because it is the most authentic and least western (western composers did western music better than Tschaikowsky, and some of Tschaikowsky’s best works were the ones in which he did not try to imitate the west). The orchestra sounded a little ragged for this one, but the reads, strings, and piccolo were generally good. A red-haired flautist (in my direct line of view behind Jurowski’s shoulder through my binoculars) looked bored out of her wits the whole evening.
Stravinsky, Chausson, Ravel, Rachmaninov
I attended an unplanned concert at the Moscow Conservatory – the 75th Anniversary Concert of the Russian State Symphony Orchestra. When I was deciding what concerts interested me this month, this concert had a different program and conductor, and so I had marked it off the list. But it seems that all that changed while I was away from Moscow. I swung by the afternoon before the concert to see if any tickets would be available, and there were a few left up in the top level of the second balcony (but the hall has great acoustics, so this only meant it was hard to see the orchestra, but I could hear just fine).
This is the orchestra Yevgeny Svetlanov led for 35 years before he was fired in 2000 (after Putin came in), when the Ministry of Culture suddenly questioned his patriotism. Mark Gorenstein, an impossibly dull Soviet wand-waver, was appointed to replace him. The Orchestra musicians have been miserable ever since (but stay because the orchestra pays relatively very well for Russia). Finally this Summer the musicians got up the courage to demand that Gorenstein be fired. When this did not happen, they simply refused to show up for rehearsals this Fall, and all of their concerts this season have been canceled one-by-one as a result. Two weeks ago, while I was away, Gorenstein got the axe and the young and dynamic Vladimir Jurowski was appointed in his place effective immediately. Today was Jurowski’s first appearance with the orchestra in his new position.
The program opened with Stravinsky’s Firebird Suite. This is still the most Russian-sounding of orchestras, and the flagship of the state orchestra system, so it was fitting to open the anniversary concert with a showpiece. Jurowski made the most of it, generating excitement with each scene in the suite. If he had added the entire ballet as an encore, no one in this audience (nor in the orchestra) would have objected. I have a soft-spot for this piece, since I think it was the first recording I ever owned as a child (with Erich Leinsdorf and the Boston Symphony Orchestra – a birthday present from my sister). Hearing it fresh tonight, with a fully-charged orchestra and conductor happy to be there, made me remember the joy and excitement of putting on that record for the first time way back in my childhood.
After this thrilling start, the concert unfortunately shifted to French composers. The choice for the next two pieces was curious, since they certainly do not figure in the core repertory for this orchestra, nor should they figure in the core repertory for any orchestra. While, starting in the mid-19th Century, Russia discovered classical music and has since produced enormous quantities of exciting material (possibly the only civilized thing the Russians do produce), France has inexplicably seemed incapable of having any composer other than Berlioz (whom the French ridiculed for his admiration of Beethoven) capable of consistently producing music of any reasonable quality. The French never cease to amaze me just how dull the music is that they write – and I keep listening to new pieces just hoping something will come along to break the monotony, but it never does.
So tonight we had two pieces for violin and orchestra: the Poem for Violin and Orchestra by Ernest Chausson and the Gypsy Concert Rhapsody by Maurice Ravel. Julia Fischer was the soloist. Try as she, Jurowski, and the orchestra might, nothing they could do could bring these works to life. And boy did they try. Technically, they all played very well. Fischer proved very adept. The audience dozed, and awoke at the end of each piece to give a polite golf-tournament-style applause most notable for its contrast with the roaring applause which had greeted the Stravinsky.
After the intermission, the orchestra returned to Russian music with Rachmaninov’s Symphonic Dances. These are less dance music and more somewhat-eccentric post-Scriabin-esque studies in orchestral color that Rachmaninov wrote shortly before he died. Jurowski and the orchestra kept the movements moving along, exploring their tones and rhythms until the end of the third dance, which sounded like it represented the composer taking a hop, skip, and a jump into the grave. Never has the Dies Irae sounded so whimsical. Jurowski applauded his new orchestra, the orchestra applauded Jurowski, and the audience applauded both. This applause went on for a while.
Glinka, Prokofiev, Dvořák
My second concert of the day in the Musikverein featured the Tonkünstler-Orchester under Mikhail Jurowski.
The concert opened with Glinka‘s Overture to Ruslan and Lyudmila, followed by Prokofiev‘s Second Piano Concerto, with Alexander Markovich, an obese Russian-born Israeli as soloist (because of his stomach, he can’t actually sit near the piano; fortunately his arms reach). I did not know this concerto at all – never heard it before – and I dislike pianos generally. But this was a find. The piece is truly bizarre. Markovich is a very charismatic performer with a twinkle in his eye. I have no idea how the orchestra could manage staying together given the way the music jumps about, but Jurowski kept everything working. Really a stunning performance, and they all (soloist, conductor, orchestra) deserved the thunderous applause.
After the intermission came a very good Dvořák 8th Symphony. The Tonkünstler (which seemed enthusiastic and happy to be on stage) actually sounded better than the last two Symphoniker concerts I attened, which made me wonder even more what is going on with the Symphoniker right now.