If this concert’s change of programme (with Brahms’ 
          D minor Piano Concerto being replaced by Rossini and Stravinsky) was 
          inspired, then the scheduled symphony, Dvorak’s Seventh, and the Strauss 
          encores, were simply sublime. These were performances that will linger 
          long in the memory and simply confirm that today no orchestra in the 
          world can touch the Vienna Philharmonic. 
        
        Seiji Ozawa, a conductor who can occasionally 
          seem bland on record, is riveting in live performance. He is the very 
          antithesis of Karajan – and almost a clone of Bernstein, and yet somehow 
          he inhabits both of their worlds with consummate ease. His podium manner 
          – jiving in the Rossini and Stravinsky, febrile in the Dvorak – encourages 
          this orchestra to explore sound and colour as they do under few other 
          conductors. His batonless conducting coaxes from them (as Karajan did 
          before him) a sound world which seems utterly timeless in its beauty. 
        
        
        Rossini’s Barber of Seville overture was given 
          in a scaled down performance, but one which managed to achieve quite 
          exceptional heights of expressivity. One of many examples was the super-refined 
          playing of the violins who achieved exquisite beauty of tone in the 
          higher harmonic line. The bow-on-string playing was quite stunning, 
          the projection of pianissimos on the E string in particular being 
          as clear as glass. Add to this tellingly phrased woodwind playing and 
          Ozawa drew us into a performance which gave us the drama of the instrumentation 
          with an urgency of delivery. 
        
        Stravinsky’s Jeu de cartes was again beautifully 
          coloured, almost kaleidoscopic, the three card deals each being rhythmically 
          different from the preceding one. Perhaps Ozawa was not razor sharp 
          enough in some of his phrasing, the bite which this music ideally needs 
          somewhat blunted by over-refined string tone. Yet, brass were rigorous 
          and woodwind as fleet as horses, each section providing counterpoint 
          playing of character and brilliance. There was no shortage of violence 
          in the work’s closing Final Dance – although this was playing on the 
          most expensive set of cards available.
        
        Dvorak’s Seventh is one of the great nineteenth century 
          symphonies and this was a great performance of it. It can be a problematical 
          work to bring off, both on disc and in live performance: it is overwhelmingly 
          tragic in mood, but also needs extraordinary care taken with orchestral 
          balance. That Ozawa gave us an interpretation that was broadly sombre 
          in phrasing, but also blazing and wild during the climaxes, and with 
          every phrase so tellingly played, was a tribute to his conducting. This 
          was a performance in which all the contrasting emotions and themes were 
          bound together as cogently and definitively as they could be. There 
          were many wonderful moments: the darkly imbued pathos of the maestoso’s 
          close, the clarinet’s heartfelt melodic opening of the second movement 
          and the oboe’s recapitulation of this theme, as inward and impassioned 
          as I have ever heard it, the growling basses during the Scherzo’s Trio 
          and the astonishing phrasing during the stark, tragic opening of the 
          chorale like march that opens the allegro. Ozawa imbued that final movement 
          with rare clarity and a flexibility to rubato which gave it a synergy, 
          an arc-like expressivity of Brucknerian nobility. Never once did this 
          movement lack the pace it sometimes can, and when the coda arrived it 
          did so with genuinely tragic power. The playing was fabulous throughout 
          – the orchestra responding to every one of Ozawa’s on podium movements 
          with a rare and organic understanding. The strings were sumptuous, the 
          brass tore at the walls with Babylonian power and the woodwind were 
          felicitous and feverish in their phrasing. 
        
        To crown an evening of quite magical playing the Vienna 
          Philharmonic played two Strauss encores. Seiji Ozawa is to conduct his 
          first New Year’s Day Concert with this orchestra on 1st January 
          2002 – this brief preview suggests it should be a quite special concert.
        
        Marc Bridle
        
         
        The next Classic International performance is on 9th 
          December when the Royal Concertgebouw play Mahler’s Sixth Symphony under 
          Bernard Haitink. The Vienna Philharmonic return to London on 11th 
          April under Lorin Maazel for a concert of Bach, Mozart and Mendelssohn. 
          Details and bookings can be made at www.rfh.org.uk. 
          The Vienna Philharmonic’s website is at www.wienerphilharmoniker.at. 
        
        