Seen and Heard Concert
Review
Mozart: Symphony no. 31; Serenade
no. 6; Arias, Overtures and Incidental Music:
Freiburg Baroque Orchestra dir. Gottfried von der Goltz: Thomas
Quasthoff, Barbican Hall, Friday 11th March 2005 (ME)
The series title of ‘Great Performers’ refers in this
case to the evening’s soloist, who performed five arias
interspersed with orchestral pieces: to my surprise the hall was
by no means full, despite discreet ‘papering’ and
intensive advertising, but those ‘in attendance’ (and
I use that phrase in its exact meaning, as at a ceremony) were
there for one purpose only, which was to adore the person of the
soloist, who quite frankly could have sung the day’s proceedings
from Hansard for all that most of them would have cared. The applause
at the end of the Symphony’s first movement, I feel, revealed
a lot.
The Freiburg Baroque Orchestra is one of the best established
Baroque groups around: although it is frequently directed by eminent
guest conductors it is best known for its tradition of direction
from the first desk, one presently occupied by Gottfried von der
Goltz. It can’t have been easy for him to ‘accompany’
Quasthoff but, true to form, he was by no means a servile director,
rather a dynamic collaborator with his musicians, who delivered
playing of unusual verve and style. The overture to ‘Don
Giovanni’ was as darkly dramatic as could be desired, and
was followed by the ‘catalogue’ aria from the same
opera, characterfully sung if not quite full enough in tone at
times: I was quite taken aback when instead of singing that Giovanni’s
preference was for innocents, Quasthoff instead sang that it was
his – and there was no putting this down to a verbal slip,
it was absolutely emphatic: checking with the programme, I found
that although the translation was faithful to the original sense
– ‘his major passion…’ surprisingly, the
‘original’ text was written as ‘Ma passion predominante.’
It’s impossible to imagine that this could ever be correct
in context – maybe I’m lacking in some esoteric knowledge
here or over-reacting but this is something I’ve never come
across before – verbal slips, yes, programme glitches, yes,
but not the two together on the same line. Naturally, it made
no difference to the audience.
Two pieces of ‘incidental’ music, the Act 3 March
from ‘Idomeneo’ which was finely done, accurately
reflecting the composer’s marking of ‘sempre sotto
voce,’ and the ‘entr’acte’ from ‘King
Thamos,’ the perfect rumbustious contrast, framed Quasthoff’s
performance of ‘Così Dunque tradisci…Aspri
rimorsi atroci’ in which he showed his exceptionally wide
range, the bitter F minor aria positively cutting in its fury
until the desolate ending.
The ‘Paris’ Symphony began the second half, the lovely
Andante being given with special verve, and the Allegro assai
displaying the brilliance with which Mozart had aimed to impress
the Parisians. The wonderful ‘Per questa bella mano’
followed, dryly introduced by Quasthoff with a little tale accounting
for the fantastic virtuoso quality of the obbligato double –
bass: the original player of the work, Friedrich Pischelberger,
apparently ‘had an eye for the little wife of Mozart’
and so the composer made the piece almost impossible to play so
as to give him plenty to do with his hands. Whether or not this
tale is true, this evening’s double-bassist, the superb
Love Persson, played it with the kind of skill and panache which
makes you want to stand up and cheer, and Quasthoff’s singing
of the lines composed for the original Sarastro again showed off
his wide range and shapely phrasing.
I was less impressed with ‘Mentre ti lascio, o figlia’
but the best was yet to come, in the unscheduled performance of
‘In diesen heil’gen Hallen’ - Quasthoff’s
must be the finest Sarastro around, and one could hardly help
recalling the weakness of the present incumbent of the role at
the ROH, whose dry, dull singing fails to fill the part just as
Quasthoff gives it point in every phrase, the noble, expansive
lines never simply crooned but with each phrase given its proper
weight, ‘ein mensch zu sein’ perfectly crowned with
a securely placed low D. The ‘Great Performers’ series
can tend towards the fragmented in its programming and quality,
but this kind of singing dispels any doubts about the virtue of
‘celebrity’ recitals.
Melanie Eskenazi