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AND HEARD INTERNATIONAL CONCERT REVIEW
Britten, Liszt, and Shostakovich:
Gerard Schwarz, cond., Arnaldo Cohen, piano, Seattle Symphony,
Benaroya Hall,
Seattle, 17.11.2007 (BJ)
A year ago I had occasion to say some fairly negative things about
a performance of Shostakovich’s Eleventh Symphony given by Valery
Gergiev and his Kirov Orchestra. Gergiev is an undeniably
charismatic conductor, but also in my opinion, so far as talent is
concerned, a vastly overrated one, and his interpretation of the
work paled in comparison with one that stands among the finest
performances – of any work stored in my musical memory. When
Gerard Schwarz conducted it, in the Seattle Symphony’s old home at
the Opera House, it was the kind of occasion that made me suddenly
realize, about forty minutes into the piece, that I had been
forgetting to breathe, so enthralling, so utterly spellbinding,
was the musical discourse.
Now, twelve years later, Schwarz tackled the work again, and the
result was even finer. The two faster movements in this musical
evocation of the terrible events of “The Year 1905”
(Shostakovich’s subtitle for the symphony) had all the rhythmic
vitality, textural richness, and sheer murderous heft of that
earlier reading. It was in the third movement, a profoundly
expressive Adagio titled “Eternal Memory” and based on a Russian
revolutionary song, that this new realization attained its
unprecedented intensity and power. Some years ago, in an interview
for my book Conductors on Conducting, Carlo Maria Giulini
told me that there are two kinds of pianissimo: a true pianissimo,
and a pianissimo with a fortissimo contained within it – think of
the opening of Beethoven’s Ninth. In this performance, the superb
playing of the Adagio theme on muted violas surely constituted one
of the most sustained examples of the latter genre. The atmosphere
of bleak mourning, other orchestral elements gathering around the
tune with equally well-maintained restraint, seemed to persist
without hope of any change of mood, but when the fortissimos came
– in the middle of this movement and at the raucous opening of the
bloodcurdling finale – it was as if they had been there, implicit,
all the time.
Aside from Ronald Johnson, who has to be mentioned for his
dramatic presentation of Shostakovich’s crucial timpani part, it
would be inappropriate to single out other orchestral soloists,
for what Schwarz drew from his orchestra was essentially an
ensemble triumph. It is the contribution of those violas that will
remain most indelibly etched on my mind, along with that of the
cellos and basses–their deliberately paced pizzicato commentary
was so delicately done that you felt it almost more than hearing
it, yet it was there on the edge of consciousness, palpable,
unmissable, and it tugged, ever so softly, at the heart. All of
this went to strengthen my conviction that, with the possible
exceptions of Yakov Kreizberg and Ignat Solzhenitsyn, Gerard
Schwarz has no rival among present-day conductors as an
interpreter of Shostakovich.
The concert had begun with a brilliant piece of programming. This
was my first encounter with Russian Funeral, composed by
Benjamin Britten when he was 22, scored for brass and percussion,
and based on the same song, “You fell as victims,” used in
Shostakovich’s third movement. (Apparently the maestro had been
made aware of the Britten piece by a private research unit he has
at his disposal – none other than his gifted cellist son, Julian
Schwarz.) Performed with suitable vigor, it was followed by
Liszt’s Second Piano Concerto, in which Arnaldo Cohen’s projection
of the solo part combined virtuosity, lyrical grace, and the
elegance without which Liszt can be unjustly made to sound vulgar.
The Brazilian pianist’s tone is clean, warm, and blessedly free of
harshness throughout the instrument’s range, but perhaps the most
remarkable feature of his playing emerges in passages at the top
of the keyboard: where many pianists seem merely to tinkle, he is
able to conjure a sound that has true body. The performance was a
worthy centerpiece for one of the season’s outstanding concerts to
date.
Bernard Jacobson