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Turnage,
Ravel, Prokofiev: Benedetto
Lupo (piano), London Philharmonic Orchestra, Vladimir Jurowski
(conductor), Royal Festival Hall, London. 30.1.2008 (AO)
Three Turnage works are presented in Royal Festival Hall
programmes over the next two weeks. This was the first of two
conducted by Vladimir Jurowski, and in fact the LPO had
premiered Turnage’s Evening Songs in 2004, and made the
highly-regarded recording which followed. This performance was if
anything a more mature reading, showing how Jurowski and the
orchestra have grown deeper into the piece. The programme was
extremely well thought out, highlighting aspects of Turnage’s
music and setting it into context.
Turnage uses a massive orchestra, large even by late Romantic
standards, further augmented by non standard instruments like
soprano saxophone and an unusually varied percussion section.
There’s potential there for massive, flashy impact, but Turnage,
as usual, confounds the obvious. Instead, Evening Songs is
a study in atmospheric mood, meant to create an atmosphere of
brooding opaqueness. Sleep, after all, is the theme that runs
through the three sections. Hence the lugubrious orchestration,
and the slow unfolding of developmental change. In many ways it’s
a late night contemplation, more suited to the end of a programme
than a beginning. Jazz, or rather the bluesy essence of jazz,
though, is never far away with Turnage. Jurowski understands this
well, as he has a feel for the downbeat and strange subterranean
flow of the work. He also ensured that the solo passages,
particularly for saxophone and violin, didn’t get lost amid the
density of the orchestration. The foghorn-like rumble that
centres the third section, Still Sleeping, gradually lifts,
revealing a lighter, quite lyrical melody.
Ravel’s Piano Concerto in G was therefore an inspired
choice to follow Turnage, for it reinforced the jazz imagery.
Ravel had recently returned from the United States before writing
it and this too, is an impressionistic mood piece
filled with images of America in the late 1920’s. Unlike Turnage,
Ravel uses a fairly small orchestra, favouring rapid dynamics.
The textures could not be more different, yet Jurowski judgedthese
well, too. The exuberant dances at the beginning of the first
section opened out to a more restrained clearing, as Lupo enters.
The second section allowed Lupo to develop the more intimate,
contemplative ideas that underpin the more flamboyant jazz
imagery, capturing a nebulous, nostalgic mood – the blues without
being overtly bluesy. The Blues exists in different forms in most
cultures and here Ravel connects the jazz age to a deeper
tradition. All elements pulled together beautifully in the final
movement with its wry exuberance.
Given this emphasis on jazz, one would expect Jurowski to have
continued with early Shostakovich, perhaps. But he's also far too
astute musically to choose the obvious. Instead, he takes
Prokofiev’s Fifth Symphony and reveals that there’s a vein of
wildness, half-submerged beneath the sober classicism. Prokofiev
also knew America, and jazz and by the time this symphony was
written, he had discarded his American wife, who ended up in a
Soviet gulag. There was no way Prokofiev could have written
overtly modernist forms in those circumstances, so he used lively
folk idioms instead. Jazz they aren’t, but they’re
irreverent and free, in contrast to the formality of the symphony.
There’s also a small detail in the third movement when something
vaguely bluesy arises, to be quickly swept away in breezier, less
complex folk rhythms. It surfaces for barely a moment, but it’s
there for a purpose. The symphony may end in an outburst of showy
confidence, but has Prokofiev really suppressed all traces of his
alternative thinking? It is sensitivity to details like this as
part of the whole, which define the musical intelligence of a
conductor and yet again, Jurowski reveals the parallels with
Turnage. Prokofiev, writing in Soviet times, needed an
unequivocal resolution to cast aside doubt. Turnage, however,
can leave his conclusions open-ended, allowing his gentle melody
to surface from dense textures and rise outwards.
Anne Ozorio