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AND HEARD INTERNATIONAL CONCERT REVIEW
Liszt, Tchaikovsky, and Saint-Saëns:
Jun Märkl, cond., Horacio Gutiérrez, piano, Seattle Symphony,
Benaroya Hall, Seattle, 27.3.2008 (BJ)
This was a no-holds-barred romantic program, and under Munich-born
Jun Märkl the three works included in it received suitably
brilliant and expressive performances from a Seattle Symphony that
sounded in fine fettle. With Horacio Gutiérrez as the powerful yet
subtle and warmly expressive soloist, Tchaikovsky’s First Piano
Concerto was the highlight of the occasion, and here Märkl was at
his best, molding phrases with an uncommonly eloquent left hand
while he wielded his baton at once clearly and gracefully.
In Liszt’s Prometheus, which opened the program, the grace
was not so evident: here the beat itself was crisp enough, but it
was almost completely devoid of the kind of preparation that helps
an orchestra to read the rhythm accurately. Since the performance
was nevertheless fully convincing, it might be said that my
technical criticism is neither here nor there, and the Tchaikovsky
showed that Märkl can indeed provide that assistance. Yet it was
interesting to observe that at the only later point in the program
where the conductor reverted momentarily to his jerkier right-hand
movements–the scherzo of Saint-Saëns’s Third Symphony–the
articulation of the theme suffered, in that the four little
repeated notes that constitute the upbeat were not always clearly
distinguishable to the ear.
That was, however, a small flaw. For the most part, Märkl gave the
work, known informally as the “Organ Symphony,” a compelling and
often trenchantly perceptive reading, and Susan Carroll shaped the
unusually rewarding third horn solos beautifully. The organ’s
contribution to the work is curiously unbalanced, since for fully
five sixths of its roughly 35-minute duration the instrument is
mostly confined to more or less subterranean rumblings. Joseph
Adam did all that could be expected with them, and came into his
own for the bigger effects of the closing section, playing with
considerable flair and brio. Still, hearing the work again for the
first time in several years, I have to say that as a whole it can
surely be a rewarding experience only for dedicated
organ-fanciers. There are striking inspirations along the way,
especially in the rather searching string writing of the slow
movement, but the moment the organ part blossoms forth in full
glory, inspiration conversely fades, and the last few minutes of
the symphony are stupefying in their banality. I went home,
therefore, with Gutiérrez’s grand and rich Tchaikovsky performance
quite erasing the Saint-Saëns from my memories of the evening.
Bernard Jacobson