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AND HEARD INTERNATIONAL CONCERT REVIEW
Messiaen, Mahler:
San Francisco
Symphony, Myung-Whun Chung, conductor, Davies Symphony Hall,
San Francisco,
24.1.2008 (HS)
As the San Francisco Symphony finishes its Mahler cycle under its
music director, Michael Tilson Thomas, it should have been
fascinating to hear what a conductor with very different ideas
could do with the same music. Myun-Whun Chung, who appears all too
seldom in these parts, took a rather gentle approach to Mahler's
protean Symphony No. 1, lavishing great care and delicacy
on the quieter moments but rarely achieving anything remotely
exciting.
Perhaps it was carryover from the first half of the concert,
Messiaen's L'ascension, with its ecstatic (and somewhat
static) chorales, but Mahler's big moments failed to come off with
as much point and pizzazz as we know this orchestra can produce.
The symphony started off well, as Chung drew a fine filigree of
mystery in the opening octaves, taking his time to let the nature
calls flit in and out organically. I sensed a holding back as the
first of the quiet trumpet fanfares filtered in from offstage, and
there was a satisfying moment when the lilting primary tune
finally entered, as soft and swaying as a cotton skirt.
Chung's tempos continued to ebb more than flow, which took some of
the drama away from the contrasting brass paragraphs to come. In
fact, things derailed completely when Chung tried to rev things up
for the short, frenetic outbursts at the close of the first
movement. About half the orchestra never got their final notes in.
Someone must have said something from the seats immediately behind
him, because he turned to the audience and gave a rueful grin.
After thinking about it for a few seconds, he gestured for the
orchestra to play the last few measures again. That broke the
tension for a while.
The scherzo was more graceful than wild, emphasizing tonal
balances over dance rhythms. The slow movement's minor-key
Frère Jacques funeral march rolled out with straight-faced
clarity, but the village band interjections, which always strike
me (and Tilson Thomas, too) as Klezmer music, came off as bland
without those extra Yiddish inflections.
The stormy opening of the finale sacrificed clarity for
excitement, and then things started to wander. A few exposed
trumpet bobbles took some of the sheen off generally excellent,
orotund brass playing as the fanfares developed over the course of
the movement. And Chung never quite found a line that pulled the
disparate elements of the finale together until the rousing final
pages, which finally managed to get everyone pulling in the same
direction.
Chung did better overall in the Messiaen, in which he is something
of a specialist. Although it's not quite in the same league as
Mahler's symphonies, it was a nice idea to pair this first major
orchestral work of his with Mahler's first. Messiaen was more
interested in expressing religious fervor than Mahler was;
L'ascension features some of the same elements—big brass
moments, long build ups and some harmonic adventurousness.
The first movement, “Majesty of Christ Requesting Glory from His
Father," is an extended series of brass chorales, which wander
through various levels of dissonance, occasionally landing on a
triad as if entering into a clearing. Under Chung's baton, one
could practically see the rays of light filtering through the
trees, even if the players couldn't quite agree on where his
downbeat actually was.
The middle movements, which move faster, seemed to gain some
momentum before losing the thread in the finale, “Prayer of Chirst
Ascending Towards His Father," which has the strings go through a
sort of reflection of the first movement's brass chorales. It
seemed to unravel as the music proceeded, although the sweetness
of the final phrases at least brought the piece to a radiant
finish.
Obviously, the orchestra was having serious problems reading
Chung's conducting technique. It was one of the sloppiest
performances I've heard from this orchestra in a long time.
Harvey
Steiman