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Beethoven: Krassimira Stoyanova (soprano), Lioba Brauns (mezzo), Steve Davislim (tenor), Guido Jentjens (bass), Munich Philharmonic, Christian Thielemann (conductor), Philharmonie at the Gasteig, Munich – Special concert for the 850th anniversary of the city of Munich. 12. 7.2008 (JFL)
Beethoven, Symphony No.9 op.125
Part of the 850th anniversary celebration for Munich
included a free concert of the ‘city’s own’ orchestra, the Munich
Philharmonic of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony. Introduced by the mayor,
whose comments were apt enough even as he re-dubbed the choral
symphony “Eroica”, it played before a crowd that got their tickets
though a raffle – none were available for purchase. Unfortunately
the relation between cost and value was demonstrated by the absence
of about a third of the would-be attendees.
A shame for those who stayed at home, because the performance was as
splendid as it was long, and then some. The first movement, lasting
nearly 18 minutes (13 – 15 are the average) started soft and
nebulous, the crescendo turning it quickly into something rousing
and dominant. I suspect the conductor might not like the comparison
– for reasons musical and otherwise – but his Beethoven reminds me
most of Daniel Barenboim’s: burnished, flexible, smooth, broad and
unapologetically romantic without any pretense of offering something
historically correct, reduced to the humble size of aspiring
accuracy.
It might be a musicologically untenable claim, but Beethoven
composed the Ninth for a future orchestra and sound rather than what
he had available. The work does not suffer from the possibilities a
modern symphony orchestra can offer it – it appreciates them, it
embraces them, and blooms only further. The only proof I have to
offer is the one found in the eating of that symphonic pudding. It’s
one I suspect to be convincing enough, at least when a performance
like this comes along.
The second movement, at around 13 minutes, was ripped through with
tightly controlled force and with special care lavished on
transitions. Everything was homogenous, nothing jerky or anything
other than organic. Thielemann worked out the compelling necessity,
that inner inevitability out of the music he works on: he certainly
did here.
It really isn’t a secret, and it certainly can’t be one to anyone
who regularly hears symphonic orchestras in concert: the bigger the
orchestra and the more string players, the more subtle and softer
will the pianissimos be. The size of a huge, or even just very large
orchestras is not primarily a function of loudness (pace Elektra),
but softness. Thirty violins well coordinated with thirty more lower
strings (in the traditional German setting seating first violins and
basses stage right, second violins and violas stage left) bring the
greatest tenderness to the fore with more ease than a smaller band
ever could. And if forced to chose between tenderness and
authenticity, I’ll choose the former in that third movement,
Adagio molto e cantabile, just as was the case here. Now if the
flutes and reeds had melded into one another a little more, that
movement – 18 luxuriously long minutes – might have come yet closer
to perfection.
The last movement, with Krassimira Stoyanova (soprano), Lioba Braun
(mezzo), Steve Davislim (tenor), Guido Jentjens (bass), and the
Philharmonic Choir of Munich (director Andreas Herrmann), was grand,
as it should be, but for greatness the vocal contributions were too
variable, ranging between acceptable and very good. Davislim’s voice
was a little theatrical, without the benefit of truly soaring;
Jentjens’ admirably without strain even up high, but a touch
forceful. Stoyanova dominated Braun who would have done well to
unleash more of the Wagnerian mezzo in her. While the Philharmonic
Choir isn’t as good as the spectacular Bavarian Radio Choir, it did
its’ job with audible enthusiasm and, save for an early soprano
entry, befitting the excellence of the rest of the performance.
Jens F. Laurson