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Liadov,Shostakovich and
Tchaikovsky: Natalia Gutman (Cello) St Petersburg
Philharmonic Orchestra: Conductor Yan Pascal TortelierBarbican Hall
London 18 .10. 2008 (GD)
Liadov: Kikimora, Op 63
Shostakovich: Cello Concerto No.1 in E flat, Op.107
Tchaikovsky: Symphony No. 6 in B minor, Op. 74, ‘Pathetique’
This concert was to have been conducted by Yuri Temirkanov but due
to illness he had to cancel and Tortelier agreed to step at very
short notice. I was looking forward to hearing Temirkanov and his
excellent St Petersburg orchestra so I didn’t quite know what to
expect although I had previously known Totelier as a fine
conductor of Ravel, Debussy, Dutilleux, as well as some impressive
Hindemith, mostly from recordings. I had had not heard him in
Russian repertoire, but almost immediately, at the opening of
Liadov’s brilliantly orchestrated miniature, I was disabused of any
doubts by the impressive way Tortelier moulded the dark brooding
opening with the initial melody on the cor anglais. And those St
Petersburg double basses : dark luminosity with a trenchant edge
that I could almost feel! Toscanini used to programme this Russian
gem, depicting a Russian folk-tale about a female phantom,
regularly, but it is not much played today. Tonight Tortelier
conveyed all the grotesque brilliance of the piece - with its
screeching woodwinds and glissandi brass - with great wit and
assurance. We were also reminded that no other orchestra can quite
bring off this very Russian sound like the the St. Petersburg
Phiharmonic.
I suppose it is almost a commonplace to record that Tortelier
received his initial musical training from hisfather the great
cellist Paul Tortelier - and that he would have an instinctive
understanding of cello repertory. His father was a distinctive
exponent of Shostakovich’s First Cello Concerto, so it is probable
the Yan Pascal grew up with the work. Also the Leningrad
Philharmonic (as it was then called) gave the first performance of
it in 1959 with Rostropovich and Mravinsky conducting. So we had
some excellent credentials tonight for something very special. And
special it proved to be. Natalia Gutman demonstrated an instinctive
feel (and tone) in the opening four note cell (G,E,B,Bflat). This
motif dominates most of the long first movement ‘Nocturne’ -
‘Allegretto’ and I sensed a complete dialogue between cellist
and conductor. This is very much a concerto where the cellist leads
in terms of pace and thematic material and Gutman kept to a more or
less steady, firm ‘Allegretto’ tempo with subtle shades of rubato
for the more reflective sections, which the soloist intones
for the orchestra. There was something stunningly direct and rugged
about her phrasing and articulation which, while not quite as
virtuosic as Tortelier or Rostropovich, registered something
more essential to this gritty, sometimes acerbic music. The second
grouping of themes in this movement which lead to a variant of the
Shostakovich musical signature DSCH, were all handled in an
exemplary and assured manner by both soloist and orchestra. The
reflective second movement ‘Moderato’ in the manner of a ‘sarabande’
was notable for its sustained, hushed concentration, with a
wonderful horn contribution - very Russian sounding with a slight
edge, but totally idiomatic. The transition from the third movement
‘Cadenza’, where Gutman unfolded the second movement's themes, now
transmuted into a ghostly semblance of themselves, into the finale,
revealed fully the composer's staggering art of thematic economy and
almost bizarre contrast.
The finale, suitably marked ‘Burlesque’ ‘Allegro con moto’, was also
staggering, not just in terms of orchestral/soloist virtuosity but
in perfectly regrouping the key themes from the opening movement,
and making them register in an affirmative, if ironic, almost
carnivalesque mood. Throughout the St. Petersburg orchestra played
this music inimitably. The gutsy strength of the whole string
section, particularly in the ‘moto perptuo’ register of the
finale had to be heard to be believed and the brass, the
woodwind and percussion were all exemplary in a distinctly Russian
sense. It says a lot for Tortelier as a conductor that such a unique
orchestra followed his every gesture, in terms of pacing, phrasing,
rhythm, and instinctive musical nuance and insight. As an encore
Gutman played a very reflective and engaging rendition of the
‘Sarabande’ from Bach’s First Suite for Cello in G major.
Tchaikovsky’s last and greatest symphony (he thought of it as his
greatest composition) is extremely difficult bring off in
performance. Just in terms of sustained dynamics Tchaikovsky’s score
calls for a range of extremes: ppppp to ffff in the
first movement alone. Also, and more elusively, the work has a
tremendous range of moods and emotion, from tender melody and
graceful waltz themes to frenetic terror and sombre, almost
apocalyptic, catastrophe. In short the ‘Pathetique’ needs a
great conductor. Toscanini, Mravinsky, Fürtwangler
and Markevich, in their different ways, could all achieve greatness
and I am hard pressed to think of a living conductor who could match
them. So how did tonight's conductor manage? Well for one thing he
had the tremendous advantage of the St Petersburg Philharmonic who,
with their fabled training from Mravinsky , have this music in their
blood. Up to the first movement's ff sforzando crash which initiates
the ‘Allegro vivo’ of the development section, things went
quite well, with the all important great melody in the strings
sounding beautiful but never cloying, dragging, or sentimental.
Tortelier wisely opted antiphonal violins here and throughout the
concert, a St Petersburg tradition going back to Mravinsky's time,
which greatly helped matters.
When it came, the crash didn’t register quite the shock it
should have done: it was ff but I heard little sforzati in
brass and timpani. The rest of the development, with its vast array
of tonal gear changes and complex dynamic rhythmic registers seemed
to play itself. But I didn’t have that underlying sense of threat,
dread and tension which one hears in the greatest
performances. The solemn intonation on trombones in B minor of the
Russian Orthodox Mass for the Dead failed to make its lugubrious
effect. The great climax with ffff tutti markings sounded
impressive, especially in the brass and timpani, but I felt that
with this orchestra the passage would sound impressive even without
a conductor. The second movement waltz went quite well although some
of the phrasing seemed prosaic. The third movement march gathered
momentum in anticipation of the great march statement on full
orchestra: this sounded tremendous, and elicited fromthe
audience a kind of spontaneous applause - which was
understandable, although I was a little disconcerted when some of
those who applauded looked amazed and surprised when the finale
began. But here again in the greatest performances, one feels
a sense of frenzy underlying the triumphant march rhythms which was
absent tonight. This despite the conductor who, at one point in the
march’s climax, vigorously jumped and stamped up and down on the
rostrum, introducing another percussive effect of his own.
The great ‘Adagio lamentoso’ finale was unsentimental and well
moulded by Tortelier, but I missed that ghostly, hushed tone
in the consolatory, hymn like second subject so well understood by
Furtwangler and Mravinsky. And Tortelier introduced an
accelerando into the final surging B minor climax thus robbing the
music of its full stoical /tragic impact. Tchaikovsky marks the
passage ‘Moderato assai’ which is exactly right in terms of related
tempo continuity and achieving the matching sense of
power/drama/pathos. The following single stroke on the gong (for
Tovey ‘the most ominous sound in the orchestra’) seemed too loud,
too indiscreet; it should certianly be made to sound ominous but
also distant. So overall, this was certainly not the greatest
‘Pathetique’ I have heard but it was still a thrill and
pleasure to hear this great Russian orchestra ‘live’ in music,
which, as I've said, they have ‘in their blood’.
Geoff Diggines
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