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 SEEN AND HEARD  
INTERNATIONAL CONCERT REVIEW
 
            
            Britten, Bach, and Walton: 
            
            
            Academy 
            of St Martin in the Fields, Julia Fischer, director and violin, 
            Benaroya Hall, Seattle, 16.2.2009 (BJ)
            
            
            Between being in tune and not being out of tune stretches a gulf 
            that might be called “sort of okay.” At its visiting engagement in 
            Seattle, the Academy of St Martin in the Fields showed itself to be 
            triumphantly on the right side of that divide. Intonation was so 
            precise that many moments in the music were realized more vividly 
            than I had ever heard them played before.
            
            If I begin with a technical point, this is not to suggest that 
            musical values were neglected. Actually the two spheres should not 
            be thought of as in any way conflicting. A half-dozen first violins 
            in perfect unison sound musical in a way not achievable through 
            anything less than perfection. Perhaps the most stunning example 
            came in the slow movement of the final work of the evening, Walton’s 
            Sonata for Strings: here a sustained high note in the firsts was 
            ravishing to the point of revelatory delight.
            
            Walton’s Sonata was one of the two English works that book-ended 
            Bach’s two violin concertos on the program. The other was Britten’s 
            Variations on a Theme of Frank Bridge, a piece as early in its 
            composer’s output and as brisk and mercurial in manner as the Walton 
            is late and mellow. With both treated to performances that combined 
            flawless ensemble and vigorous rhythm with unfailing sensitivity, I 
            was surprised to find myself enjoying Walton’s relative rarity even 
            more than Britten’s more familiar work. Arranged for string 
            orchestra in the 1970s from his String Quartet of two decades and a 
            half earlier, the Sonata is a piece that emulates the melodic appeal 
            of Walton’s early style while eschewing its abrasiveness. 
            Particularly effective is the way each of its first three movements 
            seems to have reached a conclusion, only to add a brief but 
            charmingly effective envoi of just a few delicate bars. There 
            were, too, touches of rhythmic wit in the scherzo that had me 
            literally–though I hasten to assure you inaudibly–chuckling.
            
            It should be understood that none of these pleasures could have been 
            secured without direction of the highest caliber, which is certainly 
            what Julia Fischer provided. Admittedly she had a string orchestra 
            of transcendent caliber to work with–the Academy, now in its 51st 
            glorious season, is clearly without a weak spot anywhere in the 
            ensemble, and principal viola Robert Smissen was especially 
            impressive for his artistry and sheer presence. But a good orchestra 
            without good direction can easily resemble a chicken without a head; 
            and it was clear from her unobtrusive yet firm leadership that 
            Fischer, already at 25 the finest of the crop of gifted young 
            violinists now before the public, also possesses huge potential as a 
            conductor, even if she has not yet swapped the bow for a baton as 
            the ensemble’s founder, Neville Marriner, did many years ago.
            
            Certainly, in her case, I hope that any such step onto the podium in 
            the future would not be taken at the expense of the violin. Her 
            playing of the two Bach concertos, the A-minor before intermission 
            and the E-major after, was a model of burnished tone, graceful 
            articulation, and, in the slow movements, high eloquence, backed up 
            by the orchestra with equal skill and enthusiasm. Both performances 
            were stylish but not too stylish–any but the most diehard devotees 
            of that largely chimerical notion, “authenticity” of performance 
            practice, will know what I mean. Altogether it was an evening to 
            treasure, enjoyed by an encouragingly numerous audience. And a 
            well-chosen encore, in the shape of a winsome little gavotte from 
            Janáçek’s Suite for Strings, sent us home happy.
            
            
            
            Bernard Jacobson
	
	
            
	
	
              
              
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