The first fourteen tracks date from a Vanguard session 
          in 1960 and the last two from a late recording in 1966. This Kreisler 
          album followed Mischa Elman’s Jubilee Album of 1959 and was to be followed 
          by other records of solo pieces as well as concerto performances; a 
          Khachaturian concerto in Vienna was spicy and intriguing repertoire 
          for Elman, though one should never forget that he was dedicatee of a 
          Martinu Concerto (the premiere is fortunately preserved on Music and 
          Arts). Vanguard’s producer Seymour Solomon had faith in Elman when others 
          had long grown tired of the ageing violinist in favour of younger talents 
          and it’s entirely to Vanguard’s credit that they gave Elman the opportunity 
          to commit so much to disc. No Elman disc is without interest of some 
          kind and few of these Vanguards are devoid either of points of contention. 
        
 
        
The deterioration in manual dexterity and concomitant 
          technical and tonal qualities afflicts most violinists in their sixties 
          but this is especially so in the case of Elman where the disparity between 
          the voluptuous sensuality of his tone in the teens and twenties of the 
          century and the increasingly strained and starved tonal resources of 
          the now septuagenarian violinist are immediately apparent. In Liebesfreud 
          he is affectionate but with very deliberate articulation and somewhat 
          point making. The Slavonic Dance No 2 in the Dvořák-Kreisler 
          arrangement is again solid in tempo but also accompanied by some still 
          luscious sound and glamorous finger position changes. He aspires to 
          sultry playing in La Gitana but the molten core is no longer there and 
          at this tempo the vital narrative is dissipated not intensified 
          and as a result the piece emerges as enervated and unvital. The Beethoven 
          Rondino was dedicated by Kreisler to Elman and the dedicatee plays it 
          with directness and simplicity but he makes a surprising meal of the 
          phrasing in Caprice Viennois – it’s not at all spicy, very slow, and 
          reluctant to indulge sensuality. The Malaguena in the style of Granados 
          is new to the Elman discography, having never before been issued. It’s 
          good to have, of course, but not outstanding. His passagework in the 
          Corelli Variations is laborious and there are some extraneous bowing 
          noises in the restatement of the theme but in spite of all these limitations 
          Elman’s playing retains a patrician, rather reserved, charm that I find 
          very attractive. He puts on the mute for the Preghiera for 3½ minutes 
          of raptly devotional playing whereas the Sicilienne episode of the Sicilienne 
          and Rigaudon is unfortunately rather penny-plain and his subsequent 
          G string passage rather predictable and gestural and more Elman than 
          Kreisler. In the Praeludium and Allegro Elman breaks the melodic line 
          and elevates incident above architecture, something of a besetting feature 
          of aspects of his playing, and one that damages the piece beyond saving. 
          It begins in a very detached manner, very, very slow and didactic, with 
          an unconvincing attempt at internal drama, altogether overblown and 
          disappointing. The Andantino in the style of Martini is another previously 
          unreleased performance – using the mute again he is more than a little 
          ponderous. The two final pieces yield 1966 performances; the acoustical 
          change is palpable. We can now hear the increasing deterioration of 
          the violinist’s tone and technique – there is an astringency to the 
          sound that sends one back to those Victors of a half-century before 
          with gratitude for all that this remarkable musician had achieved in 
          his long life. 
        
 
        
        
Jonathan Woolf