Tchaikovsky had a relatively marginal 
                place in Furtwängler’s repertoire, 
                but he did make commercial recordings 
                of the 4th and 6th Symphonies and we 
                can hear his interpretation of the 5th 
                through a live performance with the 
                Turin Radio Orchestra which, in spite 
                of sonic and orchestral limitations, 
                is pretty enthralling. We also have 
                a later performance of the "Pathétique", 
                recorded live by the Berlin Philharmonic 
                in Cairo in 1951. This was first issued 
                by Deutsche Grammophon on LP and has 
                been in and out of the catalogue over 
                the years. 
              
The fascination of 
                Furtwängler’s art is that, at his 
                best, he re-created the music he was 
                conducting. The many live performances 
                that have been issued show that, with 
                an audience present, his muse rarely 
                failed to visit him and spur him on 
                to astonishing heights. This was more 
                difficult in the recording studio, where 
                he often seemed to make his points with 
                a heavy hand, though there certainly 
                were occasions when things took wing 
                – Schubert 9, Schumann 4 and Tristan 
                are famous, white hot, examples. 
              
 
              
Since we can hear him 
                both in the studio and live in the "Pathétique", 
                is there any notable difference? As 
                the timings show, the basic interpretation 
                actually changed very little in the 
                course of thirteen years: 
              
 
              
1938:	20:05, 8:52, 
                9:19, 10:23 
              
1951:	19:47, 9:18, 
                9:47, 9:42 
              
 
              
The studio performance 
                begins promisingly, with a strong sense 
                of foreboding, and the transfer engineer 
                has extracted a remarkable amount of 
                burnished tone from the lower strings. 
                After this the Allegro slides in very 
                delicately, like a reminiscence of a 
                long-distant visit to the ballet. The 
                violas’ counterpoint as the music builds 
                up is marvellous – this is great orchestral 
                playing and conducting. But then doubts 
                begin to creep in. Is the tempo not 
                just a little too slow? Is the 
                conductor not holding back too much, 
                and for too long, until he permits himself 
                a sudden surge forward for the first 
                forte? And then, tenderly and 
                yearningly expressed though the second 
                subject is, are the points not underlined 
                a bit too heavily? Is the music not 
                made to wheeze rather than breathe? 
                And so it goes on, with many passionate 
                and fiery moments, but with a tendency 
                to hang fire in moments of transition, 
                with the result that my attention was 
                held only intermittently. 
              
 
              
Turning to the live 
                performance, the sense of foreboding 
                expressed at the beginning is maybe 
                even more potent – the strings dig very 
                deeply into their expansion of the bassoon’s 
                opening phrases – and the Allegro slides 
                in as gently as before. Yet it has something 
                else to it, not just elegance and innocence, 
                but melancholy and passion too. Where 
                the earlier performance continued gently, 
                the live one is building up inexorably, 
                and the extra tension gives a sense 
                to the time the conductor takes over 
                transitions. The agogic underlinings 
                in the second subject convince now thanks 
                to the conductor’s extra involvement. 
                In short, the studio performance seems 
                a blueprint for the live – truly live 
                – one. 
              
 
              
The next two movements 
                tell a similar story. The 5/4 "waltz" 
                has much elegance – at a very slow speed 
                – in 1938, but the middle section is 
                dolefully static, while in 1951 the 
                same elegance was combined with a free-flowing 
                expressiveness which also gives a sense 
                to the similarly slow treatment of the 
                middle section. In 1938 Furtwängler 
                adopted the old trick of slowing down 
                for the last appearance of the march 
                theme of the third movement – readers 
                unaccustomed to historical recordings 
                may not even know that virtually all 
                conductors did this in those days. He 
                still did it in 1951, but slightly less 
                so, and following a steadier build-up, 
                with the result that tension is not 
                dissipated and pomposity is avoided. 
              
 
              
The last movement perhaps 
                finds Furtwängler at his most involved 
                in the studio performance, and here 
                the differences between the two versions 
                are minimal. 
              
 
              
The 1938 recording 
                is commendably clear, if shallow, and 
                the elements do not gel in the forte 
                passages, resulting in a certain stridency. 
                The 1951 version shows its more recent 
                date with a smoother and deeper sound-picture, 
                but it also betrays its off-the-air 
                origin with a certain mushiness and 
                above all it distorts very badly at 
                the climaxes (I am speaking of the original 
                LP issue, I don’t know if any improvements 
                have been made subsequently). Neither 
                is entirely satisfactory, then, but 
                I found the limitations of the 1951 
                recording no bar to my involvement and 
                I feel this is the performance by which 
                the conductor should be remembered. 
                However, there is much to be said for 
                having both and reflecting on the lessons 
                to be gleaned from them. I haven’t gone 
                into comparisons with other performances 
                since I feel that this very broad, tragic 
                and deliberately unhysterical view of 
                the work is unique. Basically, Furtwängler 
                responds to the compassion and humanity 
                of the music, underplaying the neurosis, 
                and it is arguable that the white-hot 
                "Russian" approach of a Mravinsky 
                or a Markevich gives a completer picture 
                of Tchaikovsky’s own personality. 
              
 
              
In the Wagner Furtwängler 
                takes a little time to warm up, the 
                long rests at the beginning of the prelude 
                creaking rather than breathing, but 
                his muse quickly takes over to produce 
                a reading as passionate as you could 
                wish, with a terrific climax. The first 
                LP transfer of this recording, a collaboration 
                between Unicorn and the Wilhelm Furtwängler 
                Society, found a frequency range (both 
                upper and lower) which could almost 
                kid you it was a modern recording. Mark 
                Obert-Thorn rather surprisingly contents 
                himself with a more limited response, 
                creating a boxier sound; the difference 
                was great enough to limit my response 
                to the performance itself and I would 
                never hear it again in preference to 
                the LP. (To be fair, the LP has moments 
                of mild distortion which are absent 
                here). 
              
 
              
I’m not quite sure 
                what sort of a recommendation this amounts 
                to, or to whom. Those who lack the back-up 
                knowledge required to read the performances 
                and recordings in the right context 
                should proceed with caution. 
              
 
              
Christopher Howell 
                
              
Jonathan Woolf 
                has also listened to this recording
              
Furtwängler’s 
                famous Berlin Pathétique 
                was an outstanding set, both interpretatively 
                and in terms of its recording quality. 
                Its virtues have been endlessly discussed 
                over the years and there’s little that 
                I can add to the encomia of over half 
                a century regarding the conductor’s 
                command of structure and visceral emotive 
                power. It’s true that he does engage 
                in unmarked ritardandi in the opening 
                movement and that he can be cavalier 
                over tempo markings generally. But against 
                that is the undeniable truth that he 
                goes for the long line, doubtless surprising 
                those who felt him an unlikely conductor 
                of Tchaikovsky. Certainly like his antipode 
                Toscanini he was a relatively infrequent 
                conductor of the symphonies but he evinced 
                considerably more interest in the Russian 
                composer’s music than his Italian counterpart 
                ever did and to far more telling effect. 
              
              In the second movement 
                it is remarkable how unsectional it 
                is; phrased negatively this sounds unexceptional 
                but Furtwängler’s ability to think 
                in terms of paragraphs pays the richest 
                rewards here and is by no means a commonplace 
                gift. He also took the last repeat in 
                the third movement in the live 1951 
                Cairo performance whereas he jettisons 
                it in Berlin. The last two movements 
                are equally fine though the conductor’s 
                admirers will know that the Cairo recording 
                evinced, if anything, even greater reserves 
                of power and specifically in these last 
                movements. So some may baulk at the 
                relatively constricted scherzo, wanting 
                a more consistently forward moving tempo 
                – but he is saving it all up for the 
                overwhelming coda, another example of 
                architectural acuity. The finale is 
                deeply moving but never dawdles and 
                ends a performance of tragic consequence 
                but profound nobility. There is no trace 
                whatsoever of mania or over projection; 
                instead there is grandeur and power 
                and phrasing of a consistently remarkable 
                kind. Earlier in the year conductor 
                and orchestra had recorded the Tristan 
                Act 1 Prelude and Liebestod, exalted 
                examples of his Wagnerian work with 
                the Berlin Orchestra and benefiting 
                equally from superior sonics.
              
              The recordings still 
                sound dramatic all these years later 
                and most transfers do them justice. 
                The Tchaikovsky is available on Archipel, 
                coupled with Schubert’s Unfinished and 
                is also on Claremont and an EMI box 
                (a recommendable set). The Biddulph 
                transfer should be reintroduced to the 
                catalogue in time. I’m not sure if the 
                Toshiba and Novello transfers are still 
                in print. The DG Furtwängler box 
                of live performances contains not this 
                one but the Cairo recording. 
              
              Jonathan Woolf