Gubaidulina’s Violin Concerto (2007) 
                is the most fascinating gem on this 
                disc. It is one of her latest works 
                and reflects her most original and versatile 
                compositional style. Its nucleus resides 
                in crystal clear structures, whimsical 
                waywardness and a startlingly inventive 
                sonic spectrum. We have it all: the 
                frightening underworld with its obscure 
                subterranean corridors, ghostly night 
                creatures, smoking sinter coves and 
                distorted sierras. There is also the 
                opposite side: the eternal serenity 
                of a murmuring brook, the soft cushion 
                of fluid melodies and harmonies and 
                all packed into a great variety of contemplative 
                layers. It grows and evolves until gradually 
                derailed. Unforeseen roads appear, obstacles 
                suddenly pop up, enigmas are created 
                but are finally and confidently resolved. 
                Images of human suffering, vivid in 
                their almost sacred bareness, float 
                into perspective before finally dissolving 
                into Gubaidulina’s cosmic metaphysics. 
                For her, contrasting elements comprise 
                positive ingredients of form far beyond 
                the boundaries of the twelve equally 
                valued tones within the traditional 
                octave. She does not feel committed 
                to solely the major or minor third, 
                the fourth or fifth or sixth. Instead 
                she draws on the resources of the quarter 
                tone to create tension and solution 
                - the kind of model explored by Charles 
                Ives, Krysztóf Penderecki and Alberto 
                Ginastera. Gubaidulina 
                thinks in terms of motions which are 
                neither interrelated nor dependant on 
                each other. They criss-cross without 
                any recognition, alien structures in 
                the hemisphere or under the surface, 
                always limned in meticulous form. Calculated 
                coincidence?  
              
Much 
                of her work contains mystical and religious 
                sub-elements, literary references (for 
                instance to the poetry of Marina Tsvetayeva), 
                or the improvisatory ingredients and 
                rituals stemming from the folk songs 
                and their instruments from Central and 
                East Asia. This goes back to 1975, when 
                she founded the ‘Astreya’ ensemble, 
                together with Victor Sushlin and Vyacheslav 
                Artyomov. This was the impetus for accelerating 
                a wealth of experiments in instrumental 
                sounds and timbres from ‘another world’, 
                sculptured from its traditional rites 
                and obscure time elements.  
              
This 
                is music piled high with a variety of 
                ambiguous abstractions, metaphorical 
                layers, shimmering transformations and 
                – maybe most important of all – that 
                strikingly missing home-sweet-home feeling. 
                These frequently leave the listener 
                somewhere along the road between ominous 
                darkness and enlightened serenity. The 
                tremendous frictions between the cruel 
                and painful accumulations in the real 
                world and the almost transcendental 
                guise of her deep religiosity immerse 
                us in an incredibly expressive soundscape 
                with all the characteristics of acoustic 
                ecology.  
              
Gubaidulina 
                is neither a romantic nationalist nor 
                a post-modern recycler of patterns and 
                forms. The kaleidoscopic stubbornness 
                of her ‘language’ cannot possibly entail 
                that rather easy and comfortably sounding 
                ‘music of the spheres’, that endlessly 
                murmuring diatonic patchwork through 
                which for instance her colleague Arvo 
                Pärt, our contemporary Palestrina, still 
                attracts large audiences. Her musical 
                roots are in the non-conformist movement, 
                the artists’ reactionary response to 
                Stalin’s Socialist Music for the 
                People doctrine, strongly influenced 
                by Edison Denisov (1929-1996) and Alfred 
                Schnittke (1934-1998). Denisov adored 
                mathematical formulas, which he coupled 
                with Arnold Schönberg’s atonality and 
                its metric complexities, before finally 
                finding Bach’s and Anton Webern’s ‘mathematics 
                of beauty’. Schnittke’s early stage 
                of composing focused on serial and aleatoric 
                models. From the seventies he developed 
                his famous collage technique, a multiple 
                style approach accessing the kind of 
                musical travesty that makes his music 
                so fascinating. What all these Russian 
                composers had in common was the necessity 
                to write film and theater music to pay 
                the rent and keeping ‘their’ music for 
                their own, as work in progress, in their 
                spare time.  
              
Gubaidulina 
                summarized her musical credentials in 
                just a few lines: “To my mind the ideal 
                relationship to tradition and to new 
                compositional techniques is the one 
                in which the artist has mastered both 
                the old and the new, though in a way 
                which makes it seem that he is taking 
                note of neither the one nor the other. 
                There are composers who construct their 
                works very consciously; I am one of 
                those who ‘cultivate’ them. And for 
                this reason everything I have assimilated 
                forms as it were the roots of a tree, 
                and the work its branches and leaves. 
                One can indeed describe them as being 
                new, but they are leaves nonetheless. 
                Seen in this way they are always traditional 
                and old. Dmitri Shostakovich and Anton 
                Webern have had the greatest influence 
                on my work. Although my music bears 
                no apparent traces of it, these two 
                composers taught me the most important 
                lesson of all - to be myself.”.  
              
Her 
                first Violin Concerto, subtitled ‘Offertorium’ 
                or Жертвоприношение 
                in Russian, was composed in 
                1980, with revisions in 1982 and 1986 
                and was dedicated to Gidon Kremer who 
                took it around the world. Her new second Violin 
                Concerto (quite a different work from 
                the first) was in fact initiated 
                by the late Swiss conductor and maecenas 
                Paul Sacher (1906-1999). He asked Mutter 
                what she would have in mind as a musical 
                gift. It turned out to be a commissioned 
                work to be composed by Sofia Gubaidulina. 
                It came to the world as In tempus 
                praesens, the latest in a long row 
                of commissioned works by Sacher, ranging 
                from Witold Lutosławski’s Chain 
                II (1985) to Wolfgang Rihm’s Violin 
                Concerto ‘Time Chant’ (1993). 
              
In 
                tempus praesens runs out of steam 
                in a mere thirty minutes, ending in 
                the silence of mortality. It is the 
                kind of silence which is an integral 
                part of the music and should have the 
                effect of causing audiences to refrain 
                from instant loud applause. It is the 
                culmination of a relentlessly driving 
                force which is consistently led by the 
                solo violin in a supremely drafted pursuit 
                by an orchestra shorn of its violins 
                - to expose the contrast!. It finally 
                resolves in that striking high tutti 
                note that has more thrilling effect 
                than Mahler’s famous sledge-hammer blows, 
                or the vehemently driven religious knockouts 
                of Galina Ustvolskaya (1919-2006). It 
                is all about timing and about building 
                up that incredible tension, leaving 
                it up to the soloist to make the most 
                of the physical exercise that is required 
                to make the most of the piece. I recall 
                what Shostakovich once said: “When I 
                look back, I only see corpses and ashes.” 
                One might also find reminiscences of 
                Berg’s Violin Concerto in the War Symphonies 
                of Shostakovich. There is no warm or 
                friendly smile here, there are no delicacies 
                to dwell upon, it is all steel. It is 
                as if the gates have opened into a post-apocalyptic 
                world in motion with a frenzied incisiveness 
                that gives this score incredible weight 
                and zest. In this maddening desperate 
                abyss we have to go through the various 
                stages of lament and utter darkness, 
                inevitably and unmistakably ending up 
                in the ambivalence we meet so often 
                in Gubaidulina’s music. There uncertainty 
                or indecisiveness reigns, with nothing 
                affirmative.  
              
The 
                concerto was premiered in August 2007, 
                played by Mutter, with the Berlin Philharmonic 
                under the baton of Sir Simon Rattle, 
                in the composer’s presence. Gubaidulina 
                had already closely followed the preceding 
                rehearsals. However, contrary to the 
                tendencies of so many other composers, 
                hardly a single note needed to be changed 
                or a single tempo adjusted. It has always 
                been that way: she composes at her desk 
                knowing perfectly well how the music 
                should sound in the real world. No conductor 
                needs to tell her which notes or lines 
                are playable or how it should sound. 
                Anyone who has enjoyed the privilege 
                to closely watch her observations during 
                rehearsals must have been impressed 
                by her absolutely unshakable belief 
                in her own creations. She never compromises, 
                her music is entirely hers and no one 
                else’s. 
              
This 
                new recording shows Mutter at the very 
                peak of her musical and technical abilities. 
                She has been through the complex piece 
                during a great number of rehearsals 
                and performances, and this definitely 
                pays off. It is compelling to hear how 
                she thrillingly catches the thrust of 
                the music’s rhythmic drive and the ample 
                richness of the scoring of the solo 
                part. The music makes for a brilliant 
                mix of exuberant display and fully controlled 
                structure. Cripplingly difficult transitions 
                are simultaneously and feverishly engaged 
                to convey the full expressive measure 
                of this piece. Mutter easily copes with 
                the muscular acrobatics of the composer’s 
                string writing, and delivers crystal-clear 
                phrasing and shaded dynamics from each 
                and every corner. She is wonderfully 
                supported by Gergiev and the LSO. This 
                is all about the illumination of gloom 
                and doom, passionately shaped with the 
                kind of monolithic power that boils 
                up from the music itself. It is neurotic 
                at times, but is consistently treated 
                in a multi-linear fashion. The virgin 
                listener meeting Gubaidulina’s spectacular 
                utterances for the very first time will 
                find this extremely impressive.  
              
Gergiev 
                has, throughout the years one of the 
                most important advocates of Gubaidulina’s 
                music. He makes the most out of the 
                scurrying rhythmic figurations within 
                the episodic structure, the final bars 
                curiously and abruptly arising from 
                those long stretched chordal blocks 
                and dense harmonic textures. The LSO’s 
                playing is just glorious, with a strong 
                unanimous pulse and intense characterization, 
                bringing out the terrible beauty of 
                Gubaidulina’s orchestral writing in 
                one great stretch. But, as I have said, 
                major praise must go to Mutter’s unbelievably 
                clean and pure tone and phrasing, as 
                she simultaneously focuses on the inward 
                depth of this glowing piece of contemporary 
                music. Mutter portraits the work with 
                throbbing clarity and rarely heard harmonic 
                vitality. She vigorously meets the score’s 
                challenges and unfailingly catches its 
                drama.  
              
Pairing 
                this work with Bach’s two violin concertos 
                cannot be more than a bonus. The delightful 
                light playing and masterly skilled separation 
                of notes (Mutter is clearly using a 
                light baroque bow to suit the purpose) 
                reflect authenticity practice. That 
                said, we already have this music in 
                so many great performances, authentic 
                or not. Gubaidulina’s Offertorium 
                would have been a much better choice. 
                Mutter defends her Bach by referring 
                to Gubaidulina’s strong connections 
                with the composer, in particular the 
                mathematical qualities which bind his 
                and her work. Even so, this does not 
                change the fact that In 
                tempus praesens is worlds apart 
                from these two Bach concertos. 
                I cannot banish from my mind the suspicion 
                that lack of ample preparation and rehearsal 
                time drove her to Bach instead. Let’s 
                be honest: Gubaidulina’s first Violin 
                Concerto would have been the 
                perfect match.  
              
The 
                spacious recording is impeccable, clean 
                and clear, attaining demonstration quality. 
                A very slight criticism would be that 
                the solo violin has been rather forwardly 
                placed. Then again we need to realize 
                that we simply cannot see what 
                we hear.  
              
Aart 
                Van der Wal 
              
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