Few 
                  people would disagree if I were to say that Jascha Heifetz was 
                  the greatest violinist of the 20th century. He had 
                  a flawless technique, which he always put at the service of 
                  the composer and an ability to communicate directly with his 
                  audience. However, sometimes there appears to be a coldness 
                  to his playing and a detaching of his intellect from interpretation. 
                  All these elements of his character are in these two performances 
                  in abundance.
                
When listening to his studio recordings it’s easy to hear which works 
                  he felt especial sympathy with – concertos by Sibelius, Walton, 
                  Korngold, Tchaikovsky, Glazunov, chamber works by Dohnanyi, 
                  Schubert, miniatures by Saint-Saëns, 
                  his own arrangements of Gershwin and others and, possibly the 
                  best of all, his unaccompanied Bach. Please forgive me for any 
                  of your favourites which I have failed to mention; these are, 
                  literally, the first recordings which sprang to mind. In a recording 
                  career which stretched from 1917 to 1972 there weren’t many 
                  major works he didn’t record. It’s an amazing legacy. Whilst 
                  there are some of his recordings which don’t readily speak to 
                  me, some of the recordings of the classical repertoire, for 
                  instance, I am always conscious of the intelligence of his approach.
                
Here 
                  are two concertos which, to be honest, I wouldn’t put in my 
                  top ten Heifetz interpretations list. However, these live performances 
                  do have that something special, which is usually missing in 
                  the recording studio. There’s an electricity and fire, the sheer 
                  joy of making music before the public. 
                
The 
                  recordings are of their time and age (50 and 70 years old) but 
                  have been cleaned up as best they could. Obviously the Beethoven 
                  is the better of the two. What strikes one first about this 
                  interpretation is that once Mitropoulos sets his tempo it never 
                  wavers, except for some subtle rubato. The orchestra is excellent; 
                  attentive to the soloist at all times, but coming into its own 
                  in the tuttis. The first movement cadenza is, perhaps, 
                  too big and modern for the classical era, not really sitting 
                  comfortably with the rest of the work but what wonders Heifetz 
                  makes of it. He relaxes for the slow movement and is joyous 
                  and playful in the finale. It’s also most satisfying that the 
                  tempi chosen are faster than we have come to expect and how 
                  well they work. I do sometimes feel that these days the direction 
                  moderato has been added to lots of tempo indications. 
                  The music soars. It’s easy to understand the spontaneous applause 
                  at the end of the first movement. The audience needs that release 
                  after such a superb performance.
                
My 
                  one reservation is that because of the balance I sometimes feel 
                  that Heifetz is sitting in my lap. Once you get over that feeling 
                  you’ll settle back and allow him to weave his magic. This is 
                  Beethoven according to Heifetz, but none the worse for that.
                
The 
                  recording of the Brahms is a different matter entirely. The 
                  big problem is that it sounds as if it was recorded with a condenser 
                  microphone - the kind you used to get with a Walkman. Here the 
                  sound recedes into the distance after a loud passage and gradually 
                  makes its way back towards you. Therefore the start is quiet 
                  - obviously it follows the applause as soloist and conductor 
                  walked onto the platform - but soon becomes clear. The first 
                  tutti is thrilling and full then away goes the sound 
                  and so on. Like Mitropoulos, once Toscanini sets a tempo it 
                  never wavers, except for rubato. Heifetz is more mellow, and 
                  more comfortable, in this music; after all, he was a violinist 
                  of the romantic school. All I can really say is that like the 
                  Beethoven the first movement is full of drama - with a cadenza 
                  at odds with the surrounding music. The slow movement is gorgeous 
                  but with a backwardly placed oboe. The finale full of fun.
                
For 
                  Heifetz fans this is a must-have disk. I urge all students of 
                  the violin, and professionals as well, to listen to some of 
                  the very best violin playing you’ll ever hear. For the general 
                  listening public these are very special interpretations. If 
                  you can overcome the sound there is much to enjoy and admire, 
                  especially that frisson you get from a live performance. 
                
This 
                  might not be the Beethoven and Brahms we are used to, but it 
                  is the fiddling we desire. 
                
Nowadays 
                  we have the vision of Heifetz as being able to play anything 
                  without any fear because of his supreme technique but there 
                  is one story which puts our perceptions into a different light. 
                  When Louis Gruenberg was writing his concerto for Heifetz the 
                  two men worked closely together on the intricate solo part. 
                  The story goes that at one point the violinist complained that 
                  the solo part was becoming too complicated – to which the composer 
                  simply said, “You’re Heifetz, aren’t you?”
                
Enjoy.
                  
                  Bob Briggs