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Toru TAKEMITSU (1930-1996)
From me flows what you call time (1990)* [34:22]
Dmitri SHOSTAKOVICH (1906-1975)
Symphony No. 5 in D minor, Op. 47 (1937) [51:10]
Raphael Haeger, Simon Rössler, Franz Schindlbeck, Jan Schlichte, Wieland Welzel (percussion)*
Berliner Philharmoniker/Yutaka Sado
rec. live, 20 May 2011, Philharmonie, Berlin
Bonus: interview with the conductor [16:00]
Director: Michael Beyer
Picture: 16:9/1080i Full HD
Sound: PCM stereo, dts-HD Master Audio 5.1
Region: all (worldwide)
Subtitles: English, Japanese (bonus)
EUROARTS 2058744
[91:00 + 16:00]
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The sobering sticker on both the Blu-ray and DVD indicates that
by purchasing these discs you are supporting victims of the
Japanese earthquake and tsunami. So in this spirit of global
solidarity it’s appropriate to preface the Shostakovich with
a piece by Toru Takemitsu, a composer whose music fuses east
and west so successfully. On the podium is Kyoto-born Yutaka
Sado, who’s new to me, so I was disappointed to find no biography
– however brief – in the booklet. That said, a quick Google
reveals he is a protégé of Seiji Ozawa, and that this concert
marked his Berlin debut.
For this review I’ve watched both the Blu-ray and the DVD, as
I was keen to see how they compare in terms of picture and sonics.
I’ve certainly extolled the virtues of the newer format, the
high-definition sound of which is generally superior to that
of the older one; I’m hedging my bets here, as I’ve discovered
some DVDs are quite good in technical terms, and that a worrying
number of Blu-rays are rather mediocre. And given that the latter
sells at a premium over the equivalent DVD – typically 20% –
that just isn’t good enough. Naturally the music is the priority
here, but at least I can now compare two identical performances
and determine, in this case at least, whether Blu-ray really
is worth the extra outlay.
From me flows what you call time, based on a poem by
the Japanese poet Makota Doka, has a strong visual element that
really comes to life on video; the five percussionists, who
make their way on to the stage as the piece begins, are dressed
in red (fire), blue (water), green (wind), yellow (earth) and
white (sky), the long ribbons to the left and right of the orchestra
representing the colours of the Tibetan flag. These vibrant,
eye-catching tones are complemented most beautifully by the
ear-catching ones produced by this exotic array of instruments.
Anyone remotely familiar with this composer’s œuvre
will recognise those rhythmic cells and subtly alternating sonorities,
the work beginning with a solo flute melody of Debussian languor
and loveliness. The dialogues between soloists – which seem
like improvisation at times – are fascinating to watch, their
sometimes unearthly timbres well caught by the engineers. It
certainly doesn’t feel like a half-hour piece, such is the level
of invention and interest, and I was surprised at how intensely
moving it all is. Deeply satisfying, this is a perfect introduction
to Takemitsu’s engrossing sound world.
I’d recommend a break at this point, as the profound sense of
communion is apt to linger for quite some time. And one has
to remember the tragic context in which this performance was
given. The context of Shostakovich’s Fifth Symphony – ‘an artist’s
reply to just criticism’ – is well documented, as is the debate
about what the composer actually ‘says’ here. Watching the DVD
of Leonard Bernstein’s performance with the LSO in 1966 – review
– leaves one in little doubt about the latter; indeed, Lenny
gives a blistering account of the finale that’s almost without
peer. I say ‘almost’ because there are a number of fine performances
on CD, although Bernstein leads the field on DVD. On Blu-ray
there’s a version I’ve yet to see, from Michael Tilson Thomas
and his San Francisco band. And that’s pretty much it.
Seconds into the Moderato and it seems this is to be a cool,
rather urbane reading, in which Sado tends to ‘parenthesise’
musical phrases – a habit I’ve noticed with Ozawa – whereas
Bernstein and others achieve a compelling seamlessness throughout.
There’s little of the tic under the skin that one often hears
at this stage, and I began to wonder if this would be yet another
run-through of an oft-played symphony. Then, without warning,
that swaggering march tune arrives and the mask of urbanity
slips. Goodness, the Berliners really let rip here, the brass
especially taunting. Even more telling is the return of that
rocking tune, as spectral as I’ve ever heard it, summoning the
legion of ghosts that haunt these symphonies.
At the start of the second movement Sado’s exaggerated phrasing
signals a bit of japery. More than most, Shostakovich must have
known when it was politic to play the Fool; and what a motley
display this is, that bucolic fiddle tune – so Mahlerian – deliciously
done, those parting timp shots the musical equivalent of an
exeunt omnes. After that public display comes a very
private one, the Largo a searching soliloquy that peaks in anguished
string writing of extraordinary reach and power. The Berliners
are sans pareil here, the xylophone sounding even more
like a string being tuned to breaking point. The air of resignation
at the close is unmistakable, that rapt quietude all the more
poignant in the light of what’s to come.
Few convey the lacerating, Lear-like rage of the Allegro
better than Bernstein, whose evocation of a metaphorical ‘blasted
heath’ is as unremitting as it is harrowing. Sado doesn’t maintain
tension quite so well, but the elemental fury of that great
climax is beyond doubt. Aided by fearless dynamics and playing
of superhuman strength, this finale has seldom sounded so gutting
and, paradoxically, so glorious. Little wonder that our perspiring
maestro looks utterly exhausted at the close.
In the 16-minute ‘bonus’ Sado talks about his work with the
Berliners and offers some background on the pieces played. Interestingly,
he refers to Bernstein as ‘my teacher’ and speaks highly of
Lenny’s famous New York recording of the Shostakovich Fifth;
indeed, there are aspects of Sado’s reading that recall the
trim Bernstein of the 1960s rather than the self-indulgent later
years, as typified by that tubby Tokyo performance for CBS.
I was pleased to hear Sado characterise the second movement
as ‘clown-like’, a quality expressed to great effect in this
performance. Otherwise, this is a fairly standard ‘extra’, without
revelations or penetrating insights.
And how does the DVD compare with the Blu-ray? There are some
cosmetic differences – for instance, the menu on the Blu-ray
is more elegant – but otherwise there’s not much in it. True,
the DVD picture is a little soft and ‘flat’, lacking the finely
etched visuals that resolve each string and give the brass an
added gleam. The same analogy applies to the audio; it’s impressive,
but the extra weight and three-dimensionality of Blu-ray – especially
in the finale to the Shostakovich – really does bring one a
step closer to the live event. So, if you have a well set up
Blu-ray system I’d say the premium over DVD is definitely worth
it.
This is a most rewarding disc, and while Sado yields to Bernstein
in the symphony it’s a very close race. But really it’s the
Takemitsu that makes this issue so memorable; not only is it
a work of unusual depth and distinction, it’s also a feast for
even the most jaded palates.
Dan Morgan
http://twitter.com/mahlerei
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