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SEEN AND HEARD
INTERNATIONAL FESTIVAL REVIEW
Salzburg Mozartwoche (3) – Pintscher, Mozart,
and Boulez:
Magali Mosnier (flute),
Susan Graham (mezzo-soprano),
Mahler Chamber Orchestra,
Daniel
Harding (conductor).
Grosser
Saal, Mozarteum, Salzburg, 1.2.2009 (MB)
Matthias Pintscher – Transir: concerto for flute and chamber
orchestra
Mozart – Lucio Silla, KV 135: ‘Il tenero momento’ and ‘Pupile amate’
Mozart – La clemenza di Tito, KV 621: ‘Parto, parto, ma tu ben mio’
Boulez – Mémoriale (...explosante-fixe... Originel), for flute and eight instruments
Mozart – Symphony no.41 in C major, KV 551, ‘Jupiter’
Magali Mosnier (flute)
Susan Graham (mezzo-soprano)
Mahler Chamber Orchestra
Daniel Harding (conductor)
This final concert of the Salzburg Mozartwoche was clearly intended as a
summation of some of the festival’s principal themes, including as it did three
of the four featured composers; only Haydn was missing. Matthias Pintscher
showed in Transir, his concerto for flute and chamber orchestra from
2005-6, what a resourceful, intriguing, and successful composer he is. Inspired
by the idea that the flute in one form or another is one of the most ancient of
all musical instruments and by its close relationship to and extension of human
breath itself, Pintscher has written that he wished to explore the ‘particular
aura’ of the flute as an instrument. This comes across in the work, as do the
prehistoric antecedents. Before the soloist even enters, we hear noises from the
orchestra that one might characterise as almost flute-like, or perhaps as
straining towards the flute-like. Then we hear the flute work towards – and
sometimes veering beyond? – a conventional tone, through Berio-like extended
techniques, evoking the mists of time and yet remaining very much of our own.
Violent, exotic sounds emanate from the orchestra, riotous sections recalling to
me Boulez’s ongoing Notations. It is as if we are hearing a dialogue
between soloist and orchestra that in some sense represents the creation of
music itself. ‘Liminal’ is a word sorely over-used but it seems apt here.
Moreover, Pintscher utilises all sections of his chamber orchestra to marvellous
effect. The young players of the Mahler Chamber Orchestra clearly relished this
opportunity and impressed, as did Daniel Harding, with rhythmical exactitude.
There is a great sense of drama: incipient, immanent, and imminent, and the
ending leaves us in response. What next? The young French flautist, Magali
Mosnier was in her element throughout, displaying an astonishing technique fully
worthy of a piece premiered by Emmanuel Pahud.
So did she also in Boulez’s Mémoriale, which I had been fortunate enough
to hear in a
Proms performance last summer from the West-Eastern Divan Orchestra. Twice
within a matter of months: I may be deluding myself but I do sense a broader
popular response recently to Boulez’s music. Once again, the composer was in the
audience to receive applause, although he seemed only just to have arrived,
still wearing a scarf and overcoat. Febrile, almost glassy strings at the
opening hinted at the work’s electronic origins. Mosnier’s trills were extremely
beautiful – and very modern-‘flute-like’. It was as if Pintscher had prepared
the way for an almost classical statement of the instrument’s charms and
capabilities.
In between the Pintscher and Boulez works, we heard three Mozart arias from
Susan Graham. The first two came from the early, yet in many ways astonishing,
opera seria, Lucio Silla. From the opening of her first
recitative, ‘Dunque sperar poss’io di pascer gl’occhi miei,’ Graham displayed
fine diction, musicality, and dramatic flair. I was less enamoured with the
vibrato-less string accompaniment. Thankfully, vibrato was permitted in the aria
itself, ‘Il tenero momento’. I cannot deny that I should have preferred more,
but at least we were not subjected to hair-shirt sonorities. Graham’s coloratura
was dazzling, not least in its clarity, whilst the woodwind chuckled away
delectably. And the heroic nature of Graham’s mezzo proved a fine substitute for
the castrato voice. I was impressed by the way that Harding treated this as
grown-up music, helping it sound as close to Gluck and yet as distinctly
Mozartian as it truly is. ‘Pupille amate’ provided contrast, presenting Mozart
in seductive triple-time mode. He can certainly move the listener, even at this
stage in his career. Hushed tone was employed here – unlike the previous night’s
G minor symphony – for expressive rather than narcissistic purposes. Sesto’s
aria, with its celebrated clarinet obbligato, received at least as fine a
reading. This may have been Mozart closer to Nikolaus Harnoncourt’s example than
I prefer, but it was coherently so. Harding’s projection of the orchestral part
was virile rather than merely vexed (Rattle). Moreover, the tempi seemed just
right – and dramatically flexible. Graham likewise presented no contradiction
between the musical line and dramatic projection. Such was the vividness of her
portrayal that one would have had a very good idea what the words meant, even if
one lacked acquaintance either with the Italian language or with La clemenza
di Tito. This was exemplary Mozart singing.
The final work in the concert and the final work of the festival was,
appropriately enough, Mozart’s last symphony, the Jupiter. Whatever
reservations I might voice, this was on the whole a performance I enjoyed
greatly, and certainly a performance that far outshone the aforementioned Rattle
fortieth. Despite a slightly smaller orchestra (nine first violins to the VPO’s
ten), there was often a much fuller sound. This was doubtless partly a result of
the smaller hall – why do many conductors fail to recognise that a larger hall
requires a larger orchestra? – but also of Harding’s more direct, vigorous
style. There was nothing ascetic, let alone condescending, to this. One was
keenly aware of trumpets and drums: a hallmark of Mozart in his rejoicing mode
of C major. Whilst vibrato was occasionally somewhat on the low side, it was
thoughtfully varied rather than dogmatically eliminated. Sometimes, the MCO
strings sounded delightfully sweet. Moreover, there was a wonderful, almost
Abbado-like sense of the players listening and responding to each other,
although Harding projected a more dominant personality than his mentor has often
been wont to do.
The structure of the first movement was admirably clear and there was a true
sense of return for the recapitulation. I was not sure about the occasional
rhetorical pauses Harding imposed. In fact, I was sure: they were disruptive.
Otherwise, there was a good sense of line, at least with respect to musical
paragraphs, and phrasing was consistently stylish. There were a few
imperfections of ensemble from the second movement’s muted violins, but the
haunting veiled quality achieved made that a price worth paying. This Andante
cantabile was not slow but nor was it rushed; rather it flowed. Magical
woodwind solos were a particular highlight. If on occasion, some of the music
was a little too moulded, that was as nothing when compared to Rattle’s
exaggerations. Harding’s minuet was boisterous rather than stately; it was
rather fun, but is that what it should be? Its chromatic harmonies were nicely
handled though. The trio was similar, though the minor-key episode exuded an
apposite vehemence. However, I did not care at all for the pause imposed prior
to the return of the minuet; the music was simply left hanging. Normally, I
should not have cared for the second-time observation of repeats; Mozart’s
music, however, is so rich, that I was quite happy to hear it as much as
possible. The great finale was contrapuntal in character from (almost) the
outset. Mozart’s learned Fuxian side fuses imperceptibly with his expressive
energy to produce something quite astonishing here – and for the most part, this
is just how it sounded on this occasion. Harding’s Jupiter was festal;
this is, of course, C major. It exhibited a fine swagger – and why not? And
perhaps most importantly, it was urgent. Harding – and his orchestra – also
displayed a good ear for oft-overlooked orchestral detail, without making it
seem like perverse point-scoring. A true sense of dramatic purpose characterised
the movement’s sweep and here there were no disruptions to the greater line. The
second repeat was taken, which in most Classical symphonies seems at best a
waste of time, but in this case is quite justified on account of the coda. There
was a strange instance of flute ornamentation during the recapitulation, which
was not a slip, since it happened on the first and second time around. Where I
felt a slight sense of anti-climax, oddly enough, was in the astonishing coda
with its quintuple invertible counterpoint. There is much to be said for
permitting the contrapuntal miracle to speak for itself but Harding might just
have pushed it a little more dramatically, especially given the added tension
arising from the second repeat. In that context, the blaring of the trumpets
sounded rather overdone. Nevertheless, this remained an estimable, winningly
youthful account.
Mark Berry
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