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INTERNATIONAL FESTIVAL REVIEW
Salzburg Mozartwoche (2) – Haydn, Mahler, Debussy, and Mozart:
Magdalena Kožená (soprano), Xavier de Maistre (harp), Vienna
Philharmonic Orchestra, Sir Simon Rattle (conductor). Grosses
Festspielhaus, Salzburg, 31.1.2009 (MB)
Haydn:
Symphony no.88 in G major
Mahler: Rückert-Lieder
Debussy: Danse sacrée et danse profane
Mozart (completed Sir Charles Mackerras): Recitative and aria: ‘Guinse alfin il momento – Non tardar, amato bene’, KV 492/28
Mozart:
Symphony no.40 in G minor, KV 550
Sir Simon Rattle has a longstanding affection for Haydn and this is the third
time that I have heard him conduct Haydn’s eighty-eighth symphony, having done
so once before with the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra and also
last summer with the Berlin Philharmonic.
Rattle has a tendency to micro-manage certain aspects of the work, which some
may find irritating, but I do not mind too much, given that he also manages to
project a sense of the whole. It helps, of course to have the Vienna
Philharmonic as one’s orchestra. I first heard this symphony in that orchestra’s
recording with Karl Böhm, a recording I still treasure, but one would not expect
Rattle to sound quite like that – and he does not. I am pleased to report that
the orchestra still sounds recognisably itself. Smaller in size (strings
10.8.6.5.4), the orchestral sound might not have been so luxurious, but nor was
it thin. Eminently cultivated it remained and with a variety of string
articulation which, at the very least, rivals Rattle’s Berlin orchestra. The
first movement set the scene for the rest of the symphony: full of life and with
an infectious sense of fun. In the Largo, the Viennese oboe sounded
almost as of old and the sheer grace of the violins’ filigree was remarkable. I
very much liked the way that tonal contrasts – including dynamics, but not
restricted thereto – mirrored the movement’s harmonic contours. The end of the
movement seemed rather casual, almost throwaway, but otherwise this was a fine
account. As is now fashionable, the minuet was taken one to a bar; however,
unlike some minuets, this can take such treatment, even if I hanker after
something more stately. It had swing and was always stylish. Rattle clarified
the part-writing, allowing the all-important ’cello line to shine through,
thereby propelling the harmonic momentum. The trio was wonderfully rustic,
perhaps a little more ‘eastern’ in tone – and not at all inappropriately – than
Rattle’s Aix performance with the BPO; the leader’s solo was straightforwardly
excellent. We then heard a very quick finale. At first, I thought, ‘if you can,
why not?’ but eventually found it a little fatiguing; was the very end just a
little too much of a dash? Likewise, keen dynamic shading is often to be
savoured, but sometimes it seemed on display here for its own sake. Despite my
reservations concerning the final movement, this remained an impressive
performance.
Then came Mahler’s Rückert-Lieder. An announcement before the concert had
signalled that Magdalena Kožená was unwell. This may explain her rather mixed
fortunes in this performance; it is difficult to tell in such circumstances. My
suspicion is that her voice may not be ideal for this music, intelligent
musician though she undoubtedly is. Rattle seemed happy to follow her, whilst
making a great deal, though never too much, of the orchestral part, for instance
in the febrile opening to ‘Blicke mir nicht in die Lieder!’ It set the scene for
a splendidly malevolent reading, seemingly presaging the music of the Second
Viennese School, although that quality owed more to the orchestra than to the
soloist. There were nice touches from both artists in collaboration, such as the
slowing for the words, ‘Perlen klar,’ in ‘Liebst du um Schönheit’. The dark
orchestral solos in ‘Um Mitternacht’ were all the more effective for their lack
of exaggeration. However, it seemed to me that the song would have benefited
from a deeper, more contralto-like voice, and I did not care for the histrionics
of the second stanza. Kožená’s diction was rather indistinct in ‘Ich atmet’
einen linden Duft!’ The orchestral solos, however, were ravishing; special
mention must go to the solo violin, viola, flute, oboe, and horn and further
magic was to be heard from the celesta. Fortunately, diction improved
dramatically for ‘Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen’, although I was not
convinced that the vocal line really sounded ‘lived in’. Rattle imparted an
admirable sense of something inchoate stirring to the orchestral introduction
and the orchestra once again sounded exquisite, especially the leader’s solos.
Kožená’s reading appeared to gain new depth in the final stanza, which proved to
be deeply moving, followed by a heart-stopping stillness to the final orchestral
bars.
It had originally been intended that Kožená would sing three versions of
Susanna’s aria from Le nozze di Figaro. On account of her illness, she
quite reasonably decided to concentrate upon the Mahler songs and one of the
Mozart arias, which had been reconstructed by Sir Charles Mackerras. Here she
seemed much more at home, which added to my doubts as to whether Mahler was
really for her. She sang with style and animation, adroitly accompanied by
Rattle and the orchestra. I could understand why Mozart gave up on this aria,
though; it is too redolent of the world of opera seria. Perhaps the
Countess might have sung it but hardly Susanna.
Before this, the VPO’s principal harpist, Xavier de Maistre, had stepped in as
substitute, saving the day with a marvellous reading of Debussy’s Danse
sacrée et danse profane. Rattle has often excelled in French repertoire and
so again it proved here; soloist, orchestra, and conductor seemed utterly at
ease in what must have been something of an impromptu performance. The music
sounded like an invitation and indeed admission to a magical kingdom, both
dances seductive in their different and all-too-similar ways. For Debussy, any
distinction between sacred and profane is unlikely to hold for long. De Maistre
proved effortlessly evocative, likewise the Vienna strings. This kingdom was
akin to one in which Pelléas had lived – and ruled, as evinced by the modal
harmonies of triumph at the close. This being Debussy, however, there remained a
rightful sense of ambiguity.
Finally, we heard Mozart’s great G minor symphony. I am sorry to say that this
performance did not convince me at all. The Vienna Philharmonic can doubtless
play this music in its sleep. Rattle would therefore have been right to guard
against complacency but the hyperactivity of this rendition was maddening. The
micro-management that had often worked – sometimes surprisingly – in Haydn
sounded completely out of place in Mozart, not least since the sense of line
that had always endured in the former did not stand a chance on this occasion.
From the outset, the first movement sounded cultured rather than tragic and this
did not change. Irritating dynamic exaggerations were taken too far – and then
further still. The modulations at the beginning of the development section gave
a good sense of queasy disorientation. Thereafter, however, the music was
vehement but still not tragic. ‘Period’ mannerisms were sometimes applied,
giving an impression of the world’s least ‘authentic’ orchestra being asked to
play with one hand tied behind its back. Matters improved in the recapitulation,
with a splendid transformation of tone colour for the brief false dawn of the
major mode. But it was all too late and was followed by a hopelessly mannered
coda. The Andante was taken so breathlessly that I had a sense of
something approaching enforced cheerfulness. Perhaps this is how Rattle hears
the music; I cannot imagine why. I longed for a relaxation of the basic, all too
metronomic pulse, but it was not to be. The minuet once again evinced vigour
without tragedy; it needs to be presented with greater dignity. Here, the
lighter passages sounded uncomfortably close to Mendelssohnian fairy music,
although the horns were to die for. The opening of the finale appeared to herald
something better, even if it remained excitable rather than devastating.
Inclusion of clarinets paid off handsomely when it came to the ravishing
Harmoniemusik of the second subject. The grand rhetoric that announced the
development section rang false, however, given the aforementioned lack of
tragedy, as did the all-too-theatrical Luftpause at its close.
One might have seized upon certain ideas in this account and approved of them;
yet, without a greater sense of the whole, what Furtwängler called Fernhören,
it could not but remain less than the sum of its parts. Although more
ingratiating, Rattle’s Mozart sounded like something akin to Harnoncourt-lite.
It was a pity that this, rather than his Haydn, concluded the concert.
Mark Berry
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