Haydn, Symphony No.88
Mahler, Symphony No.5
‘What can one play after Mahler’s Fifth?’ enquired
Simon Rattle of the audience, after this stunning performance: ‘Play
it again!’ someone yelled, to be greeted with cheering – and, had they
done so, I am sure that very few of us would have wanted to move out
of that hall, since we had just been privileged to experience performances
of these two well-loved works which came as near to perfection as anyone
can hope for on this earth.
Haydn’s 88th Symphony has been offered as
an opener by just about every orchestra, but this was something else;
from the very first bars, one was made aware of the truth of Rattle’s
assertion that ‘...the level of ability is breathtaking, I mean almost
vertigo – inducing.’ This is what classical (in the sense of 18th
Century) orchestral playing should be about; elegant without coldness,
glossy without superficiality, sparkling without triviality. Rattle
inspired the players to achieve a wonderfully polished performance yet
one that lacked nothing in feeling, an achievement best exemplified
in the superb Adagio, which featured some stunning playing by the principal
oboe (Albrecht Mayer, well known to those who have heard his wonderfully
fluid accompaniment to Matthias Goerne’s Bach Cantatas) and the ‘cellos
and double basses. The Trio’s bagpipe drones can seldom have sounded
so rustic, and despite a rather surprising feeling of tentativeness
from the higher strings at the start of the Allegretto, this was a performance
of the 88th which would have delighted the ‘Great sovereign
of the tuneful art.’
It was, of course, Mahler’s 5th Symphony that everyone had
come to hear, and Rattle and the Philharmonikers did not disappoint.
Every time I read an article, analysis or review of a performance or
recording of this work, someone seems to be trying to persuade me that
it was with this symphony that Mahler finally came out into the open
(whatever that may mean), cast aside his wordy, poetic style and went
for something akin to what might properly be called symphonic form;
well, that always sounded bogus to me, since the 5th is just
as gloriously word-bound as the 4th and the vocal works with
orchestra, it’s just that the instruments, in this case most obviously
the Horn, replicate the voice in every possible way, and it was the
chief of the many glories of this performance that Rattle had understood
this in such a way as no other Mahler conductor I have heard.
The opening Trumpet fanfare was positively blazing,
setting the scene for a ‘Trauermarsch’ that was utter perfection; yes,
this is funereal music, but like the ‘Kindertötenlieder’ which
it quotes, it is also meltingly tender in character, and the way in
which the opening bars remained in one’s head throughout, the superb
management of the rests, and the constant evocation of that pouring
rain sound in the violins, so evocative of Keats’ phrase about being
‘drowned and rotted like a grain of wheat,’ were all absolutely searing.
The second movement showed the orchestra reaching sublime heights; the
biting edge of the percussion was especially remarkable here, as were
the tautness maintained between the ethereal harp and the accompanying
strings, and the almost painful tension of the conclusion.
The Scherzo, over which Mahler had agonized more than
any other of his works to that date, showed that Rattle had understood
what the composer wanted – ‘Every note is charged with life, and the
whole thing whirls round in a giddy dance.’ Giddy it may have been at
times, but it was also elegant when required, with some especially fine
string playing (exquisite portamenti) in the waltzes, and the Horn ‘solo’
(Stefan Dohr) was played with serene mastery. Rattle had decided to
follow the instructions given in Mengelberg’s full score, that the horn
should be very prominent, with the soloist placed at the front, and
it worked triumphantly; there was no sense of undue separation from
the body of the orchestra, yet the horn was given its proper weight;
it will be difficult to experience this movement in any other way from
now on.
Everyone knows the ‘Adagietto,’ whether through its
use in ‘Death in Venice’ or the romantic tale of how the composer used
it as a wordless proposal to Alma, so its performance presents the special
challenges raised by familiarity and expectation. This was not an unduly
drawn out version – I made it just over nine minutes – yet the overwhelming
sense of this ‘song without words’ was that of introspection, delicacy
and tenderness without being cloying; I found it intensely moving, especially
in the way Rattle managed the phrasing, so very song – like in its quality.
What was even more remarkable was the way in which you were made to
feel that this was not an isolated piece, but a part of a larger whole,
and when the tremendous, shattering relief of the Finale came it was
not as a sharp contrast but created a similar feeling to that which
one gets as ‘In diesem Wetter’ begins after the brief sunlight at the
end of ‘Oft denk’ ich, sie sind nur ausgegangen!’ – and that, I am sure,
is precisely what Mahler wanted.
The closing bars of the Finale were simply overwhelming
in their sense of release, with direction and playing of the most searing
intensity, with every member playing as if possessed. A thunderous,
heartfelt standing ovation followed and when the players remained seated
when invited to take another bow, Rattle said ‘Well, if they won’t stand
up, I suppose we’d better play something…’ and the ‘something’ was an
exquisite performance of Satie’s ‘Gymnopédie’ which closed the
evening in a state of authentic rapture.
Melanie Eskenazi