Tantalizing ambiguity was the order of this past Saturday evening at Tanglewood’s Koussevitzky Music Shed, where a stylistically eclectic grouping of works by Ives, Strauss and Tchaikovsky all played with notions of death and eternity. Replacing an ailing Christoph von Dohnányi, Ken-David Masur led the BSO with a steady hand, projecting assurance in a program of music that delivers anything but.
I can’t help but remark on the uncanny timeliness of the opener, Charles Ives’s The Unanswered Question. Played against a backdrop illuminated in blue, white and red (presumably to honor the Bastille Day attack victims in Nice), the work’s understated, subtly eerie qualities seemed all-too-well-suited to this age of fearful uncertainty. Ives’s music comes across like an anxious attempt at meditation, the regular breathing of the strings disrupted by troubling, unbidden interjections from woodwinds and brass. The accomplished performance set a pensive tone that persisted to a greater or lesser extent throughout the evening.
Adding a bit of flash to these sober proceedings, guest star Renée Fleming sauntered majestically onto the stage to join the orchestra for Vier Letzte Lieder, Strauss’ haunting, valedictory song cycle. Clad in a glittering champagne-colored gown and a mauve/taupe floor length brocade jacket, the soprano cut a regal figure; though she sang nothing from Rosenkavlier, she looked every inch the Marschallin.
The first two songs of the set, “Frühling” and “September”, came off as subdued, almost to the point of listlessness. This was perhaps appropriate for the second piece, speaking as it does of unbearable weariness, but less so for the opening song depicting rapturous dreams of spring. Despite a general balance of forces between voice and orchestra, Fleming’s low range remained somewhat hard to hear at the start; one hoped that the Shed’s amplification system served audience members seated at the back of the house and on the lawn.
With the third song, the almost unbearably tender “Beim Schlafengehen,” Fleming reminded opera fanatics of her status as a leading Strauss interpreter. The full, rosy glow of her warm soprano lent sensuality to this monumental lullaby, exquisitely matched by the aching loveliness of Malcolm Lowe’s violin. With “Im Abendrot”, Masur guided Lowe, Fleming and the ensemble through to a serene yet spooky twilight decrescendo, the last note lingering on the air like a wisp of smoke.
Fleming readily obliged a wildly appreciative audience with an encore, Strauss’s “Cäcilie,” Op. 27, No. 2, permitting her to launch into the high drama intentionally absent from the preceding song cycle. Complemented by Jessica Zhou’s harp virtuosity, Fleming received an ecstatic reception from the Tanglewood crowd.
Despite a heartbreaking desire to master the symphonic genre, Pyotr Tchaikovsky never quite reached the same degree of accomplishment that characterizes his output as a composer of ballet and other stage music. This frustration is borne out by the style and substance of his Symphony No. 6 in B minor, Op. 74, “Pathétique,” which had its premiere nine days before the composer’s mysterious death in 1893.
Perhaps as a means of addressing structural flaws, Masur approached the evening’s final offering with Germanic gravitas, choosing to emphasize the verticality of harmonic blocks instead of the linear motion of individual motives. Though the tactic lent the symphony weight and moment it otherwise lacks, it may also have detracted from what Tchaikovsky provides best: melodies and melodrama. Still, the conductor imbued this reading with his signature attributes, an affecting combination of emotion with restraint, polish with fire, conjuring an array of timbral effects. Masur skillfully moderated an eloquent dialogue between woodwinds and strings in the first movement, eliciting a truly mournful solo from William R. Hudgin’s clarinet. Throughout, timpanist Timothy Genis gave the best among several magnificent readings from the percussion section, bearing full witness to Tchaikovsky’s often-thrilling flair for theatrics.
In an evening of solid musicianship, it is worth noting that the least impressive performance originated not onstage, but in the house. I am sorry to report that a significant number of Saturday evening’s crowd bore witness not only to our 21st century culture of distraction but also to declining standards of concert etiquette and literacy. Though codes of conduct are understandably (and gratifyingly) relaxed at an outdoor summer concert, I was still taken aback by the sight of audience members Facebooking as the orchestra played, hissing commentary at each other in what might charitably be deemed stage whispers.
A second series of infractions involving ignorance of convention was perhaps less egregious, yet even more disruptive. Not only did the audience break up the flow of the Strauss cycle by loudly applauding between movements, but at the crashing final cadence of the “Pathétique’s” third movement, a significant number of the crowd leapt to their feet with the now-obligatory standing ovation. Since they failed to notice that Masur did not turn to acknowledge the house, one supposes the gesture was less a reflection on an admittedly fine performance than a desire to telegraph enjoyment to the rest of the room. Astonishingly, a number of attendees rose from their seats and made their way towards the parking lot even as the ensemble began the fourth movement; Masur, ever graceful under pressure, followed the old wartime British maxim by keeping calm and carrying on. Absurdity persisted, however, when yet more of the audience applauded after a thundering cadence midway through the final movement, eliciting audible chuckles from others in the crowd.
It is perhaps only fair to remark that part of the confusion may arise from the work’s atypical structure, ending as it does “not with a bang, but a whimper;” one has to wonder what Tchaikovsky, crippled by a lifelong fear of failure and rejection, would have thought of this audience’s reaction to his farewell composition.
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It’s 2016. By now, in the face of modern scholarship–not only in musicology but in biography as well–these tired, old tropes about Tchaikovsky and his music ought to be retired; and Kate Stringer should apologize for repeating them. I would point her to the scholarship of Alexander Poznansky, Roland John Wiley, Leon Botstein, Janet E. Kennedy, Natalia MiniBayeva, Susanne Dammann, Leslie Kearney, Arkadii Klimovistsky, Richard Taruskin, and even the criticism of the Guardian’s music critic Tom Service, among many others for a contemporary understanding of the worth, value, and genius of Tchaikovsky’s compositions, as the musical assessment of his work has undergone a sea-change since the fusty pronouncements of Theodor Adorno (which Ms. Stringer parrots) have deservedly been consigned to the dustbin. Tchaikovsky deserves better.
Comment by David M. Perkins — July 23, 2016 at 5:19 pm
Yeah, Adorno’s a dog who’s had his day.
Comment by denovo2 — July 23, 2016 at 5:49 pm
Comment by david moran — July 23, 2016 at 9:13 pm
What’s all this about Adorno ? The review doesn’t mention him. You don’t need to be one of his followers to find the music of Tchaikovsky unbearable. One doesn’t need any kind of intellectual critique at all; one only needs to listen to it. I suppose it depends to some degree on to what kind of music you have become conditioned; to me it sounds clumsy, cloying, and vulgar, alternating excited, meaningless blather with death-of-little-Nell sentimentality. Really the phrasing of the review is quite moderate; Tchaikovsky’s symphonies are characterized as a little less accomplished than his ballets and stage music, and “structural flaws” are mentioned in passing.
In his denunciation of the review, and defense of Tchaikovsky, Mr. Perkins appeals to the authority of a long list of biographers and musicologists, along with one middling journalist. This seems rather beside the point. The best defense of Tchaikovsky’s music has usually been that people like it, no matter what intellectual dictators like Adorno say. What relevance does biography or musicology have to that judgement ? Of course some people like to commingle dramatic details in the composer’s life with dramatic elements in the music in their imaginations, but this habit produces luscious fruit which rots quickly, and ends up trivializing the music, unless it is trivial already. And then there are those who don’t want to listen to a work until the composer has received a passing grade in their own private moral inquisition. Musicians, composers, and others interested in the means by which musical works are crafted, and the ways that craft develops, may certainly be curious about the composer’s mastery of technique, and may even enjoy the evidence of it in the finished work, but judgements of technique are not aesthetic judgements. Musicologists are not especially equipped to make musical assessments.
Comment by SamW — July 24, 2016 at 7:04 pm
So vigorously did I nod my head in agreement with SamW ‘s post that I fear my next appointment will be with a chiropractor.
Musicology’s job is to give the listener perspective about what is being listened to. As SamW points out, that is all it should do. But what better gift? Perspective newly gained is a wonderful thing to bring to a musical experience. Beware the musicologist who tells you what you should like or not like. If you are approaced by such a creature, tell them to mind their own business.
My own experience with Tchaikovsky Symphonies come from having played the viola parts to 5 and 6. No musicologist in the world could persuade me that the experience was a pleasurable one. I found both pieces largely insufferable. No amount of Taruskin scholarship could change my mind. He may well persuade me that these symphonies display trancendent craft. And I’m sure he will be right. He will never persuade me to find them pleasing . That is the job of a preacher, not a musicologist.
Congratulations to Kate Stringer for writing reviews that are informed but not ruled by scholarship.
Comment by Jonathan Brodie — July 25, 2016 at 12:14 pm
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