Les français returned to Symphony Hall and the Boston Symphony Orchestra, a kind of home-away-from-home. This time Alain Altinoglu and Thierry Escaich showcased the Hall’s Æolian-Skinner-Foley-Baker organ in works of Poulenc and Saint-Saëns, plus some Debussy from the regular BSO forces. Altinoglu conducted and organist Escaich played at the speed of insight in a seamless program Friday afternoon which found the BSO in full bloom.
With astonishing precision and profound empathy, Altinoglu’s conducting mirrored the Suite from Pelléas et Mélisande. Debussy’s signature melding of the modernistic and coloristic flowed in wave after wave, in ongoing swells, all through a magnificently emotive Boston Symphony Orchestra.
No mention of the excerpts came from the opera in today’s booklet, the title appearing with “arranged by Alain Altinoglu” (in contrast to the Monteux 1957 performance, which provided such detail). No need, so all-in-one was this 22-minute reflection on the three-hour oeuvre from Debussy, musicien français. Altinoglu’s penetration of the aria-free, orchestra-centric writing, advanced this love story with moments of “hesitant tenderness” (words of Debussy) reaching the ecstatic that finally succumbed to the tragic. One could even imagine Altinoglu’s finely wrought arrangement in tandem with the BSO’s superbly artistic achievement as a perfect introduction for getting to know the entirety of this one-of-a-kind stagework.
Antinoglu ordained fluid shifts of orchestral vantage points as if announcing, “Balance be gone.” In one instance, a prominent English Horn displayed close-up as it were, signaling with a backcloth of nearly mute strings, and in another, a trumpet’s strong declaration quickly vanished amid a sea of instruments. Maeterlinck’s symbolistic play and the opera’s plot both had to take back seat to an idealistic amalgam of deeply intuited musical sensuousness that felt distinctly French.
“Imperfect perfection that is mine,” as Poulenc once described his work. Bringing into existence the Concerto for Organ, String Orchestra, and Timpani, drove the composer to tears because of a good deal of rethinking and revision. From the very start, the opening fortissimo chords and toccata flourishes unmistakably of Baroque flavor electrified through the ministrations of Thierry Escaich. The French organist, composer, and improviser, as has been the long tradition of organists, implemented all these sides. Escaich chose to override emphasis on Poulenc’s musical references such as those to Bach, those allusions to Keystone Cops, and those self-effacing passages of the fingernail biting composer, himself. Rather, Escaish transfixed Poulenc with a Roman Catholic resolve, stirring up organistic mysticism suggestive of Duruflé and Tournemire that would have Nadia Boulanger, an organphile herself, thrilled.
Symphony Hall perfectly suited the edgy dynamism of Escaich’s drive toward a purity so thankfully illuminatingly all the while exploring a sizable range of stops. Near the Concerto’s end, quieted rumbling from a 32-foot rank underpinned the ne plus ultra. Timpanist Daniel Bauch, Alain Altinoglu, and the BSO strings kept in lock-step.
It seemed preordained for Debussy, Poulenc and the Saint-Saëns Symphony No. 3, Organ Symphony to share a program. For one thing, the Debussy suite had no aria type melodies, the Poulenc concerto had little virtuosic demands, and the so-called Organ Symphony generally employed the instrument as a member of the orchestra. For another, the afternoon grew ever bigger, fuller. The timpani and organ surprised in the forefront just before the final massive major chord, delivered tutti and fortissimo. About the Saint-Saëns Concerto annotator Hugh Macdonald wrote, “the earlier pages suggest a more questioning and searching character.” And he quoted the composer who doubted the lasting power of his work: “I have given it all that I had to give. What I have done I shall never do again.”
From a darkly hushed image of a Medieval castle image that began Friday afternoon’s concert to a brightly lit majestic pronouncement that closed it, may les français at Symphony Hall and the Boston Symphony long resound.