Shostakovich and Schubert at Severance

Guest conductor Santtu-Matias Rouvali, less than a year after a summer appearance here, returned to Severance Hall this weekend to lead the Cleveland Orchestra in contrasting works by Shostakovich and Schubert. 

Rouvali was joined by cellist Sol Gabetta for the concert’s opening work, Shostakovich’s Cello Concerto No. 2, Op. 126.  Although I know the composers more popular First Cello Concerto well, I was unfamiliar with this work until tonight’s concert.  Fortunately, I was joined by a cellist friend of mine who filled me in on the work’s structure and technical details.  One hears in the concerto’s opening movement the extreme turmoil that burdened Shostakovich as he had to balance his own desire for artistic expression with the practical necessity of avoiding running afoul of the Soviet music bureaucracy. The work has numerous arresting touches, including some inventive orchestration and a parody of a popular Russian song from the 1920s (Kupite bubliki/Buy bagels).  Gabetta conveyed every mood, including the sense of conflict between the soloist and orchestra – doubtless a reflection of the composer’s own conflicts.  Her performance was rapturously received, and she performed a fascinating encore which was a musical dialogue between herself and the orchestra’s percussionist, Mark Damoulakis. 

 

Following intermission Rouvali returned to lead a work that could hardly be more different from the Shostakovich: Schubert’s Symphony No. 9 in C major, D. 944.  This is one of my five favorite symphonies and one of the first I heard in its entirely thanks to a cassette tape my father gave to me when I was about thirteen (the Cleveland/Szell recording on Columbia).  Rouvali’s performance was close to ideal, with a conception that was thought out but not micromanaged, with tempi that were never dragged, with playing that was polished but not prissy, and the whole stripped of the phony Gemütlichkeit which has marred too many performances of this work.  Thankfully, Rouvali skipped the optional repeats except for the trio of the third movement.  The melodies floated over the accompaniment in a way that was, well, Schubertian.  The finale positively swung.  One could take issue with the exaggerated ritard the conductor introduced in the coda of the first movement (somewhat traditional in some circles but unspecified in the score) but this was a minor quibble.  This was a life-affirming “Great” C major, not proto-Mahler.

Fauré, Poulenc, Casella, and Debussy at Severance

Guest conductor Daniele Rustioni led this weekend’s Cleveland Orchestra concerts in a program of mostly French music.

The concert began with Gabriel Fauré’s Suite from Pelléas et Mélisande.  The opening Prélude unfolded with pastoral serenity, while the following Entr’acte benefitted from feather-light playing by the orchestra’s strings.  The most well-known movement, Sicilienne - used for years as the opening to our local Classical station’s late-night program – featured a gorgeous flute solo.

The next work was one of my favorite non-piano concertos, Poulenc’s Concerto for Organ, Strings, and Timpani, featuring soloist Paul Jacobs, a regular visitor here.  This performance was more than the evening’s highlight, it was simply the finest performance of this work I’ve ever heard – either in concert or on recordings.  Jacobs and Rustioni gave this concerto, which too often sounds sectionalized, a dramatic through-line which clarified the work’s structure without sacrificing the piece’s elan.  It was a performance which balanced the conflicting sides of Poulenc’s personality: his religious rectitude and his secular sensuality.  To say the performance was well received is an understatement.  In response to the sustained ovation, Jacobs made his way back to the organ, sat down, turned to face the audience, and asked “Do you like Bach?”  Some affirming applause led to an encore by J. S. Bach, but I couldn’t name the specific work.

I wish I could say the rest of the concert was on the same level but, alas, that was not the case.  Following intermission Rustioni returned to lead the orchestra in Italia by Alfredo Casella.  The work, from 1909, is a skillfully orchestrated patriotic pastiche of popular Italian tunes, including “Funiculi, Funiculà.”  On the ride home, Daniel commented that the opening sounded like film music to him, and I’d had the exact same thought – specifically the more bombastic work of Max Steiner.  The conductor and orchestra clearly enjoyed delivering this rarely heard piece, and the audience enjoyed hearing it.  I didn’t mind hearing it either – once.

The final work on the program was Debussy’s La Mer.  Well played as it was, this performance was missing what the Poulenc concerto had in abundance – a unified conception.  Instead, it was a series of episodes and garish colors.  Rustioni’s micromanaging of parts of the score (which the orchestra plays with some regularity and could probably perform in their sleep) was as unnecessary as the vocalizing he was heard offering several times tonight.  I generally don’t get caught up in conductor’s platform manners, but it was appropriate that his concert took place on Easter weekend, because Rustioni hopped around on the platform like a bunny rabbit.