Three 
          Strauss rarities served as a delicious prelude to one of the most familiar 
          pieces in classical music in this week's San Francisco Symphony subscription 
          concerts. Lyric baritone Thomas Hampson lent tremendous class to Richard 
          Strauss' seldom-heard Notturno, a 15-minute song-cum-tone poem, 
          and Hymnus, a shorter song for baritone and orchestra. Both were 
          written in the waning years of the 19th century, but their restless 
          harmonic shifts and quicksilver response to the texts look ahead to 
          Strauss' more familiar operas, most tellingly Salome.
        
        The 
          program opened with Festival Music for the City of Vienna, an 
          extended fanfare for trumpets, trombones, tubas and timpani. After intermission 
          came Beethoven's Symphony No. 5 in C minor, a much better representative 
          of music that debuted in Vienna.
        
        Hampson's 
          command of the long line, astonishing breath control, exquisite phrasing 
          and innate sense of drama made the Strauss songs come to life. Tilson 
          Thomas and the orchestra were right with him, together making a strong 
          case that Notturno ought to be heard a lot more than it is. The 
          piece is based on a poem by Richard Dehmel, whose "Verklärte Nacht" 
          inspired Schoenberg's sextet written, coincidentally, in the same year 
          (1899). Notturno has much of the same over-the-top romanticism, 
          in this case a description of a dream (or nightmare, more accurately) 
          encounter with Death on a snowy field.
        
        Icy, 
          hollow, sustained chords set the scene with a few strokes. The voice 
          begins its narrative almost immediately and doesn't really pause until 
          the end, shifting its colors from sepulchral to warm to poignant. The 
          poem's reference to the sigh of (Death's) violin ("kam seiner Geige 
          Hauch daher") introduces a sinuous solo violin line, played with 
          a piercing chill by associate concertmaster Nadya Tichman.
        
        Although 
          the music ebb and flows, Strauss never lets the melody soar. It's not 
          that kind of poem, and it's not that kind of work. The music warms up 
          from time to time, but ultimately it's about coming to terms with the 
          cold face of death. And, in the end, it does. A remarkable piece.
        
        Hymnus, 
          about 4 minutes in length, is the third of four songs in Strauss' Opus 
          33 titled "Four Songs for Voice with Orchestral Accompaniment," written 
          in 1897. It's a paean to an unnamed "great goddess," which rolls along 
          fervently until the final lines, "until death tears up (your maternal 
          heart)" (bis der Tod sie zerreist"). A full silence precedes 
          the line, which is the only one repeated in the piece, and it ends on 
          a restful cadence. Interesting that both pieces hang on the singer dealing 
          with death, one ending with quiet acceptance, the other with poignancy. 
          Hampson, one of the consummate lieder singers of our day, invested them 
          both with raw emotion covered with quiet dignity.
        
        The 
          open brass piece was a disquieting choice. It debuted in Vienna in 1943 
          at a celebration for Hitler, the composer in attendance, and the martial 
          cadences dredge up unflattering associations, real or imagined, between 
          Strauss and the Nazis. It's an example of occasional music in which 
          the occasion might better be forgotten, but the title makes it difficult. 
          It must be fun, however, for the 21 brass players, arranged antiphonally 
          in a single arc in front of the timpani. They played it with relish.
        
        Tilson 
          Thomas got off to a wonderful start with Beethoven’s Fifth, the first 
          movement showing just the right rhythmic punch while allowing enough 
          space for expressive phrasing in the strings and the occasional rubato. 
          The Andante con moto lost a little moto, however, when 
          the brass continually entered just a hair late. From there on, the pulse 
          lost an edge that it didn't regain until the stretto at the very 
          end of the finale.
        
        There 
          was much to appreciate, especially the masterful work of the woodwinds 
          in the third and fourth movements. Tilson Thomas coaxed expressive dynamic 
          shifts from the strings, creating atmospheric moments and plenty of 
          excitement. And that final accelerando into the coda had a sense 
          of improvisation that only a really good performance can achieve.
        Harvey Steiman