CONCERTS OF THE YEAR 2004
             
            
            Opera of the Year: 
              Salome, Metropolitan 
              Opera House, New York
             
            Concert of the Year: 
              Mahler’s 
              Third, Berliner Philharmoniker and Bernard Haitink, London and Berlin
             
            Recital of the Year: 
              Ivan 
              Moravec, Czech music recital, London
             
             
            MARC BRIDLE, EDITOR
             
            Last year 
              I had considerable difficulty recommending any concert performance; 
              opera triumphed. This year, the reverse has been the case, despite 
              the fact that English National Opera’s misunderstood Ring cycle 
              has at times impressed. With the notable exception of the LSO, who 
              are widening the gap between themselves and other British orchestras 
              with each concert, the most notable performances have been given 
              by visiting orchestras. 
             
            Two ‘events’ 
              lead this years concert choices: Bernard Haitink’s 75th 
              birthday celebrations in London and the 100th anniversary 
              of the London Symphony Orchestra. One concert featured both – Mahler’s 
              Sixth, a performance of considerable freshness. In any standard 
              year it would have been my first choice, but standing head and shoulders 
              above anything else I have heard this year – and it is possibly 
              the finest Mahler concert I have been to since Karajan did Mahler’s 
              Ninth in Salzburg in 1982 – is Haitink’s performance of Mahler's 
              Third with the Berliner Philharmoniker.  
              This concert will become the stuff of legend. 
             
            Other 
              notable events include Claudio Abbado’s electrifying Act II from 
              Tristan 
              at Lucerne and Daniel Barenboim with the West-Eastern Divan Orchestra 
              in Tchaikovsky and 
              Beethoven. A magnificent concert with the London Symphony Orchestra 
              conducted by Myung-Whun Chung contained a revelatory performance 
              of Brahms' 
              Symphony No.1: the work doesn’t get many finer performances than 
              this. For sheer bravura, Maris Jansons’ first Prom with 
              the Bavarian Radio Symphony Orchestra will remain forever in the 
              memory. When lights failed on the stage during the ‘Battle Scene’ 
              of Ein Heldenleben both orchestra and conductor continued, note 
              perfect and with even greater intensity, as if nothing had happened. 
              The following night they gave an incandescent performance of Tchaikovsky’s 
              Sixth symphony. Without question, the recital of the year was Ivan Moravec's 
              incandescent lunchtime concert of Janácek, Smetana and Suk. Such 
              magnetic playing is today a genuine rarity. 
             
            CLAY ANDRES
             
            Even 
              as we love going to concerts, we don’t expect every performance 
              to be thrilling or even necessarily wonderful. We enjoy hearing 
              pieces well played, with some spark of spontaneity, and in surroundings 
              that bring people together for collective enjoyment. There were 
              some duds this year that didn’t even manage to achieve this minimal 
              standing, but there was also one that transcended all others. It 
              went beyond spark to real combustatory glory. On what turned into 
              a very unhappy election night in the U.S., I heard a 19-year-old 
              pianist/composer at Yale University play American music of the 20th 
              Century; Adams’s China Gates, Barbar’s Excursions, 
              Rzewski’s Four North American 
              Ballads, and the artists’ own Piano Sonata #1 (actually written 
              in 2002). Firstly, the programming was both varied and brave. Nothing 
              trite or expected for this imposing young man with a seemingly limitless 
              range of technique. These are difficult works for both artist and 
              audience, but they are also united by a theme of being very American 
              works. Secondly, the depth of feeling brought to these works was 
              clear to all. The pianist had obviously made these pieces his own 
              and was able to communicate this without distracting from the music 
              itself. Finally, the performances were riveting; colorful, deeply 
              expressive, and full of contrasts from heartbreakingly lyrical to 
              astoundingly wild. This is a powerhouse pianist whose performance 
              stunned even me, his very circumspect father. I hope all readers 
              will forgive me for what appears to be a very self-serving review, 
              but Timothy has a combination of talents that makes him a stunning 
              performer even to those who know him best and have been known to 
              be most critical. And don’t just take my word for it. You can sample 
              excerpts of his performances at http://www.andres.com/timo.
             
            COLIN CLARKE
             
            For sheer 
              discovery, Donizetti's 
              Pia took some beating 
              and Boulez 
              and the LSO renewed acquaintance with magnificent results. A Midsummer Night’s Dream showed ENO 
              at its best and Birtwistle's Second 
              Mrs Kong was a reminder of a modern masterpiece. Outstanding 
              chamber music came from the Skampa Quartet 
              at the Wigmore Hall and for sheer endeavour there was the Semley 
              Music Festival. 
             
            MELANIE ESKENAZI
             
            I 
              don’t think anyone who reads my reviews will be surprised at my 
              choice of two recitals given at the Wigmore Hall on 8 and 10 November, 
              by Matthias Goerne and Eric Schneider. I’m absolutely unapologetic 
              about my opinion that Goerne is the greatest currently active singer 
              of Lieder, and these recitals gave ample evidence for this. The 
              first 
              evening was made up of a brilliantly structured programme of Schubert 
              and Eisler, intertwining the composers’ similarities and divergences 
              in setting, emotion and style: the singing of Eisler’s ‘Hollywood 
              Songbook’ extracts was absolutely masterly, and the programme’s 
              conclusion, Schubert’s sublime ‘Frühlingsglaube’ was inspired. 
             
            The 
              second 
              recital was all Schubert, selected by William Lyne, and it fulfilled 
              the chief obligation placed upon all great performance: the presentation 
              of well loved material in such a way as to make the audience hear 
              it as though it has never been heard before. The concluding ‘Abschied’ 
              (D 475) was the epitome of the art of Lieder singing: a whole world 
              in miniature, understated yet ardent emotion, and technical assurance 
              of a rare kind in both piano and voice – the bittersweet nature 
              of ‘Ach, wie wird das Herz betrübt’ can rarely have been so poignantly 
              conveyed. 
             
            BRUCE HODGES
             
            Richard 
              Strauss seemed to get the job done this year.  
              In New York, the incandescent Karita Mattila was the erotically 
              charged lightning rod that ignited the Met’s new Salome 
              (and here), 
              with outstanding colleagues including Bryn Terfel, Larissa Diadkova, 
              and Matthew Polenzani.  The 
              magnificent Met Orchestra did a riveting account of the score, with 
              everything overheated to perverted perfection by Valery Gergiev.  
              Pray for the DVD release soon.  
              In Los 
              Angeles, Esa-Pekka Salonen and the Los Angeles Philharmonic 
              unveiled the Walt Disney Concert Hall’s mind-blowing new pipe organ 
              with two more Strauss blockbusters and a raucously entertaining 
              world premiere by James MacMillan, all three with the sensational 
              British organist Wayne Marshall of Manchester’s Bridgewater Hall.
             
            But 
              the year was packed to overflowing, including superb recitals by 
              Pierre-Laurent Aimard (Carter and 
              Ives) and Maurizio Pollini (Chopin 
              and Debussy), the incomparable Arditti Quartet making Ligeti and 
              Lachenmann look easy, Sir Colin Davis as commander-in-chief 
              of the London Symphony Orchestra in a brilliantly played Peter Grimes, 
              the New York New Music Ensemble with its steel-fingered pianist 
              Stephen Gosling in a double-whammy of Feldman 
              and Grisey, and Pierre Boulez with the Cleveland 
              Orchestra in a dazzling evening of Dalbavie, Messiaen, Ravel 
              and Bartók.  And a work that 
              continues to linger in the mind is Steve 
              Heitzeg's ambitious Nobel Symphony, given the 
              star treatment last spring in Minneapolis by VocalEssence and its 
              celebrated conductor Philip Brunelle.  
              With computer-generated graphics by the Minneapolis College 
              of Art + Design, Heitzeg’s work had as its core an eloquent reimagining 
              of Pablo Neruda: “Peace begins in a single chair.”
             
            BERNARD JACOBSON
             
            The claims of several Philadelphia 
              Orchestra concerts conducted by Christoph Eschenbach (and one in 
              which Jiri Belohlávek offered the best performance of Dvorák’s “New 
              World” Symphony I can remember hearing); of a Riccardo Muti evening 
              in New York with the Philharmonic that included a superb Brahms 
              2 and a group of Mozart concert arias masterfully sung by Thomas 
              Quasthoff; of several performances by the German baritone Matthias 
              Goerne; and of thrilling recitals by two pianists you have probably 
              never heard of, Idil Biret 
              in Allentown, Pennsylvania, and Santiago Rodriguez 
              in Charlottesville, Virginia, and by one whom you certainly will 
              hear of, the young Brian Ciach, 
              who gave an extraordinary graduation recital at Philadelphia’s Temple 
              University–all of these must, with reluctance, be set aside. In 
              almost any year, the performance of Schubert's 
              Winterreise that Ian Bostridge 
              and Leif Ove Andsnes gave at Carnegie Hall in October would have 
              had to take first place on my list. The two have worked together 
              often enough by now to have developed a collaborative relationship 
              that sounds utterly instinctive. It was placed, on this occasion, 
              in the service of a searingly dramatic and at the same time discriminatingly 
              intelligent interpretation of what for many of us ranks as the greatest 
              of all song cycles. Bostridge’s voice, moreover, which has been 
              taking on added richness and strength over the last few years, was 
              in resplendent estate. Equally impressive was the technical and 
              musical command of Andsnes, who in my judgement ranks as the finest 
              pianist to have emerged in the past two or three decades–along with 
              Ignat Solzhenitsyn, who incidentally, in his other role as conductor, 
              led a performance of Shostakovich’s Fourteenth Symphony with Elena 
              Prokina, Sergei Leiferkus, and the Chamber Orchestra of Philadelphia 
              that also clamored for inclusion.
             
            BILL KENNY
             
            Since a fair number of my reviews are from Scandinavia 
              and more particularly from Finland, it should be no surprise to 
              find that my choices have a strong Nordic bias. My reviewing year 
              in Helsinki actually began in the last week of December 2003, with 
              exceptional performances of Peter 
              Grimes (conducted by Sakari Oramo) and with Mattila’s Katya Kabanova given on consecutive evenings by Finnish National Opera. 
              Either of these would have been strong contenders for my choices 
              of the year had it not been for the truly remarkable Ring that FNO staged this September, and a couple of other barnstormers.
             
            First 
              of these was the new Tristan 
              und Isolde from Royal Swedish Opera in March. ‘Mortgage 
              your Grandmother,’ I wrote at the time, ‘If only to hear Nina Stemme.’ 
              I still think that those who couldn’t part with Grannie missed one 
              of the great Wagner sopranos of all time and I do not say that lightly. 
              Supported by a strong cast of other principals and by expert conducting 
              from Leif Segerstam (another Finn)  
              in Hans – Peter Lehmann’s new and textually faithful production, 
              Nina Stemme gave an absolutely stunning performance as Isolde.  
              ‘Wagner can’t come much better than this,’ I remember thinking  at the time. 
             
            But 
              it could; in the form of FNO’s Ring 
              in September. Enter Ms Stemme once again as a fine Sieglinde 
              partnered this time by Jyrki Anttila, a held 
              in the making if ever there was, and another strong team including 
              Salminen as both Hunding and Hagen. The real ear-opener though was 
              Juha Uusitalo’s extraordinary Wotan. A capable Balstrode in Oramo’s 
              Grimes, Uusitalo became 
              positively majestic in this production in terms of both his effortless 
              singing and his acting. Three great Wagner singers in the same production 
              are rarities these days, but apart from its Brünnhilde, this production 
              had pretty well everything. It was definitely world-class opera 
              and abidingly memorable at that.
             
            Three 
              weeks after this and Uusitalo popped up again, this time as Scarpia 
              in Oramo’s concert- performance Tosca 
              in Birmingham. And yes, he did that magnificently too: this was   another commanding characterisation with the 
              same extraordinary voice, with the customary excellent diction and 
              with the same quietly and assured and easy acting. There’s no end 
              to this man’s talents apparently and equally little constraint on 
              Oramo’s abilities as an opera conductor or so it seems. With Claire 
              Rutter as an extremely competent Tosca and some lusty singing from 
              the two CBSO choruses this was another thoroughly enjoyable evening 
              of opera. The Finns (and one truly wonderful Swede) ruled in 2004 
              so far as I’m concerned.
             
            ALEXANDROS RIGAS
             
            The 
              indisputable first position is occupied by Bernard Haitink’s performance 
              of Mahler’s Third Symphony with the Berliner Philharmoniker in Berlin 
              on 25th September. It was the concert of a lifetime with 
              a finale that left everybody speechless. The involvement was total, 
              an absolute achievement. I hope that Haitink will conduct it again 
              (in an interview he gave the impression that these performances 
              of the Mahler Third would be the last ones under his baton).
             
            Very 
              close behind comes the concert the Leipzig Gewandhaus Orchestra 
              gave during the Athens Festival at the ancient “Herodeion” theatre 
              below the Acropolis on 23rd August. Herbert Blomstedt 
              conducted an all Brahms concert featuring the Greek violinist Leonidas 
              Kavakos in a fabulous performance of the Violin concerto. But the 
              revelation came with the First Symphony. One wondered what to admire: 
              the velvet strings, the fabulous and so characteristic winds or 
              Blomstedt’s perfectly balanced view of this over-played work? This 
              was an unforgettable experience leaving me with the rare impression 
              of “this is how it should be played”.
             
            ALEX RUSSELL
             
            In a year 
              of many fine concerts it is an invidious task to select a favourite. 
              Having said that I vote for veteran Mstislav Rostropovich's shattering 
              account of Shostakovich's Eighth Symphony with the LSO (Barbican Hall, 4th November, 
              2004).  I wrote in my review: 
              “Rostropovich's deeply moving account was one of the most violently 
              intense I have ever heard…The central climax in the Allegro non 
              troppo was pure terror, with the march-like timpani and brass savagely 
              characterized and the bass drum thuds giving the sensation of decapitation.”  
              The charismatic Rostropovich exuded total command over 
              his players, securing highly concentrated playing that had the audience 
              mesmerised from beginning to end: the hallmark of a great performance.
             
            This 
              was very closely followed by Myung-Whun Chung’s superlative account 
              of Brahms' First Symphony with the London Symphony Orchestra (Barbican, 5th 
              December 2004), which glowed from beginning to end; the finest I 
              have heard live since Celibidache’s 1980 LSO account. Not only did 
              the Korean conductor have a total grasp over the structure of the 
              score unifying all movements as an organic whole; he also realised 
              the powerful pathos, poetic lyricism and profound tragedy of the 
              music often obscured by bombastic accounts; the LSO’s playing was 
              warm and deeply expressive sounding more akin to a great German 
              orchestra. As Marc Bridle wrote of the performance: “…it was 
              the ending of the work that suggested Mr Chung is a master Brahms 
              conductor. Put simply, the conductor – as he did throughout the 
              performance – kept that sustained base line absolutely audible, 
              and his timpanist firmly under control. A broadening at the final 
              bar - rather than an accelerando dash during the bar – returned 
              us to where we had begun: in to an atmosphere of true cataclysm. 
              Brahms’ First doesn’t get much better than this.”
             
            Also 
              outstanding was Valery Gergiev’s impassioned account of Prokofiev's complete ballet Romeo & Juliet with the Rotterdam Philharmonic 
              Orchestra (RFH, 6th June 2004). Gergiev’s reading was refreshingly 
              raw and visceral, making the two and a half hours of ballet music 
              sound like a symphonic score.  The 
              playing of the Rotterdam Philharmonic Orchestra was rugged and metallic 
              with the brass and bass-drum in particular having nerve-shattering 
              dramatic intensity. Marc Bridle wrote: “It is a tribute to this 
              conductor’s talent for creating performances of searing intensity 
              that this performance held the interest for its entirety…None of 
              this would have been possible without the virtuosic playing of the 
              Rotterdam Philharmonic who seamlessly negotiated Gergiev’s extremes 
              of rubato with a polished consistency”.
             
            Last 
              but not least was Christoph Eschenbach’s deeply moving and sensitively 
              sung and superbly played account of Mahler's  Das Lied von der Erde 
              with Andreas Schmidt (bar) and  Yvonne 
              Naef (mezzo) with Orchestra de Paris, (Prom, Royal Albert Hall, 
              28th August, 2004).  While 
              the Orchestra de Paris is not usually associated with the music 
              of this composer, Eschenbach achieved an authentic ‘Mahler sound’, 
              notably with the poetically pointed woodwind.  As I said in my review of the concert: “Christoph 
              Eshenbach's reading of Das Lied was the finest performance I have 
              heard of this work in concert: this was a paradigm Mahler performance 
              with soloists, conductor and orchestra totally unified in their 
              vision.”
             
            HARVEY 
              STEIMAN
             
            It was 1984 and I was 
              just beginning to get serious about opera when Jon Vickers' portrayal 
              of Peter Grimes gobsmacked me. The Royal Opera Covent Garden was 
              performing in Los Angeles as part of a cultural festival before 
              the summer Olympic Games. I had never seen or heard an opera singer 
              so completely inhabit a role, sing it and act it with such power 
              and perfection. In the intervening years, in several hundred opera 
              performances, nothing has surpassed that individual effort for me 
              until Karita Mattila sashayed onto the stage at the Metropolitan 
              Opera in New York last spring as Salome. She was 
              mesmerizing.
             
            Because my colleague 
              Bruce Hodges reviewed this production twice here, I did not feel 
              the need to chime with essentially the same take. Mattila managed 
              the impossible, a woman past 40 convincing us she was a nasty little 
              teenage sexpot, all the while singing Strauss' music the way you 
              always wish you could hear it and seldom do, even in concerts. Bryn 
              Terfel as Jokanaan (in four performances) led a powerful cast up 
              and down the roster, and Valery Gergiev urged the Met Orchestra 
              into some astounding music making. A DVD is in the works for 2005 
              release. Don't miss it.
             
            Singers played a role 
              in my other favorite concerts this year -- two wonderfully intimate 
              recitals by the mezzo soprano Susanne Mentzer 
              at the Aspen Music Festival last summer, Thomas Quasthoff's amazingly 
              natural set of orchestrated Schubert songs with the San Francisco 
              Symphony in September, the star-studded gala in October that Lyric Opera 
              of Chicago threw itself to celebrate 50 years, and a beautifully 
              realized Cunning Little Vixen 
              starring Dawn Upshaw at San Francisco Opera in June.
             
            One memorable instrumental 
              concert among many by the San Francisco Symphony, which I am privileged 
              to hear year round, involved second chances. In late spring, Michael 
              Tilson Thomas conducted a second hearing of John Adams' My Father New Charles Ives and the world 
              premiere of the English composer Robin Holloway's orchestration 
              of Debussy's En Blanc et Noir. The Debussy/Holloway 
              made a strong first impression, but in May I felt it lacked the 
              clarity of Debussy's piano writing. A performance of a revised score 
              this fall was truly magical. The Adams reinforced my feeling that 
              this is his best work in years. That concert concluded with a riveting 
              account of Rimsky's Scheherezade, but I left still immersed in Adams' very personal paean 
              to an American original.
             
            HANS-THEODOR WOHLFAHRT
             
            In 
              the end, it is not the number of concerts or operas one attended 
              in a single season, but the ones one chose to go to and it seems 
              that I chose carefully and well. There were hardly any events I 
              forgot instantly; most were fascinating, being for repertoire or 
              interpretation or both, some were just plain awful. But in retrospect, 
              the highlight has been a one-hour BBC lunchtime recital at LSO St 
              Luke´s on May 13th. The Czech pianist Ivan Moravec 
              played works by his compatriots Janácek, Smetana and Suk. The editor 
              reviewed this concert and I entirely agree with him. Moravec is 
              the last pianist of an era which sadly, now, belongs to the past. 
              His tireless commitment to an ever more masterly interpretation 
              and his total involvement into the complexities of each single work 
              as well as his honesty are second to none. In this case, he also 
              understood perfectly well how to balance the acoustical difficulties 
              of this half empty hall – an hour to treasure forever. But I should 
              also mention two further events, which had hardly any coverage in 
              the national press. On May 17th Paul Crossley gave his 60th Birthday 
              Concert at the Wigmore Hall. It had been a feast of great contemporary 
              compositions starting with Takemitsu  
              (Crossley’s deeply felt transcription of the movement `Visions´ 
              from Takemitsu´s orchestral piece “Visions”,) followed by compositions 
              specially written for this occasion by Esa-Pekka Salonen, Magnus 
              Lindberg, George Benjamin, Hans Wener Henze and Oliver Knussen. 
              After the interval, Paul Crossley gave another example of his lifelong 
              refinement and understanding of Debussy’s works for piano with his 
              interpretation of Préludes Book 2. Without Paul Crossley, the pianist, 
              conductor and untiring champion of contemporary music, England would 
              be much poorer. The other event also 
              took place in the Wigmore Hall on June 8th, where Emily Pailthorpe 
              (Oboe), Julian Milford (Piano) and James Gilchrist (Tenor) played 
              rarely heard works by Bartók, Finzi, Vaughan-Williams, Patterson, 
              Ravel, Korth and Britten. My most overwhelming opera experience 
              happened at the Grange Park Opera with Tchaikovsky's 
              Charodeika on June 13th.
             
            PETER GRAHAME WOOLF, EMERITUS EDITOR
             
            We draw attention here 
              to a small selection of live events which particularly stick in 
              the memory, many of them not covered elsewhere.
             
            Leaving London's orchestral 
              concerts aside for others to recall, we went often to the refurbished 
              Wigmore Hall, where the Aviv String Quartet 
              made a huge impact, confirmed later at South Bank. The variety of 
              'chamber music' (still avoided by many concert goers) is illustrated 
              by just three unusual events which readers are likely to have missed; 
              Tarleton's Jig at Blackheath, Alice & Martin 
              Neary at St John's and O Duo 
              in the Purcell Room.
             
            Opera has been various 
              indeed. The colleges have delighted us as ever; Thomas's Mignon 
              (seen twice at the Guildhall) was an unexpected pleasure. We enjoyed 
              Raymond Gubbay's ill-fated venture 
              at the Savoy far more than the newspapers told us we ought to have. 
              At Holland Park, Puccini's La 
              Fanciulla was one of the best in a good season. Clockwork, at the Linbury, down below 
              the Royal Opera House, stays in the memory better than anything 
              upstairs. Family Matters, by six young composers, 
              anticipated the greatly deplored demise of the Bridewell 
              Theatre, that irreplaceable music theatre centre. I Fagiolini 
              made Monteverdi madrigals into a virtual opera 
              in Greenwich, where the annual Early Music Festival 
              jamboree brought huge crowds from many countries. 
             
            Rewarding festivals 
              abroad included contemporary music 
              at Amsterdam and Lucerne (Boulez's Festival 
              Academy and Ullmann's The Kaiser of Atlantis 
              on the lakeside); early music in 
              Antwerp and most notably of all, a unique coming together 
              of nations and faiths singing Musica Sacra International in Bavaria.