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              AND HEARD INTERNATIONAL CONCERT  REVIEW 
              
              Britten, Liszt, and Shostakovich: 
              Gerard Schwarz, cond., Arnaldo Cohen, piano, Seattle Symphony, 
              Benaroya Hall, 
              
              Seattle, 17.11.2007 (BJ) 
              
               
               
              
              A year ago I had occasion to say some fairly negative things about 
              a performance of Shostakovich’s Eleventh Symphony given by Valery 
              Gergiev and his Kirov Orchestra. Gergiev is an undeniably 
              charismatic conductor, but also in my opinion, so far as talent is 
              concerned, a vastly overrated one, and his interpretation of the 
              work paled in comparison with one that stands among the finest 
              performances – of any work stored in my musical memory. When 
              Gerard Schwarz conducted it, in the Seattle Symphony’s old home at 
              the Opera House, it was the kind of occasion that made me suddenly 
              realize, about forty minutes into the piece, that I had been 
              forgetting to breathe, so enthralling, so utterly spellbinding, 
              was the musical discourse.
              
              Now, twelve years later, Schwarz tackled the work again, and the 
              result was even finer. The two faster movements in this musical 
              evocation of the terrible events of “The Year 1905” 
              (Shostakovich’s subtitle for the symphony) had all the rhythmic 
              vitality, textural richness, and sheer murderous heft of that 
              earlier reading. It was in the third movement, a profoundly 
              expressive Adagio titled “Eternal Memory” and based on a Russian 
              revolutionary song, that this new realization attained its 
              unprecedented intensity and power. Some years ago, in an interview 
              for my book Conductors on Conducting, Carlo Maria Giulini 
              told me that there are two kinds of pianissimo: a true pianissimo, 
              and a pianissimo with a fortissimo contained within it – think of 
              the opening of Beethoven’s Ninth. In this performance, the superb 
              playing of the Adagio theme on muted violas surely constituted one 
              of the most sustained examples of the latter genre. The atmosphere 
              of bleak mourning, other orchestral elements gathering around the 
              tune with equally well-maintained restraint, seemed to persist 
              without hope of any change of mood, but when the fortissimos came 
              – in the middle of this movement and at the raucous opening of the 
              bloodcurdling finale – it was as if they had been there, implicit, 
              all the time.
              
              Aside from Ronald Johnson, who has to be mentioned for his 
              dramatic presentation of Shostakovich’s crucial timpani part, it 
              would be inappropriate to single out other orchestral soloists, 
              for what Schwarz drew from his orchestra was essentially an 
              ensemble triumph. It is the contribution of those violas that will 
              remain most indelibly etched on my mind, along with that of the 
              cellos and basses–their deliberately paced pizzicato commentary 
              was so delicately done that you felt it almost more than hearing 
              it, yet it was there on the edge of consciousness, palpable, 
              unmissable, and it tugged, ever so softly, at the heart. All of 
              this went to strengthen my conviction that, with the possible 
              exceptions of Yakov Kreizberg and Ignat Solzhenitsyn, Gerard 
              Schwarz has no rival among present-day conductors as an 
              interpreter of Shostakovich.
              
              The concert had begun with a brilliant piece of programming. This 
              was my first encounter with Russian Funeral, composed by 
              Benjamin Britten when he was 22, scored for brass and percussion, 
              and based on the same song, “You fell as victims,” used in 
              Shostakovich’s third movement. (Apparently the maestro had been 
              made aware of the Britten piece by a private research unit he has 
              at his disposal – none other than his gifted cellist son, Julian 
              Schwarz.) Performed with suitable vigor, it was followed by 
              Liszt’s Second Piano Concerto, in which Arnaldo Cohen’s projection 
              of the solo part combined virtuosity, lyrical grace, and the 
              elegance without which Liszt can be unjustly made to sound vulgar. 
              The Brazilian pianist’s tone is clean, warm, and blessedly free of 
              harshness throughout the instrument’s range, but perhaps the most 
              remarkable feature of his playing emerges in passages at the top 
              of the keyboard: where many pianists seem merely to tinkle, he is 
              able to conjure a sound that has true body. The performance was a 
              worthy centerpiece for one of the season’s outstanding concerts to 
              date.
              
              
              
              Bernard Jacobson
 
