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SEEN AND HEARD RECITAL REVIEW
            
            
            Schubert, Die schöne Müllerin: 
            
            Mark Padmore (tenor)  Till Fellner (piano)  Wigmore Hall, London, 
            19. 5.2008  (ME)
            
            
            In his touching and knowledgeable notes, Mark Padmore refers to this 
            song cycle as ‘…the Hamlet…of the repertoire’ and says that his 
            initiation in the work was with Fischer-Dieskau – it is clearly 
            these two influences which have most fruitfully shaped his own 
            understanding, a reading strong on tenderness, questioning and 
            doubting, and with exact attention to the poetry as its most 
            remarkable feature. The partnership with Till Fellner, looking so 
            much the Head Boy to Padmore’s Housemaster, made for exactly the 
            right blend of impetuousness and gravity, and if overall the 
            performance lacked a little of the febrile, and tended at times 
            towards a little too much whiteness of tone, it was nevertheless an 
            evening of beautiful singing, revelatory playing and often moving 
            interpretation.
            
            Fellner’s pounding out of those wandering steps and crashing 
            mill-wheels in the first song was a little dogged for my taste, and 
            the voice seemed to be heading too much in the direction of what 
            Thomas Quasthoff once scornfully called ‘Schön Singen,’ with its 
            emphasis on lovely tone and playing down of any sense of youthful 
            exuberance. However, even here there were signs of the potential 
            greatness to come, with ‘Das sehn wir auch den Rädern ab’ as finely 
            articulated as you could wish for. With Wohin this 
            partnership really seemed to come together, the rippling piano 
            supporting the voice without overpowering it, and the singing 
            revealing Padmore’s naturally fine tone and flawless technique, ‘Es 
            singen wohl die Nixen’ totally avoiding any hint of the preciousness 
            into which so many singers fall, and that repeated ‘fröhlich nach’ 
            beautifully floated.
            
            Both singer and pianist were at their best in the quieter, more 
            reflective songs, the more lusty, frenetic pieces such as 
            Ungeduld tending to show a touch of strain here and there, the 
            weight needed in the voice not always being in evidence. In 
            contrast, Der Neugierige, even if it lacked the last ounce of 
            delicate hesitancy in the vorspiel, was close to perfection – ‘O 
            Bächlein meiner Liebe’ sung with exactly the required sense of 
            almost-reverence, and ‘Die ganze Welt mir ein’ given just the right 
            pressure on ‘ganze.’
            
            I always think of Pause and Mit dem grünen Lautenbande 
            as the most crucial songs in the cycle; here, the former was given 
            its full weight, with ‘durchschauert mich’ vividly evoking a shudder 
            and the piano at the questioning close darkly suggesting that the 
            answer will not be a joyful one, but the latter was lacking in 
            anger. That emotion was held in check until Die böse Farbe, 
            the final ‘Zum Abschied deine Hand!’ positively searing. Trockne 
            Blumen revealed the intimacy and subtlety of this partnership, 
            the directness of the singing complemented by the urgency of the 
            piano – ‘Ach, Tränen machen / Nicht maiengrun, / Machen tote Liebe / 
            Nicht wieder blühn’ might not quite have reduced one to the 
            quivering wreck evoked by certain other singers, but there was 
            certainly a little lip-trembling. The tremendous close was as finely 
            done as you could wish for, those repeats of ‘Heraus, heraus’ just 
            on the right side of hysteria. The closing ‘lullaby’ avoided any 
            sense of monotony, with Fellner’s robust phrasing suggesting not 
            sleep but troubled dreams, and Padmore’s gentle narrative reaching 
            its high point at ‘Dass ich die Augen ihm halte bedeckt’ rather than 
            at the more optimistic final lines. 
            The 
            performance was recorded by BBC Radio 3 for broadcast on May 28th, 
            and it will be followed by a Winterreise on Wednesday May 21st 
            (with Julius Drake) to be broadcast on June 4th, and  
            Schwanengesang plus Beethoven Lieder on Saturday 24th,
             broadcast on June 11th.
            
            I shall be there for the Saturday but not the Wednesday – those who 
            may also miss this one might like to know that Padmore is one of the 
            stars of the remarkable Festival de Valloires, and he will be 
            singing Winterreise (with Imogen Cooper) there on August 12th. 
            If you don’t know of this Festival, this might be the year you 
            should get acquainted with it: described by Le Figaro as ‘a 
            musical bridge between France and England,’ it is set in a wonderful 
            18th century abbey surrounded by the most glorious 
            gardens, just about an hour and a half from the Channel Tunnel but a 
            world away. This year also features Ian Bostridge, Paul Lewis and 
            the Belcea Quartet – if that sounds like The Wigmore Hall in rural 
            France, then come on down –
            
            www.festival-valloires.com.
            
            Melanie Eskenazi 

