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              Liszt, Tchaikovsky, and Saint-Saëns: 
              Jun Märkl, cond., Horacio Gutiérrez, piano, Seattle Symphony, 
              Benaroya Hall, Seattle, 27.3.2008 (BJ)
              
              
              
              
              This was a no-holds-barred romantic program, and under Munich-born 
              Jun Märkl the three works included in it received suitably 
              brilliant and expressive performances from a Seattle Symphony that 
              sounded in fine fettle. With Horacio Gutiérrez as the powerful yet 
              subtle and warmly expressive soloist, Tchaikovsky’s First Piano 
              Concerto was the highlight of the occasion, and here Märkl was at 
              his best, molding phrases with an uncommonly eloquent left hand 
              while he wielded his baton at once clearly and gracefully.
              
              In Liszt’s Prometheus, which opened the program, the grace 
              was not so evident: here the beat itself was crisp enough, but it 
              was almost completely devoid of the kind of preparation that helps 
              an orchestra to read the rhythm accurately. Since the performance 
              was nevertheless fully convincing, it might be said that my 
              technical criticism is neither here nor there, and the Tchaikovsky 
              showed that Märkl can indeed provide that assistance. Yet it was 
              interesting to observe that at the only later point in the program 
              where the conductor reverted momentarily to his jerkier right-hand 
              movements–the scherzo of Saint-Saëns’s Third Symphony–the 
              articulation of the theme suffered, in that the four little 
              repeated notes that constitute the upbeat were not always clearly 
              distinguishable to the ear.
              
              That was, however, a small flaw. For the most part, Märkl gave the 
              work, known informally as the “Organ Symphony,” a compelling and 
              often trenchantly perceptive reading, and Susan Carroll shaped the 
              unusually rewarding third horn solos beautifully. The organ’s 
              contribution to the work is curiously unbalanced, since for fully 
              five sixths of its roughly 35-minute duration the instrument is 
              mostly confined to more or less subterranean rumblings. Joseph 
              Adam did all that could be expected with them, and came into his 
              own for the bigger effects of the closing section, playing with 
              considerable flair and brio. Still, hearing the work again for the 
              first time in several years, I have to say that as a whole it can 
              surely be a rewarding experience only for dedicated 
              organ-fanciers. There are striking inspirations along the way, 
              especially in the rather searching string writing of the slow 
              movement, but the moment the organ part blossoms forth in full 
              glory, inspiration conversely fades, and the last few minutes of 
              the symphony are stupefying in their banality. I went home, 
              therefore, with Gutiérrez’s grand and rich Tchaikovsky performance 
              quite erasing the Saint-Saëns from my memories of the evening.
              
              
              
              Bernard Jacobson

