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              Messiaen, Mahler: 
              San Francisco 
              Symphony, Myung-Whun Chung, conductor, Davies Symphony Hall,
              San Francisco, 
              24.1.2008 (HS)
               
              
              
              As the San Francisco Symphony finishes its Mahler cycle under its 
              music director, Michael Tilson Thomas, it should have been 
              fascinating to hear what a conductor with very different ideas 
              could do with the same music. Myun-Whun Chung, who appears all too 
              seldom in these parts, took a rather gentle approach to Mahler's 
              protean Symphony No. 1, lavishing great care and delicacy 
              on the quieter moments but rarely achieving anything remotely 
              exciting.
              
              Perhaps it was carryover from the first half of the concert, 
              Messiaen's L'ascension, with its ecstatic (and somewhat 
              static) chorales, but Mahler's big moments failed to come off with 
              as much point and pizzazz as we know this orchestra can produce.
              
              The symphony started off well, as Chung drew a fine filigree of 
              mystery in the opening octaves, taking his time to let the nature 
              calls flit in and out organically. I sensed a holding back as the 
              first of the quiet trumpet fanfares filtered in from offstage, and 
              there was a satisfying moment when the lilting primary tune 
              finally entered, as soft and swaying as a cotton skirt.
              
              Chung's tempos continued to ebb more than flow, which took some of 
              the drama away from the contrasting brass paragraphs to come. In 
              fact, things derailed completely when Chung tried to rev things up 
              for the short, frenetic outbursts at the close of the first 
              movement. About half the orchestra never got their final notes in. 
              Someone must have said something from the seats immediately behind 
              him, because he turned to the audience and gave a rueful grin. 
              After thinking about it for a few seconds, he gestured for the 
              orchestra to play the last few measures again. That broke the 
              tension for a while.
              
              The scherzo was more graceful than wild, emphasizing tonal 
              balances over dance rhythms.  The slow movement's minor-key 
              Frère Jacques funeral march rolled out with straight-faced 
              clarity, but the village band interjections, which always strike 
              me (and Tilson Thomas, too) as Klezmer music, came off as bland 
              without those extra Yiddish inflections.
              
              The stormy opening of the finale sacrificed clarity for 
              excitement, and then things started to wander. A few exposed 
              trumpet bobbles took some of the sheen off generally excellent, 
              orotund brass playing as the fanfares developed over the course of 
              the movement. And Chung never quite found a line that pulled the 
              disparate elements of the finale together until the rousing final 
              pages, which finally managed to get everyone pulling in the same 
              direction.
              
              Chung did better overall in the Messiaen, in which he is something 
              of a specialist. Although it's not quite in the same league as 
              Mahler's symphonies, it was a nice idea to pair this first major 
              orchestral work of his with Mahler's first. Messiaen was more 
              interested in expressing religious fervor than Mahler was;  
              L'ascension features some of the same elements—big brass 
              moments, long build ups and some harmonic adventurousness.
              
              The first movement, “Majesty of Christ Requesting Glory from His 
              Father," is an extended series of brass chorales, which wander 
              through various levels of dissonance, occasionally landing on a 
              triad as if entering into a clearing. Under Chung's baton, one 
              could practically see the rays of light filtering through the 
              trees, even if the players couldn't quite agree on where his 
              downbeat actually was.
              
              The middle movements, which move faster, seemed to gain some 
              momentum before losing the thread in the finale, “Prayer of Chirst 
              Ascending Towards His Father," which has the strings go through a 
              sort of reflection of the first movement's brass chorales. It 
              seemed to unravel as the music proceeded, although the sweetness 
              of the final phrases at least brought the piece to a radiant 
              finish.
              
              Obviously, the orchestra was having serious problems reading 
              Chung's conducting technique. It was one of the sloppiest 
              performances I've heard from this orchestra in a long time.
              
              Harvey 
              Steiman

