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            Sibelius and Rachmaninov: 
            Alexander Toradze (piano), London Philharmonic Orchestra. Jukka–Pekka Saraste, Royal Festival Hall, London, 15.10.2008 (BBr)
            
            
            
            Sibelius: 
            
            Pohjola’s Daughter, op.49 (1906)
            
            
            Rachmaninov: 
            Piano Concerto No.3 in D minor, op.30 (1909)
            
            
            Sibelius: 
            
            Symphony No.5 in Eb, op.82 (1914/1915 rev 1919)
            
            
            Rachmaninov wrote his 3rd Concerto for his 
            American debut and gave the première 
            in New York, under the baton of Walter Damrosch; two months later he 
            played it again in the Big Apple, at Carnegie Hall, with the New 
            York Philharmonic under their new Music Director, Gustav Mahler. 
            There’s a performance I would dearly love to have heard! Tonight, we 
            had two musicians whose credentials are as well known as their 
            illustrious predecessors and who can be relied upon to deliver the 
            goods.
            
            This was a fine performance of Rachmaninov’s largest Concerto but, 
            superb player that Toradze is, and  well thought out as his 
            interpretation was, I found him to be too introspective, too often. 
            There were moments when his private communion with the keyboard was 
            such that he seemed to be enjoying the performance at the expense of 
            the audience. In the  past, I have moaned about the orchestra 
            swamping the piano and the balance being poor, but here while  
            the balance was very good,  Toradze allowed himself to 
            be overwhelmed as he played. Take, for instance, the very opening of 
            the work. A short vamp from the orchestra then the piano gives out a 
            folk–like theme in simple octaves. Our pianist played this very 
            plainly and easily, but too quietly, so much so that a counter idea 
            from bassoon was louder than the piano. The same thing happened in 
            the recapitulation,  and throughout the first movement there 
            was this discrepancy of playing which was too light for the music 
            and in which the orchestra was allowed to dominate when it shouldn’t 
            have been in the forefront. Of course, Toradze was not without the 
            weight when necessary but he was repeatedly too reticent. The slow 
            movement went well, with a fine ensemble and a well thought out view 
            of the music and when the finale burst out,  Toradze threw 
            himself into the bravura writing with a vengeance. I thought “this 
            is it!” but we quickly returned to the private musings. The audience 
            went wild at the end but I wonder how much this was because the 
            music is written to create such a response;  because  for 
            me at least, there was insufficient heft to make this most 
            titanic of Piano Concertos come alive as the struggle that it 
            should be. Toradze is clearly a very intelligent and thoughtful 
            player but a little less thought and more animal passion would have 
            been most welcome. 
            
            There were no such problems with the two Sibelius works which made 
            up the bulk of the programme. I was pleased to read, in his 
            interesting programme note, Andrew Mellor quote my dear master  
            Harold Truscott, as saying that Pohjola’s Daughter is “a 
            genuine one–movement Symphony”, for it is such a cogently argued 
            work that it has all the material necessary, and all the working out 
            of that music, to qualify it as such. Saraste gave us the music that 
            way, the violent outbursts growing naturally from the development of 
            the themes, devastating in their power. But there was also much 
            beautiful restrained music which brought out the best in the playing 
            of the LPO. A wonderful performance in this measured and superbly 
            paced interpretation.
            
            May I mention here - purely on a personal note - Andrew Mellor’s use 
            of the word 'Musicologist' in relation to Harold Truscott?  In
            Waiting for Godot,  Vladimir and Estragon have an 
            argument in which the worst insult one can hurl at the other is 
            Critic! As a young, and very inexperienced,  student I once 
            called Harold a musicologist and I well remember the look on his 
            face and his tone of voice when he said, “you can call me many 
            things but you could never call me a musicologist!”  Harold saw 
            himself purely as a musician who occasionally wrote about music – 
            that’s one of the many things he taught me. Mr Mellor could not know 
            this, of course, but reading the word brought back many memories and 
            for that I am grateful to him.
            
            After the interval,  Saraste and the LPO gave a towering 
            performance of the great 5th Symphony. Emphasising 
            the light and shade in this work, Saraste created a vast landscape 
            which could be icily unwelcoming – the development section of the 
            first movement where the solo bassoon (superbly realised by John 
            Price) plays plaintively, over quiet string ruminations, was quite 
            desolate and felt like some sort of dead zone – through to becoming 
            emotionally awe-inspiring at the very end where the tension was 
            screwed up to fever pitch and the 'Thor’s hammer' blows which, 
            although fully expected, came as such a shock that the conclusion 
            was devastating in its utter finality. [Note: Despite the 
            fact that Sibelius spoke Swedish as his first language, the Norse 
            deity Thor does not feature in Finnish mythology. Instead, the smith 
            Ilmarinen, who made himself a wife out of metal as well as forging 
            the magical sampo appears in the Kalevala and would 
            have been equally handy with a hammer.  Ed]
            
            This was a magisterial reading of a Symphony which still has the 
            power to shock with its gigantic world view – didn’t Mahler tell 
            Sibelius that a Symphony must encompass the world or something along 
            those lines?  - and this interpretation did just that. 
            Magnificent!
            
            Bob Briggs 
            
            
            
            
            
	
	
			
	
	
              
              
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