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SEEN AND HEARD INTERNATIONAL CONCERT REVIEW
Mozart and Bruckner:
Seattle Symphony, Kurt Masur, conductor, Seattle Symphony, Benaroya Hall, Seattle, 7.1.2010 (BJ)
One
of the most memorable moments in my lifetime’s experience of Bruckner was of a soft brass chord in the Third Symphony.
It shone like sunlight glinting on the surface of a calm sea. The conductor was
Kurt Masur. So it was exciting to learn that the
great German maestro had chosen music by Bruckner,
along with Mozart’s 40th Symphony, for his long-awaited debut with the Seattle
Symphony
Bruckner’s Fourth has none of the wondrous rapt mysticism of his Seventh, the other most popular of his symphonies. It is all nature poetry, and this was a supremely natural performance, to such a point that Masur had no truck with the rather mannered little hesitations that Bruckner wrote into the bucolic horn calls of the scherzo, propelling them instead with exhilarating directness.
Speaking of horn calls, no performance of the Fourth can go far without a first horn of the highest caliber: the part is of central importance, and John Cerminaro brought unfailing purity and poetry of tone and phrasing to it. The evening had begun with a fluent and cogent Mozart performance; my only regret was the omission of the second repeat in the finale, for it robbed us of one of the work’s most dramatic strokes, when the music lurches back to the beginning of the repeated development section. But there was much beautiful playing to admire in this 40th, and in the Bruckner Fourth the orchestra again responded to Masur’s baton-less leadership with high artistry and obvious enthusiasm.
Seattle ’s superb brass choir issued one rich and sonorous proclamation after another. Michael Crusoe’s timpani sounded crisp and unfailingly punctual. The woodwinds gloried in their many solos, and there were frequent stretches of gorgeously saturated string tone, with the violas piercingly eloquent in the slow movement.
As a member of the Chicago Symphony commented years ago after we had both heard a Mahler symphony played by Masur with the Leipzig Gewandhaus Orchestra, “It just went to prove that you don't always have to play everything as loudly as possible.” Perhaps the most spectacular thing about this Fourth was that there was nothing spectacular about it. Paced without a trace of affectation, it was simply human and warmly spiritual. These are qualities that almost define Bruckner, and it was no surprise to find them in the work of a conductor whose moral authority helped materially to prevent the collapse of the East German regime in 1989 from turning violent. He was widely regarded at the time as a potential first president for the reunitedGermany , but decided he wanted a more
challenging job, and became music director of the New York Philharmonic
instead.
Bruckner’s Fourth has none of the wondrous rapt mysticism of his Seventh, the other most popular of his symphonies. It is all nature poetry, and this was a supremely natural performance, to such a point that Masur had no truck with the rather mannered little hesitations that Bruckner wrote into the bucolic horn calls of the scherzo, propelling them instead with exhilarating directness.
Speaking of horn calls, no performance of the Fourth can go far without a first horn of the highest caliber: the part is of central importance, and John Cerminaro brought unfailing purity and poetry of tone and phrasing to it. The evening had begun with a fluent and cogent Mozart performance; my only regret was the omission of the second repeat in the finale, for it robbed us of one of the work’s most dramatic strokes, when the music lurches back to the beginning of the repeated development section. But there was much beautiful playing to admire in this 40th, and in the Bruckner Fourth the orchestra again responded to Masur’s baton-less leadership with high artistry and obvious enthusiasm.
Seattle ’s superb brass choir issued one rich and sonorous proclamation after another. Michael Crusoe’s timpani sounded crisp and unfailingly punctual. The woodwinds gloried in their many solos, and there were frequent stretches of gorgeously saturated string tone, with the violas piercingly eloquent in the slow movement.
As a member of the Chicago Symphony commented years ago after we had both heard a Mahler symphony played by Masur with the Leipzig Gewandhaus Orchestra, “It just went to prove that you don't always have to play everything as loudly as possible.” Perhaps the most spectacular thing about this Fourth was that there was nothing spectacular about it. Paced without a trace of affectation, it was simply human and warmly spiritual. These are qualities that almost define Bruckner, and it was no surprise to find them in the work of a conductor whose moral authority helped materially to prevent the collapse of the East German regime in 1989 from turning violent. He was widely regarded at the time as a potential first president for the reunited
Bernard Jacobson
A
shorter version of this review appeared in the Seattle Times.
