My first encounter with La mer, back in my high school 
                  days, left me both entranced and flummoxed. There didn't seem 
                  to be any recognizable rhythmic patterns underlying the liquid, 
                  coruscating textures. I was listening to Ansermet's first stereo 
                  recording (Decca), if you're curious. I couldn't imagine how 
                  one conducted such music. Later on, when I saw the score, I 
                  discovered it was laid out in ordinary measures of 3/4, 4/4, 
                  and such, with upbeats and downbeats, just like anything else 
                  - it was Debussy's genius to make the barlines "disappear". 
                  
                    
                  At the start of La mer, however, one wonders whether 
                  Michel Tabachnik perhaps hadn't received the memo. The sustained, 
                  upwardly rising string tones, usually played for subdued atmosphere, 
                  are cleanly attacked and precisely placed, with scientific accuracy 
                  - you can practically hear the two beats clicking on each note. 
                  While one appreciates the conductor's desire to avoid the rhythmic 
                  and tonal murk that sometimes passes for an "Impressionist patina", 
                  this seems to take matters to the other extreme. 
                    
                  Fortunately, that stiff start isn't characteristic of the performance 
                  as a whole. In fact, the first two movements of Tabachnik's 
                  reading are worth hearing for his way with the undulating rhythms. 
                  The first movement's cello theme goes buoyantly, despite the 
                  approximate attacks. The slashing energy at 3:38 of the same 
                  movement suggests the positive qualities of Toscanini's performances. 
                  The second movement, brisk and incisive, underlines its scherzo-like 
                  character, thus reinforcing the "symphonic" relationship lacing 
                  the score's three movements. The solo violin sounds a bit taxed 
                  by the scurrying after 2:02, but the woodwinds take the tempo 
                  in stride. 
                    
                  The third movement, despite a convincing surge and sense of 
                  purpose, is less firmly grounded. In the expansive statement 
                  at 4:18, the players aren't sure exactly how the acceleration 
                  is meant to go. The clumsy fanfares at 5:28 aren't quite in 
                  step with everyone else. 
                    
                  In the Faune sparkling woodwind solos illuminate the 
                  texture, and Tabachnik draws energy out of the shorter musical 
                  segments without losing the long line. Like most French interpreters, 
                  he keeps the piece moving - almost too much so at the cadences 
                  after 4:16, which wanted to relax but sound a bit hectic. The 
                  first "dovetail" between sections, at 0:59, is smudged, not 
                  clean. The vague ending is more critical: the final flute phrases 
                  just sort of evaporate, while the pizzicatos beneath feel rhythmically 
                  uncommitted. 
                    
                  The Nocturnes, alas, bring nothing special to the table, 
                  or to the discography. Nuages is pretty but aimless, 
                  wavering ambiguously, as some performances do, between the notated 
                  6/4 and what sounds more like a 3/2. Tabachnik fails to explore 
                  the nuances of woodwind color. Fêtes is lively 
                  and alert. I like the emphatic pizzicatos at 2:06 but the conductor's 
                  slower, unrelated tempo for the procession episode makes for 
                  the usual awkwardness when the two themes combine. In Sirènes, 
                  the women of Flemish Radio are evocative, but the manner is 
                  too plain and the dynamics unvaried. The movement, which ought 
                  to taper off and fade, just stops abruptly. 
                    
                  The Brussels Philharmonic, joining the ranks of orchestras that 
                  produce their own concert recordings, is running in some pretty 
                  fast company: the Chicago Symphony, Royal Concertgebouw, the 
                  LSO and such. I suppose the economics of the situation are much 
                  the same at all levels. At any rate, the ensemble has nothing 
                  to be ashamed of: the playing is polished in tone, and well-disciplined 
                  when the conductor's beat permits. The engineering is basically 
                  fine, though the trumpets are edgy. 
                    
                  As a document of, presumably, a representative night at the 
                  concert hall in Brussels, this will undoubtedly find its parochial 
                  following, but I can't imagine it'll transfer successfully to 
                  the international market. 
                    
                  Stephen Francis Vasta 
                  Stephen Francis Vasta is a New York-based conductor, coach, 
                  and journalist. 
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