Takemitsu and Mahler actually 
          cohabit on a concert programme remarkably well. Both composers’ music 
          is highly personal; both are extremely sensitive to nature (although 
          with very different results). Instrumental timbre occupied both composers. 
          The contrast comes with the lineage. Takemitsu displays the influence 
          of French music (Debussy, Messiaen), whereas Mahler resides on the Austro-Germanic 
          side of the coin. Takemitsu is concerned with lush, beautiful sonorities 
          invoking a meditational calm, whereas Mahler is just as content evoking 
          more earthy peasant bands and herds of cows as he is with the more idyllic 
          side of the Austrian landscape. With this fascinating juxtaposition 
          as a starting point, this concert promised much.
        
        And so it was to be. Takemitsu’s 
          A String Around Autumn (1989) is a viola concerto under another 
          name, complete (surprisingly, perhaps) with a full cadenza. Calum MacDonald’s 
          programme note stated that this cadenza is, ‘no more than a gesture 
          – if that - in the direction of a conventional cadenza’. The effect 
          seemed, to this writer at least, somewhat different, a structural reaffirmation 
          of the viola’s role of commentator, a stark way of separating him from 
          his orchestral landscape. A String Around Autumn was written 
          in the year of the bicentennial of the French Revolution, and is dedicated 
          to the people of France. The viola emerges seamlessly from the highly 
          Impressionist, vibraphone-tinged texture (the composer has stated that 
          the viola, ‘plays the part of the human being observing nature in this 
          autumnal scene’). This performance underlined one of the miracles of 
          Takemitsu: gestures frequently appear quasi-improvisational, yet everything 
          is always tightly aurally controlled. Some remarkably yearning Romantic 
          turns of phrase are embedded in this generally lush soundscape, washes 
          of sound caressing the ear towards the end. 
        
        Norbert Blume was supremely confident 
          and at home in this piece, entering fully into Takemitsu’s mindset. 
          Although no information was given in the biography as to conductor Kazushi 
          Ono’s teachers, it would come as no surprise if he were to have a similar 
          history to his compatriot, Tadaaki Otaka. As with Otaka, 
          in a recent RFH concert, Ono’s gestures were textbook in precision, 
          yet remarkably flexible in expression. A pity he chose not to hold the 
          silence at the close of A String Around Autumn. Instead, he turned 
          to the audience and smiled sweetly as if to say, ‘Thank you very much 
          for your applause, we’ve finished’ …
        
        Mahler’s Seventh Symphony (1904/5) 
          is possibly this composer’s most forbidding symphonic statement. It 
          has the reputation of being difficult, structurally dubious and even 
          of being vacuous in the finale. Yet, as Andrew Huth pointed out in his 
          programme note, Schoenberg no less was a great admirer of this piece. 
          There is no doubt it presents an enormous challenge, both on interpretative 
          and technical levels: no wonder this symphony and the concert platform 
          have strangers grown. 
        
        One can only assume, given the 
          calibre of this performance, that much rehearsal time was kindly provided 
          by the BBC. Much of the salient features of this performance were embedded 
          in the symphony’s opening bars. The literal tread of the strings held 
          little sense of mystery or foreboding. Despite good tenor horn playing, 
          more of a sense of the bizarre was called for. The Allegro con fuoco 
          march was better, horns demonstrating a phenomenal unanimity of attack 
          and pitch – all it needed was that bit more ‘fuoco’, but on the plus 
          side the movement did gain in intensity as it went on.
        
        In a similar fashion, Nachtmusik 
          I began with evocative horn call-and-response, but then lacked a 
          certain ‘schwung’. The woodwind soloists were a delight to listen to, 
          and, importantly, Ono did not play down the importance of the intrinsic 
          vulgarities that are such an essential part of the scope of this music. 
          Nature sounds made their impact, not least the remote cow-bells (somewhere 
          upstairs?). The parodistic Scherzo showed off the BBCSO at its 
          best. Woodwind shrieks were visceral in impact and the fleet-footed, 
          shadowy violins were commendably together. Violist Caroline Harrison 
          deserves a mention for her lovely solo contribution. The delicate webs 
          of texture, with their ever-shifting colours, in the second Nachtmusik 
          contrasted superbly with the problematic finale. Sudden shifts of mood 
          were (correctly) unsettling, and the whole was driven by a grim, white-knuckled 
          determination that threw into relief Mahler’s sometimes outrageous gestures. 
          This is music of extremes and Kazushi Ono ensured it sounded so. Grotesqueries 
          and vulgarities abounded (very un-Japanese!) leaving a curiously powerful, 
          but somewhat disturbingly empty, feel.
        
        Mahler’s Seventh Symphony is a 
          remarkable piece that deserves a remarkable performance. All credit 
          to the BBCSO and Kazushi Ono for providing just that.
        
        Colin Clarke