Extreme weather patterns can have salubrious effects. 
          The man my colleague Robin Mitchell- Boyask has dubbed "Hurricane 
          Christoph" has blown through town in his first month as music director 
          of the Philadelphia Orchestra; and it is already clear that music in 
          Philadelphia will not be the same again, at least for the foreseeable 
          future.
        
        I am in full agreement with the general enthusiasm 
          expressed in the local press over Eschenbach’s galvanizing effect on 
          orchestra, audience, and city alike. But when my colleagues suggest 
          that he is likely to be most convincing in contemporary and unconventional 
          repertoire (such as the healthy dose of Messiaen he is offering in his 
          first season), whereas in Brahms and other composers central to the 
          Austro-German symphonic tradition he may suffer by comparison with his 
          predecessor Wolfgang Sawallisch, I take a sharply different view. What 
          Mr. Mitchell- Boyask characterizes as "willful" and "herky-jerky" 
          Brahms (nice word!), I hear as a welcome return to such crucial values 
          of lively performance as imagination, flexibility, and the indispensable 
          willingness to take interpretative risks.
        
        Certainly, helped by his brilliant notion of prefacing 
          it with a first half played by a local gamelan ensemble, Eschenbach’s 
          Turangalîla was a dazzling hit with the audience, and works 
          like Bernstein’s Jeremiah Symphony, Berg’s Violin Concerto, Messiaen’s 
          L’Ascension, and the commissioned piece by local composer Gerald 
          Levinson that opened the subscription season have all contributed to 
          the sense of adventure that has blessedly returned to Philadelphia Orchestra 
          concerts. Yet it was perhaps the performance of Mozart’s "Jupiter" 
          Symphony that concluded Eschenbach’s first four-week stint that will 
          remain longest and most satisfyingly in my ears. Like the Brahms First 
          on his opening program, it was an object-lesson in allowing a work to 
          develop at its natural pace, in profoundly sensitive response to the 
          harmonic pulse of the music. At the same time, as used to be the case 
          with such great forerunners on the podium as Wilhelm Furtwängler 
          and Jascha Horenstein, this "going with the flow," so far 
          from having a disjointed effect, ended by realizing the work’s architectural 
          integrity far more convincingly than any strait-jacketed adherence to 
          an unvarying pulse, in what is commonly thought of as the Toscanini-Szell 
          tradition, could do. A fundamental factor in the symphonic style, after 
          all, is its combination, or reconciling, of variety with unity, so that 
          the art of transition lies at the heart of both composition and conducting. 
          Anyone – well, almost anyone – can give us a tune, and then go on to 
          give us another one. What takes something like genius is to imbue each 
          idea with its full unique character and also to lead us with inevitability 
          from one idea to the next.
        
        It may be early days to be using a word like "genius" 
          to describe what Eschenbach has demonstrated these last few weeks. Much 
          water must flow under many bridges before his success in this cruelly 
          demanding post can be confirmed, and musical talent is a notoriously 
          difficult quality to evaluate. But I think it is worth emphasizing, 
          at the very least, that he is making his impact as much through his 
          gifts as the interpreter of a wide range of repertoire – not just the 
          novelties and the block-busters – as through the many fresh and imaginative 
          initiatives he has come up with in the effort to bring an orchestra 
          sometimes seen as aloof and hidebound more vitally in touch with its 
          audience and the wider community.
        
        One such idea was to have the opening-night gala concert 
          shown on a big television screen in front of the hall for the benefit 
          of those unable to buy – maybe to afford – tickets. Then there is the 
          simple yet astonishingly effective touch best described in Eschenbach’s 
          own words, in one of the direct and charming bulletins he has taken 
          to sending the press: "I have asked the Orchestra to face the audience 
          when they stand for applause" (contrary to the convention that 
          has the string-players facing the conductor’s podium), "because 
          people will be happy to see their faces and give them their appreciation." 
          Eschenbach has gone out already into several city neighborhoods to talk 
          with people whose lives have hitherto not been touched by the Philadelphia 
          Orchestra. As a pianist, he is taking an even more active part in the 
          orchestra’s chamber-music series than Sawallisch did, beginning with 
          a stunning performance, partnered by Tzimon Barto, of Messiaen’s two-piano 
          Visions de l’Amen; and he is introducing, after several orchestral 
          programs, the concept of "postlude" recitals that he pioneered 
          in his previous post at the head of the Chicago Symphony’s summer season 
          at the Ravinia Festival. With all this, any unfamiliar or especially 
          challenging repertoire finds the music director coming on stage at the 
          start of the evening, microphone in hand, to talk to the audience in 
          the most natural and unpretentious way about what it may expect to experience.
        
        The feeling, thus, is that a new spirit of animation 
          has taken hold of this great and venerable institution. And the evident 
          fact that the animating is being done by the music director himself 
          and not just through him by some administrator, no matter how enterprising, 
          is of inestimable value.
        
        Still, being myself a somewhat hidebound person when 
          it comes to musical presentation, I shall end by turning from such popular, 
          even populist, initiatives back to the subject of that wonderful "Jupiter" 
          performance. The superb playing of the famous orchestra was just a part 
          of this triumph. We heard subtle phrasing and beautiful tone from the 
          woodwinds, crispness and refinement from the brass, supremely stylish 
          elegance from timpanist Don Liuzzi. The feather-light articulation of 
          the celebrated strings, who can always command opulence but not always 
          such delicacy, seemed next to miraculous under the baton of a music 
          director only four weeks into his tenure. And these elements could be 
          enjoyed in the framework of an exceptionally intelligent and coherent 
          conductorial conception of both the expressive detail and the broad 
          structural arch of Mozart’s last symphony. All the new approaches to 
          the public are welcome, and urgently needed. The musical acumen is deeply 
          rewarding to the listener. That we now seem to have both together is 
          a circumstance on which the Philadelphia Orchestra management must be 
          justly congratulating itself, and at which Philadelphians–and music-lovers 
          at large–may rejoice.
        
        ©Bernard Jacobson