Royal Festival Hall
Stravinsky – Funeral Song, op.5 (UK premiere)
Ligeti – Piano ConcertoRavel – Daphnis et Chloé
Pierre-Laurent Aimard (piano)
Rodolfus Choir
Philharmonia Voices
Philharmonia Orchestra
Esa-Pekka Salonen (conductor)
It is not every day, every
decade, perhaps every lifetime, that one attends a Stravinsky premiere. Stravinsky
wrote this orchestral work in 1908 as an elegy for Rimsky-Korsakov and it
received its very first performance on 17 January (Old Style) 1909 in a concert
dedicated to his teacher’s memory at the St Petersburg Conservatory. The score
disappeared, along with many of the composer’s effects, during the Revolution.
Nevertheless, Stravinsky, reckoning it his best work prior to The Firebird, remained hopeful. ‘The orchestral parts must have been preserved in one of the St
Petersburg orchestral libraries;’ he would recall. ‘I wish someone in Leningrad
would look for the parts, for I would be curious myself to see what I was
composing just before The Firebird.’ The uncatalogued parts were finally discovered
at the Conservatory in September 2015, after which Natalia Braginskaja
assembled and edited a full score. It then received its second performance,
again in St Petersburg, by Mariinsky forces, on 2 December 2016. Here, in a
change to the advertised programme, it received from the Philharmonia and
Esa-Pekka Salonen its national premiere. Much as I may have regretted the loss
of Ligeti’s Clocks and Clouds from
the programme – I have never had opportunity to hear it in concert – I could
hardly lament this opportunity; nor do I lament it in retrospect, following
this estimable performance.
Stravinsky, unable to remember
the detail of the score, nevertheless retained a strong conception of its
overall idea: ‘I can remember the idea at the root of its
conception, which was that all the solo instruments of the orchestra filed past
the tomb of the master in succession, each laying down its melody as its wreath
against a deep background of tremolo murmurings simulating the vibrations of
bass voices singing in chorus.’ Put like that – I only read his description
after the performance – it sounds, whether by accident or design, a somewhat
Berliozian conception. And I think, rather as I wrote about last week’s Rihm Gruß-Moment 2 premiere
(in memory of Boulez), there is something of that invisible, ‘New German’,
stage to what happens here. Liszt and Wagner, as well, of course, as Rimsky
himself, seem other points of potential reference, as do other early Stravinsky
works such as The Firebird and, still
earlier, his op.1, the E-flat major Symphony.
That sense
of individual instrumental visitation was strong, naturally – a flute solo in
particular made me think of the Wagner of Siegfried
– but so also was a sense of the whole. If there were undoubted tendencies
towards the sectional, they were few, and almost certainly a matter of work
rather than performance. The aforementioned Symphony has them too, as of
course, more ‘naturally’, do the ballets; at what stage in Stravinsky’s career,
I wondered, did such ‘breaks’ become polemical, a compositional strategy,
rather than a slight, ‘un-symphonic’ weakness? Does his cellular method in,
say, The Rite of Spring, actually
arise in part from a lack of inclination to Austro-German symphonism? It was neo-Wagnerian
Fate that seemed to rule the roost in the closing bars; surely this
overwhelming weight of influence, partly via Rimsky, partly direct, was a
factor in the composer’s later anti-Wagnerism?
Many thanks, I should add, to
Boosey & Hawkes, for permitting me to see a copy of the score in Dr
Braginskaja’s new edition. Salonen seemed, unsurprisingly, greatly moved by the
experience, clutching his score with evident devotion as he – and it – received
deservedly warm applause. For a list of other premieres, click here.
Pierre-Laurent Aimard joined Salonen
and a vastly reduced orchestra – more of a modern ‘ensemble’ really, and a
highly virtuosic one at that – for Ligeti’s Piano Concerto. I do not know what
it has been in the air this year so far: barely past mid-February, and I have already
heard Le grand macabre, the Violin Concerto, the first String Quartet, and now this. Long, however, may it continue! Rhythmic
exactitude characterised the opening, as it must, but it was never for its own
sake, always expressive. Stravinsky – later Stravinsky, of course – and the
Central African pygmies in whose music Ligeti took such an interest, were
possible points of reference, but this music unquestionably spoke for itself. Salonen’s
conducting of such an array of metrical lines was as impressive as Aimard’s
furious pianistic despatch of others. I learned much by simply watching,
although still more, of course, by listening.
Lento
e deserto is Ligeti’s
marking for the second movement, and ‘deserto’ it immediately sounded. Piccolo
and double bass, eventually joined by bassoon, created not only a unique
soundworld, but, more importantly, a unique emotional world. It sounded, felt
like ‘night music’ after Bartók, but the ‘after’ was just as important as the ‘Bartók’.
It was quite mesmerising to hear, to experience how other instruments sounded
both like and unlike ‘themselves’, without much in the way of extended
techniques as traditionally understood. Bartók also seemed to make a ghostly
appearance in some of the piano melody and harmony, the contrasting orchestral
eruptions packing a punch such as he would surely have approved of. Aimard’s
mastery of such brutally difficult writing was in itself not the least of the
many wonders of this movement. An enigmatic ocarina added further to the sense
of almost other-worldly desolation.
The third and fourth movements
sounded particularly strongly connected, the latter very much a response to the
former – which entails difference, of course, as well as affinity, much of it
or rather of them! If the third movement opened both in febrile and mellifluous
fashion, suggesting perhaps a reimagining of Debussy (partly Aimard’s doing?),
then a kinship with Messiaen later suggested itself (again, surely, born in
part of Aimard’s immersion in that composer’s music). Percussionists and violin
(Zsolt-Tihámer Visontay) proved at times soloists, and/or chamber companions,
in their own right. The complexity of invention in the fifth and final movement
had me think at times of Elliott Carter, and yet what we heard could not merely
be ‘likened’ to anything else. This was a spellbinding performance, almost as
exhausting as it was to play, yet surely every bit as rewarding too. Let us
hope that there will be more Ligeti to come from Salonen and his orchestra in
the not too distant future. Now where might I hear the Cello Concerto and the
Double Concerto?
After two such intrinsically
extraordinary performances, Daphnis et
Chloé might well have come across as a bit of an anti-climax. Not a bit of
it. Balance and atmosphere were revealed throughout as two sides to the same
coin. I was struck by how ‘French’ the Philharmonia sounded, not least in its
string tone; this was an unquestionably Ravelian eroticism we heard. Salonen
traced the score’s contours lovingly, knowingly; here there no corners to be
perceived, however tricky that must have been to engineer. One could visualise –
the dramatic directions in the score were shown as surtitles – but equally one
could hear this ‘choreographic symphony’ without doing so. Dance, nevertheless,
lay at its heart. If laughter were as vividly pictorial as anything in a
Strauss tone poem, it was, as in Strauss, never permitted to distract from the
musical argument. The eery stillness when an ‘unnatural light’ suffused the
landscape was quite something indeed; one really began to hear what Stravinsky
so admired in this score.
Pan’s apparition proved awesome
in the proper sense, seemingly leading to intimations of The Rite of Spring in the second part, which took upon itself
something of the character of a symphonic scherzo – until, as with Ligeti, it became
something else entirely. Character, like everything else, was never static.
Here, one felt, was a musical development quite different from anything in
Beethoven, yet no less impressive. The warmth of the sunrise in the third part,
followed by such a glorious full orchestral sound, would have been worth the
price of admission alone, leading to a climax that both left nothing and yet
also everything to the imagination. The fantastical twists and turns that
followed would surely again have appealed greatly to Stravinsky, engendering
the excitement and indubitable conclusion of the bacchanal. There was something
utterly un-Christian, perhaps even anti-Christian, to what we heard – and perhaps
saw in the theatre of our imagination. And yet, quite unlike Stravinsky, say,
there was nothing remotely polemical to it. This was Ravel.
This concert was recorded by
BBC Radio 3 for broadcast on Friday 24 February and will be available thirty
days hence on iPlayer.