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Originally Posted by bookdoctor
Well, I'm back from vacation, with a nice new batch of Mahlers to listen to. I'll get organized and post on them within the next few days.
In the meantime, here's an article by Alfred Brendel, from The Guardian Arts section. He writes about Simon Rattle and the BPO, defending Rattle's work with the orchestra, and mentions the M4, which I remember had been discussed a few pages back here.
Link to the article.
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I was at two of Rattle's NY performances and one was far from the triumph that Brendel would have you believe. The first concert started with an infamous piece by Hans-Peter Kyburz (Noësis) which should never, ever, ever in this world be performed again. It was pure torture sitting through the work which was designed to create the ugliest possible sounds through the use of every possible percussion instrument that the composer could imagine. It was a piece that was actually composed by algorithm, which for those who are not computer literate means that the composer used a computer program to create the "music." We all know how valueless computer composed poetry is, so I really don't understand why there should be such disporportionate value put on computer composed music. Neither is composed by a machine with intelligence, and neither has any meaning. Additionally, when a work ends up sounding like a traffic jam in front of a chop shop dismembering cars in a horror film, I cannot understand why the composer wouldn't just rip it up and start over. That took up just about the whole time before the intermission. After the intermission, Rattle conducted his own peculiar vision of Mahler's 4th which started off with the sleigh bells twice as slow and then the orchestra coming in twice as fast as the composer directed. I called it the "wax on, wax off" interpretation (with apologies to the Karate Kid). Just as it would pick up a little energy, it would turn off. It was the first time listening to the 4th that I got bored! The only redeeming part of the evening was the Andante, which set up the entrance of his current lover, Magdalena Kozena onto the stage in great style. She must have practiced gliding across the boards for hours in her pleated, trumpet shaped skirt. Unfortunately she was in far from good voice that night, as she did not show such form when walking on and off stage a week or two later with Les Violons du Roy, even if she was in much better voice then. I can't even begin to discuss the inappropriate timbre of her voice. Suffice to say that motherly or even grand-motherly would describe her earthy toned voice so much better than silvery, or child-like as called for by the composer. Additionally, she tends to bend over and bend her arms awkwardly so that as she progresses through her singing, her voice becomes very congested. She tends to have a strange and vacant expression on her face which might pass for intensity on another planet, so that you are more comfortable looking away from her than at her as whe performs. The whole performance was a lesson in how egos will compromise any chance of excellence. There was so little applause at the end of the evening that I wondered at how the conductor kept taking curtain calls with at minimum four-fifths of the audience filing out of the auditorium with their backs turned to the stage as quickly as they could. The people in the box next to me were all making jokes about it, and complaining that they would never go to a Rattle concert again. I shuddered as I realized that I had tickets to the next night's performance, an all Mozart program featuring Alfred Brendel doing the Piano concerto no. 27.
I came home worried as to what would happen. A friend had already reported that the night before the Mahler, Rattle had conducted Haydn's Symphony No. 86 in such a bizarre manner that it was virtually unrecognizable. He had said that he would have had a more enjoyable evening had he stayed home and listened to a recording of the Paris Symphonies. He then reported that the Strauss (Ein Heldenleben) was a poor thing when compared to von Karajan's. However, I was very happily surprised the next evening to find that Mozart must be indestructible. The opening piece of the concert was the Serenade in B-flat Major for 13 Winds, K. 361 (Gran Partita) performed by the winds of the BP. The winds sounded very good, and although Rattle was standing up conducting them, they could have played this as well without him. Then Brendel came out and performed the sonata. Thankfully, the conductor usually follows the soloist so there were no strange tricks with tempo or dynamics. It was a lovely, restrained performance, and very much in the classical tradition. The last piece in the concert was the Prague Symphony, which was also quite enjoyable with no unpleasant surprises. I suspect the fact that the concert was being broadcast live may have been a restraining factor on Rattle. Thankfully he did not want to experiment in front of an audience of possibly millions.
This brings me to the last point: The sound of BP was well suited for the lighter repetoire of Mozart, but it was very lean and underwhelming for the Mahler. The strings were lightened under Abbado, and since Rattle has taken over they have gotten even lighter and leaner. You may hear people talking about inner voices and transparency but for my money, I want a full, rich orchestral sound from an orchestra playing Mahler or any of the late romantic pieces, not the thin, light sound that Rattle has cultivated. Without doubt, the playing in the orchestra is as competent as it ever was, but it doesn't sound particularly like a continental orchestra but much more like the CBSO. If you want a rich sound orchestral sound with silky strings and great portamentos, you will not be getting it from the Berliner Philharmoniker while Rattle is the musical director.
Earlier this month, after the season was over and I was buying my subscriptions for the coming season, I specifically asked the Carnegie Hall rep that I dealt with not to have any concerts done by Rattle. She told me that almost everyone had requested that they not get any series with Rattle! I don't care what any of the critics say or what Alfred Brendel says. I'm not spending another cent on a concert conducted by the man ever again in this lifetime, and apparently a lot of New Yorkers feel the same way.