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ARD International Music Competition
Day 11: String Quartet Semi Finals,
Prinzregententheater, Munich, 11.9.2008 (JFL)
While the violas celebrate (or cry), now that they’ve got their
contest all done with, won their merits, or got their
thanks-for-trying certificates, the string quartets come into even
greater focus, stealing the limelight off the poor bassoons. The
string quartet semi-finals were a two-concert, six-hour music
marathon between 11AM until about 8PM. Mozart for everyone, as well
as Hugo Wolf’s Italian Serenade and the ARD Competition
commissioned piece by Rodion Shchedrin: Lyric Scenes for String
Quartet.
There’s a potential bright side to hearing a work like Shchedrin’s
six times in short succession: one of the interpreters may, and if
only accidentally, hit upon worthy music in it. Not unlike Sergey
Malov did with Atar Arad’s Tikvah
(the Britten-Lachrymae aspect of which I had completely
missed). When just the notes are played, the admirably short
Shchedrin piece is a happier affair than Tikvah.
Unfortunately, six different attempts at the music seemed to suggest
that more than the notes simply wasn’t there. It remained a vaguely
pensive, casual, and perfectly harmless work. Which, admittedly, is
more than what can be said about most such commissioned pieces.
The Swiss-German Amaryllis Quartett was the first to go at
it, and they extracted no sense from it, nor – like all but two
quartets – did they observe the dynamic markings very carefully.
Quadruple- and triple-pianissimos were less than hushed, pianissimo
passages – plucked and bowed alike – were no softer than mezzopiano
or mezzoforte. The work, easy to read, has its challenges for the
players, but even with the artificial contrasts of fff
and ppp it’s a bit on the monotonous side. But there
was Mozart, too – the E-flat Quartet K428. A breathy opening, the
first violin not always easy on the ears, and the same calm approach
for the two first movements. Their transparency and separation of
voices was too much and bordered on thinness – with a pianist I’d
speak of a “Dresden China” approach to the music. An impression that
didn’t have to be much revised after the more tempestuous (and
mistake prone) last movement. A neat and nippy Italian Serenade
brought their 2008 ARD competition experience to a close.
If the Amaryllis’ Wolf was “neat”, Heaves & Pomerray (b.k.a.
Heath Quartet) made it a barnstorming, hootin’ piece of fun-house
music that sounded more like born out of the Le Jazz period
in the 1920s, not written in 1887 alongside Strauss’ dour Violin
Sonata, Rheinberger’s marvelous but utterly conventional op.149
Suite for organ, violin, and cello, or Dvořák’s Second Piano
Quintet. The Wild West was swinging a-heavily in this, and it was
good raucous fun: on its own merits deserving of a finale berth as
far as I’m concerned, although that was sadly and curiously not to
be.
Admittedly, their Mozart K464 (A-major) wasn't so deserving: Neither
of extraordinary delicacy nor with any other interpretative angle
that defined the performance, this was less than inspired. At least
the third movement wasn’t too garrulous – and those bouncing,
“drumming” accompanying lines (largely with the cello, but also
traded to the viola, then the second violin, before returning to the
cello) simply are one of the great moments in Mozart. Out of the
Shchedrin, the Brits could make little more sense than the
Amaryllis, though they played it with greater precision..
The Afiara Quartet squeaked into finale just so, but
the first price for most fashionable appearance they’d have locked
up already, if there was such a category. Their Wolf was now more
modern, pre-Bergian almost, and Shchedrin still didn’t reveal a
secret masterpiece. They offered a more compact, straight-faced
sound here as well as in the Mozart, which paid dividends in K428.
The revealing notes I scribbled down during their performance: “1st
movement: OK. 2nd movement: faultless, unexciting. 3rd
movement: OK. Finale: not a day for Mozart, today.”
Except for the Heath’s Wolf, none of the first batch's performances
were top flight, and some of it less than first class, too. Happily
things improved considerably when the afternoon session of string
quartets got under way at about 5PM. The Gémeaux Quartett
opened with Mozart’s “Hoffmeister” Quartet K499 (now that’s
Hoffmeister, I
can believe in). Also very stylish, these four
German/Swiss players made their Mozart an athletic, even Olympian
sport. The second violin (Sylvia Zucker) could have made more out of
the music she was dealt in the opening movement, rather than content
herself with little more than harmonic background chirping. Playing
Mozart like late Beethoven and succeeding in showing the
music from its inherently enjoyable side is maybe too difficult a
task for most quartets.
Better a bold intonation issue, than a timid intonation issue, I
say… and that might have been the Gémeaux’ motto, too, in the (bold
indeed) second movement. Dancing in front of her colleagues like the
pied piper in ballerina slippers, the chipper-playing first violin
Anne Schoenholtz made the others follow her happily. The
tight-enough ensemble and the discipline worked reasonably well in
this firm, lean, occasionally muscular, occasionally mechanical
performance. A steely Mozart never to love, but one to make an
impression with.
Shchedrin was better from the rest only in that the voices were more
finely attuned to each other, that first violin dared to make a
might sound when called for, and because they nailed the very last
phrase: one half bar of 32nd notes with a decaying sound
from mp to ppp played sul ponticello. Small
victories. The Italian Serenade, a work that fortunately
refused to get old upon hearing so many times, sounded fresh – in
both meanings of the word: I loved the inflections and slides that
gave this Wolf something between a Viennese wine-induced slur and a
strong air of a North-Texan, chicle chewing saloon girl eying her
potential ‘visitors’. (If La Fanciulla del West sounded half
as authentically western, it might actually be a fine opera.) The
Gémeaux didn’t go down that road all the way (unlike the Heath),
though. They still observed great detail, flirting with precision
for its own sake and thereby reigning some of the ‘total-flair’
aspect back in. Not necessarily a bad decision, but not a necessary
one, either.
Apollon Musagetes
had their
great and
slightly lesser moments in this contest already. Now, amid the
disappointing level of Mozart playing in this semi-finale, their
“Dissonance” Quartet K465 (C-major) was a relative triumph. K465 is
an astounding work not only for the premonitions-of-Webern opening,
but its genial nature throughout. And lo-and-behold, the four Poles
were the first to present Mozart that sounded genial, too. Small
mistakes didn’t matter – they were negligible in light of the music
of which they were part. After four moonlit Mozartean quartet-scapes,
finally some sunshine! I suspect the success was due to a quartet
actually sitting down for some music-making, instead of
string-quartet-competition-playing. Velvet gloves in the second
movement and nearly as amiable final movements only underscored how
dissatisfying all the previous Mozart – including the
better-than-the-rest’s Gémeaux’ – had been.
They didn’t stop here, either: Shchedrin finally had four players
who at least tried to dutifully observe the dynamic markings,
and first violinist Pawel Zalejski played those 32nd note
runs as if they had been etched into metal plates. Not that that
revealed sudden greatness, but at least it made the act of reading
along more satisfying. Then Hugo Wolf’s Serenade became a new piece
of music, again. Instead of the anachronistic Saloon &
Blues-interpretation, they gave us the Vienna Coffee-house version.
Vienna is, after all, an eastern European city – and Apollon
Musagetes made that plenty clear. The earnestness with which second
violinist Bartosz Zachlod had fun was downright adorable. The
performance made old gentlemen in the audience stomp their feet and
howl (! - presumably because it was Hugo Wolf) with
excitement. Just like the Gémeaux, unequivocal candidates for the
finale in which they will appear on September 13th.
Last for the day was again the Verus String Quartet who opted
for sandwiching their Mozart between Wolf and Shchedrin. Despite my
admiration for their playing so far, I imagined the possibility of
these four young Japanese musicians driving Wolf's Serenade
against the wall in a buttoned-up reading. Turns out that they
played it more or less as I feared, but that the result didn’t sound
like anything I might have been afraid of. Sure it was a rather
unsmiling, un-infectious Serenade, and it was played straight
faced, as absolute music. But it was beautiful absolute music
now, with a nocturnal air about it.
Shchedrin’s Lyric Scenes (all scenes, no story), had more
nice touches than all but the Polish performances, too. Not as
accurate as the latter, but again played as absolute music which
might have been as good a plan as any, rather than searching for
extra-musical meaning not present. Their excellent sound raised the
question here, as well as in any of their other performances: What
instruments does this youngest of the participating quartets play
on?
Without wanting to take away from their due credit for playing so
well, their instruments must be well above average for such a
consistent, uncommonly beautiful sound. A sound they put to very
fine use in their Mozart K387 “Spring”. This was polished without
that driven zeal or the all-too-skimpy sound already heard,
displaying an exactness without that heightened, even aggressive,
pressure with which Mozart had been treated so far. There may not
have been anything overtly “Mozartesque” about the Verus' reading
(which also means an absence of clichés), nor did they chose the
casual style of the Apollon Musagetes, but there was plenty of their
civilized, mature sound and groomed playing that simply has its own,
very rewarding merits. Although this isn’t at all my aesthetic
credo, hearing this I had to admit: Beauty is – sometimes – an end
in itself. How good to be hearing them in Beethoven and Bartók
again, so soon.
Jens F. Laurson
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