By Anne Midgette
Orchestras should not be
locked into playing music of their country of origin. And yet great orchestras
retain a special relationship to their national music. To hear the St.
Petersburg Philharmonic Orchestra play a program of Rachmaninoff and Shostakovich
is tantamount to a cliche. And yet that’s what they did, under the great Yuri
Temirkanov, at the Kennedy Center on Monday night, thanks to Washington
Performing Arts — and you’re not going to hear either of those pieces done much
better.
I can’t say that the
orchestra made me feel as if I were hearing either for the first time. The
sense I got, rather, is that they could play it in their sleep, could
effortlessly illuminate its greatness, dazzle with rich colors and springy
rhythms and a kind of enveloping warmth. For freshness in Rachmaninoff’s second
Piano Concerto — known even to non-music-lovers as a staple of film scores and
ice-skating routines — was left to the soloist, Nikolai Lugansky, who played
the virtuosic music with the softness of spring rain, falling gently on the
ears instead of thundering, even in its most intricate passages. It’s not
really as easy or soft as he made it sound, buoyed by the orchestra’s lush
strings. He followed up with an encore, a shimmering Rachmaninoff Prelude (Op.
32, No. 12).
Temirkanov and Shostakovich
and this orchestra have come through many chapters of history together. The
orchestra premiered many of Shostakovich’s works, Temirkanov knew Shostakovich,
and Temirkanov has led the orchestra through the end of the Soviet Union, when
the music could be taken as victorious, into whatever era this may be.
Now 78, perhaps a little
battered by events, with some years as the music director of the Baltimore
Symphony Orchestra under his belt, the conductor showed in Shostakovich’s Fifth
Symphony that he has lost none of his mastery, even if the sounds around him
are a little muted, the brass perhaps less gleaming and the familiar music
perhaps less a fist shaking at the regime than a haven against the vagaries of
world events.
Or is it? Temirkanov, in
music he knows like the back of his hand, left the question open in a vigorous
performance that brought the audience to its feet in one of the warmest, most
enthusiastic ovations I’ve heard in some time. The applause was rewarded with
an encore, an excerpt of Prokofiev’s “Cinderella,” wafting by like a pretty
dream, an evanescent illusion.
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