Several years ago I attended a glorious Baltimore Symphony Orchestra concert under the baton of a celebrity conductor. A less experienced listener at the time, I was shocked to watch him leading the orchestra in a Rossini overture with his arms folded behind his back. However, I soon became fully aware of the powerful effect that the orchestra achieved in their performance and ever since have been a firm believer, that when it comes to music making, less is always more.
The BSO’s Sunday program called “Gutierrrez Plays Mozart” indulged the Meyerhoff audience in Sibelius’ Fifth Symphony, Mozart’s Concerto No 19 and Elgar’s overture In the South. Played in that particular order, the timeless classical gem was thus mounted into a setting created by two great musical impressionists: the grandiose Sibelius and the abundantly expressive Elgar.
Yan Pascal Tortelier gave Sibelius’ work, written on the peak of the composer’s fame in honor of his 50th birthday, a dignified and sophisticated reading. Pompous enough to suit the occasion, the symphony was performed in a deeply emotional yet, a subtle way, typical for a Nordic composer. The final six sharp chords played to the highest effect allowed the orchestra to create the most abrupt and startling musical ending and prepare us for a new beginning and the most exciting part of the concert: Gutierrez playing Mozart.
After the intermission, a man of medium height came on stage. There was absolutely nothing fancy or obviously artistic about his appearance. No pathos, no special concert attire. Under his arm he carried a black folder with the concerto score in it. Without opening it, he placed the folder on top of the piano, sat down at the instrument, brushed through the keyboard in a brief dusting stroke and started playing.
From the very first notes it was clear, why the program was called “Gutierrez Plays Mozart” and why this pianist never opened his black folder. Gutierrez performed like only Mozart himself would: happily, effortlessly and most importantly, unpretentiously. There was no false pathos or posing about his performance: not even in the slightly insane rolling triplet figures of the first movement. Visually, the pianist could not have done less, but musically he could not possibly do more!