When Maestro Long Yu is in command, there’s bound to be variety, energy and drama. He didn’t disappoint on Friday, leading the Hong Kong Philharmonic Orchestra as Principal Guest Conductor in a programme of works spanning two and a half centuries which the respective composers all finished in their 30s.
Heavy indeed was his responsibility in conducting the world première of Seven Nights, a new commission by Du Wei in the orchestra’s Composer-in-Residence programme. Unlike some of her other works in recent years, Seven Nights is scored exclusively for Western orchestral instruments. In the programme notes, the composer says that she was reading a book by Jorge Luis Borges, whose words “The nightmare may be the fable of the night” are particularly close to her heart. With this in mind, it’s not hard to understand the ethereal ambience that pervades the first half of the work.
The opening solo flute, à la Debussy’s Prélude à l'après-midi d'un faune, joins clarinet, oboe and other woodwinds in a dreamy flurry interrupted momentarily by sweeping swooshes of shearing strings. Low strings lay the foundation for a frightening sound wall of quick, pulsating rhythms, sprinkled with muted trumpet calls. As the full orchestra unleashes its power with the support of thumping drums, the mutes come off the trumpets to sharpen their bite. The snare drum and low brass join in the fray to bring the dream to a crashing close. If Du Wei’s claim that “composition has become the best form of therapy” is true, Seven Nights’ build-up from a single instrument into a multi-layered sonic conflagration is powerful enough to chase away any demon. Accessible and intuitive, it’s a welcome addition to the repertoire from a promising artist still in her thirties.
Likely to have been written when Haydn was at most in his early thirties, the Cello Concerto no. 1 in C major was lost to the world for some two centuries until its discovery in 1961. It’s more listener-friendly than anything by Mozart – almost ingratiatingly endearing. Clearly conscious of the need to capture the dignified elegance of the first movement, the orchestra dialled down its volume by half compared with the roaring conclusion of Seven Nights, but perhaps a little too much, I thought, even though Haydn probably composed it with a small ensemble in mind. As soloist Jian Wang entered after the genteel introduction, I realised that the subdued approach might also be an attempt not to overwhelm his under-powered projection. Although musically well connected to the core of the work, his fingering did not adequately articulate the finer nuances of Haydn’s scoring in the Moderato first movement.