Music Director of Toulouse’s Orchestre National du Capitole for more than a decade, and of Moscow’s Bolshoi since 2014, Tugan Sokhiev has repeatedly conducted major European orchestras, but is very little known on this side of the Atlantic. Being invited to lead a subscription series with the New York Philharmonic might bring a long-expected change. The scheduled program – a typical overture, concerto, symphony triad – was not very imaginative neither in terms of structure nor in terms of content. But then, pairing a conductor making his debut with a “difficult” program may have been difficult to sell to subscribers.
The public showered with love, though, the evening’s soloist, the marvelous Gil Shaham. With his constant smile, combining transparent virtuosity with a phenomenally sweet tone on his Stradivarius, Shaham gives listeners the impression that everything is easy. His restlessness was well-suited to Prokofiev’s Violin Concerto no. 1 in D major, a composition turning upside down the fast-slow-fast convention but otherwise less radical – rhythmically and chromatically – than its predecessors in the Russian composer’s oeuvre. From the very beginning, Shaham confirmed, in dialogues with the woodwinds and the violas, his ability to listen to what different members of the orchestra have to say. The sound balance between soloist and ensemble was very much in check during the entire performance… even when his fingers moved with a speed that made them visually indistinguishable, Shaham didn’t allow any hesitation to creep into his playing. Clarity was paramount. One wished that both violinist and orchestra would have underlined more the corrosiveness and sarcasm always present – obviously or just as a whiff – in most of Prokofiev’s scores and certainly in this one.
The first work on the program, an eight-minute pièce d’occasion – composed by Borodin as a celebration of the silver anniversary of the reign of Tsar Alexander II – should have been a showcase contrasting European and Oriental colors. Taken at a somehow slow pace, the rendition of In the Steppes of Central Asia was rather soporific, if one forgets the marred initial intervention of the horn, restating the main theme (unfortunately, a foreboding of additional problems with the brass later during the evening).