Alain Matalon reports from 2013’s Bach in Istanbul Festival, which ran from 10 October to 2 November at various venues around Istanbul.
The light-hearted poster designed for the Bach In Istanbul Festival – reimagining Haussmann’s classic Bach portrait from 1746 in a new light where, instead of a piece of music, the composer holds a traditional Turkish tea glass – must have found its audience in a youthful crowd, since the first thing that caught my attention as I walked in the courtyard of Saint Antione Church for my first concert of the series was that the audience was considerably younger than the norm here in Istanbul.
I know it’s a cliché to talk about the profile of the prevailing classical music concert-goers: that they are older, traditional and, more often than not, big time three-B lovers. The situation in Turkey, however, goes beyond that. The aficionados here are not grouped simply by the genre(s) they prefer; they are further divided by venues – each, more or less, has its own attendees, series, and even organizations – down to who the sponsors are. It’s a well-known, but little talked-about affair. There are people I know who, in some cases, decide whether to attend a concert (or not) based on the anticipated audience.
In that regard, Bach in Istanbul, celebrating its 10th year in 2013, is one of the few organizations that has managed to build an enthusiastic follower base that transcends the obvious and, while predominantly young, attracts a nice blend of people from all walks of life. The festival’s success can be largely attributed to the musicians that they bring: Baroque keyboard masters such as Gustav Leonhardt, Andreas Staier and Pierre Hantaï, modern crossover ensembles like the Jacques Loussier Trio, as well as newcomers to the European Bach scene, have graced the audience with their music. The festival’s choice of venues is another plus for its popularity. Most concerts are held in simply beautiful, even if not acoustically pleasing, settings that include the Hagia Irene, the St Antoine Church, Sirkeci Train Station, and the historic Prince’s Islands. By disrupting the conventional concert-goer’s spatial comfort zone, this festival seems to have created a heterogeneous bunch that cares more about the music and less about its extracurriculars.
Monday evening’s concert featured the Romanian violinist Alexandru Tomescu in a solo appearance featuring J.S. Bach’s partitas and sonatas for violin, and it was held at St Antoine Church in Beyoglu, the heart of Istanbul’s cultural life. The space, of course, is majestic and spiritual enough to reflect Bach’s majesty and spirit – except the composer’s music in this genre is personal and intimate. Mr Tomescu’s relaxed and leisurely take on his chosen repertoire was a stark contrast against the atmosphere, allowing us to focus on the music and not go about trying to make unmerited associations with the space. The evening started with the G minor Sonata BWV 1001, in whose opening Adagio Mr Tomescu demonstrated his ability for tackling Bach’s simultaneous melodic lines. As much as the material is prone to lend itself to it, the musician refrained from sounding melodramatic and instead gave us a clear (as clear as can be under the Church’s mega-acoustics) reading. The soloist’s aptitude for parallel lines became even clearer during the Fuga. He seemed to take unusual bow angles to make the lower register sound on par with the high, but the effort was worth it. Alexandru Tomescu’s laid-back style did have other consequences, however: his dance-like movements did not pump enough rhythm, whether in the gentle Siciliano of the G minor or the final Allegro of the A minor.
The BWV 1002 A minor Sonata, which opens almost identically to the G minor, is the technically more demanding one. But contrary to its sister, the melodic lines in its first movement are sharp and pointy. They make more musical sense when they are presented as detached statements rather than dissolving into each other. Thus, Mr Tomescu’s laid-back technique and his abstinence from using dynamics as a melodic tool, coupled with the reverberation in the hall, ended up sounding a little flat at times. But when the time came to work his fingers into the dense texture of the Fugue, the violinist was ready to step up and give us a relentless and unyielding reading with rich lines and a forward momentum. His Andante swayed towards the romantic side, which I personally endorse, as the movement is essentially a respite between the Fugue and the ensuing toccata-like Allegro.
The second half of the evening was dedicated to the magnificent D minor Partita, BWV 1004. The Partita is, of course, one of the epitomes of Bach’s creations in both its musical and technical scopes. Its famous Chaconne has even been said to “condense the whole of life into 14 or so minutes”. Listening to it from a competent player is, for me, one of the most spiritual experiences a person can go through. Alexandru Tomescu was not here to lead us through an epiphany, however, and he gave a straightforward reading of the piece – and the Chaconne in particular – that was at times reminiscent of Nathan Milstein. He kept his vibrato at an absolute minimum while jumping through all the technical obstacles with ease. No wonder Mr Tomescu defines himself as a Paganini specialist; he excels at devilishly fast passages and he even looked like he couldn’t wait for the central major episode to be over before he could get back to the outer movement once again.
Bach’s works for solo violin are emotionally draining pieces – so much more than his oeuvre for other solo instruments. Listening to three of them in a row can be taxing on the audience both psychologically and intellectually. Alexandru Tomescu’s varied style, generally treading on the lighter side, left no such effect. It was a musically, emotionally and intellectually satisfying evening.
Venue-hopping in Istanbul can be a real drag. The second event I had planned to go for the Festival was Konstantin Lifschitz’s piano recital, in which he would play the Goldberg Variations. It was not to be, alas, as the concert date coincided with a Turkish national holiday. The city’s evening festivities were held close to concert venue by the Bosporus, effectively bringing the traffic around the district to a standstill. I ended up spending the evening trying to get to the concert inside a taxi cab, listening to the Goldberg Variations on headphones and watching the fireworks from afar.