Ten years separate Beethoven’s First and Third Piano Concertos. Performing them on the same program chronicles how far the composer progressed in his handling of the genre and the role of the soloist. The First is, for the most part, traditional, beginning with a jaunty march, progressing through a subdued, contemplative slow movement to conclude with a prolonged, Haydenesque tease. Though the orchestra takes the lead, the piano doesn’t always follow. The Fourth speaks in a much different, unexpected, and often darker, more assertive voice with the piano the prime mover, coaxing and contending with the orchestra.
At times, Paul Lewis’ fingers seemed to transmit their intentions to the keyboard without making contact. There was no sense of anything being struck, let alone touched. The notes flowed liquid and clear. No matter how softly he played (and he played extremely softly at times, particularly at the beginning of the Fourth), they gleamed with the same light. The best pianists tame their instrument’s percussive nature, transforming it into something approximating the human voice. In the First, Lewis’ piano sang with the clarity and dexterity of a coloratura; the Fourth featured a whole cast of characters. What had been showy virtuosity before here took on more colors, depth and weight. The more whimsical aspects of both concertos were underplayed, however, with the third movement of the First unfortunately finding both Lewis and Nelsons a bit too poker-faced to fully evoke its playful spirit. Still, these performances were a tour de force for all concerned with the Boston Symphony Orchestra responding to Lewis’ dynamic finesse with a palette of its own.