New York’s Mostly Mozart Festival continued Friday evening with three works, all marvelous and presented in reverse-chronological order. After Witold Lutosławski’s Muzyka żałobna, the orchestra and conductor Louis Langrée were joined by French pianist Jean-Efflam Bavouzet for Bartók’s Piano Concerto no. 3, and the concert concluded with Mozart’s Symphony no. 39 in E flat major.
The first two works shared a common thread, as Muzyka żałobna (“Music of Mourning” or “Funeral Music”) was dedicated to the memory of Bartók. Written in 1958, thirteen years after Bartók’s passing, it employs techniques used by the late master, while at the same time inhabiting a shadowy landscape particular to Lutosławski (1913-94). It is scored for string orchestra, a fitting tribute to a man whose six string quartets revolutionized that genre.
I would never bemoan the programming of Bartók’s Third, one of my favorite concerti in the entire repertoire. However, given the dark atmosphere of Muzyka żałobna, this serene and highly accessible concerto seemed like a bit of a concession to listeners made squeamish by too much dissonance; perhaps one of his first two concerti might have fit better with Lutosławski’s homage. (A quick glance at Mr. Bavouzet’s website reveals scheduled performances of all three Bartóks in 2012, so it was clearly a programming choice rather than a necessity based on the soloist.) A little more “difficult listening” would likely have been welcomed by the apparently younger and enthusiastic audience.
These two works can be heard as their composers’ respective commentaries on human mortality. Whereas Lutosławski clearly found little rejoicing in the act of remembrance, Bartók took a more positive approach to his own end. Already gravely ill, his final piano concerto was intended for his wife, Ditta, to perform in the years to come. Its second movement, marked Andante religioso, is serious but not self-pitying or macabre by any means, and the rest of the piece is resolute and life-affirming. Mozart’s K543 is similarly robust, and gives no indication (Mozart had no idea himself) that in 1788 he only had another three years to live. To view it as a work from the twilight of his life would be misleading, and it was appropriately not presented at all in conjunction with the two 20th-century works on the first half.
The works were done justice, with playing that was about what one would expect from a festival orchestra charged with performing a different program every few days: decent although nothing extraordinary, with some moments better or worse than the mean. The MMF Orchestra seemed more engaged than on the two other occasions I’d heard them recently (see my reviews from August 1st and 7th), but in all three works it took them a while to hit their stride, and section leadership was virtually non-existent all evening.