It’s unfair but tempting to pigeonhole pianists: the intense Mitsuko Uchida; the powerful Martha Argerich; the stately Alicia de Larrocha; and the vivacious Maria João Pires. It’s unlikely I will ever attend a live performance by Argerich, and certainly not de Larrocha, but having seen Mitsuko Uchida a year and a half ago at the Barbican Centre, I was delighted to catch Ms Pires in the Philharmonia Orchestra’s closing concert for the 2012/13 season on Sunday.
The relationship between the solo part and orchestra in Mozart’s Piano Concerto no. 20 is unusual in that they seem to represent two opposing forces – the orchestra as darkness and gloom, and the piano as a silver lining of cheer. Unlike in other concertos, the orchestra does not take up the piano’s opening theme and develop it. This arrangement should have suited Ms Pires down to a T, with her often childlike playfulness in approaching Mozart. Yet Sunday wasn’t her best day. After the brooding and lengthy orchestral introduction, the uncharacteristically timid entry of the piano sounded stiff, and Ms Pires struggled to achieve even phrasing. At one point, it appeared as if she had to help her concentration by visibly mouthing the notes.
By the Romanza second movement, Ms Pires had settled back in her comfort zone, gently coaxing the subtlety from her instrument. The nature of the movement is not overly pensive, and Ms Pires played it just right – tranquil but mildly positive. By the Rondo last movement, she had regained her poise and confidently led the orchestra with a rising ripple. Plenty of delightful banter between soloist and orchestra followed before the movement ended on a jubilant note. It would be churlish to suggest that Ms Pires bungled the performance, but I’ve certainly heard her in better form on record. She seemed reluctant to give an encore, repeatedly inviting the conductor, Yuri Temirkanov, to get off the podium. In the end, we went without one.
Sibelius has insistently refused attribution of nationalistic subtexts to his Symphony no. 2 in D major, but the sheer abundance of contrast and tension is reason enough to savour it. The Philharmonia Orchestra’s performance is a commendable example of superb artistry. Working with sweeping arm movements without a baton, Mr Temirkanov did full justice to Sibelius’ thoughtful orchestration. The delivery was polished, the tone was engaging and the texture was clear. In less capable hands, the finale could have degenerated into a mangle of distractions, but the orchestra held its own, like horses with blinkers careering single-mindedly to the finish.