The word “power” – theme of this year’s Lucerne Summer Festival – has many connotations, all of which depend on context. But it’s safe to say that people of all nations and ethnicities listen to music in one form or another, and that it has brilliant associative capabilities. The power of music has been scientifically proven to improve memory, attention span, physical coordination and mental development. Moreover, it can “lift the spirits” and by stimulating the regeneration of brain cells, spur motivation and concentration. The festival's opening concert made a real case for those many attributes.
Widely accredited with its sheer pianistic brilliance, Sergei Rachmaninov's Third Piano Concerto was written for his first American tour in 1909, within the period most often cited as the apex of his composing career. Before he left Russia in the aftermath of the 1917 October Revolution, Rachmaninov never dreamt that he would be touring in the country that would later become his home. Indeed, he apparently accepted the American tour offer only because he hoped that the promised concert fees would allow him to realise his dream of buying a car.
Russian pianist Denis Matsuev simply electrified the Lucerne stage with his performance. It is said that no other work of this genre demands more notes played per second; and indeed, there were times when Matsuev’s hands were no more than a blur on the keys. His range of interpretation, from the dreamlike to the demonstrative, from the reticent through to the triumphant and brassy, showed him exploring all the colours of Rachmaninov’s musical spectrum. He made the score as three-dimensional, as palpable as music can be. It comes as no surprise that when the composer’s grandson recorded Rachmaninov’s masterworks on the very piano his famous grandfather had played, his choice of pianist was Matsuev.
Matsuev was supported by a configuration of players second to none. The Lucerne Festival Orchestra musicians hold chairs in the world’s finest orchestras and many enjoy distinguished solo careers. There was a moment in the first movement, for example, where the tempo gradually slowed, and in fairly quick succession, the flute, oboe and clarinet each had a brief solo, all of them consummately beautiful. Again and again as one resonant body, too, the strings’ emotive work was extraordinary, enough, as the adage goes, to make even a brave man cry.