Whatever our relationship with music we often have moments in our lives where the thing we’ve always loved feels like little more than a habit, or worse still a chore. You go to a concert and sit through it, and you know in your head that the orchestra played well and that the soloists were excellent, but your heart remains unmoved. Since the beginning of April I’d been disenchanted by classical music, for reasons I can’t quite articulate, and I needed an experience to blow the cobwebs away. Lisa Batiashvili did that for me on Sunday, performing Brahms’ notoriously difficult Violin Concerto with the Staatskapelle Dresden and Christian Thielemann.
Batiashvili has a truly impressive sound, rich throughout its range, and from forte to piano, but still maintaining a diverse variety of colours. In the opening movement of the concerto the difficulties were completely imperceptible, so thoroughly mastered and internalised, that only the music sung through, and it did so radiantly. The high passages were rounded and beautifully phrased, while the rapid passages brimmed with energy. There was no moment which was routine, and the whole performance exuded freshness. The short cadenza (by the Italian composer Feruccio Busoni), with a timpani roll as accompaniment, was really exciting, with a tension so often missing in cadenzas. Under Thielemann, the orchestra were set somewhat in the background, and with such an exuberant soloist worked well. They were constantly there supporting, but never outshining or drowning out Batiashvili.
The second movement was also poised and the orchestra created a beautiful cushion of sound throughout, allowing the violin to float effortlessly on top. In spite of the wonderful playing, I missed a sense of general direction through this movement; it seemed to wander aimlessly through pastoral beauty, but without a goal. The finale was a fireball of energy, both from soloist and orchestra, with a level of precision that few orchestras and few soloists can achieve. One thing that really struck me about this performance was the level of excitement that precision brings. When both orchestra and soloist play with this level of rhythmic perfection, adding their own musical wills to that, there is a level of spine-tingling exhilaration which cannot be replaced by any amount of musical inspiration alone.