Lorin Maazel and the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra have a very close relationship. In fact, if they were a married couple they would have celebrated their golden anniversary in 2012, having survived and lived to tell the tale of a 50-year collaboration. Not that their relationship has been a monogamous one: Maazel has worked with over 200 different orchestras in his 70-plus years on the podium, and the Vienna Philharmonic have had their fair share of partners as well. However, as one would expect, Vienna and Maazel have a special love for each other, which was clear as soon as the maestro strode onto the stage; Maazel received the sort of applause that most artists would kill for after finishing their performances, and deservedly so. It was eminently clear throughout the evening that Maazel knows his craft – he led the orchestra brilliantly, giving entrances, indicating mood and dictating movement all without the aid of a score.
Tchaikovky’s Orchestral Suite no. 3 in G major, Op. 55 opened the concert. From the opening of the highly melodic “Elégie”, the Philharmonic’s characteristic warmth of tone and fullness of sound was apparent and served Tchaikovky’s lower, darker voicings well. A pensive “Valse mélancolique” followed. The third movement, a scherzo, featured dialogue between a staccato, repetitive theme and syncopated two-note gestures. All three opening movements had beautiful moments; however, the orchestra did not seem to feel particularly at ease. There were ensemble issues between the groups playing melody and those filling accompaniment roles on a number of occasions. Moreover, a few entrances that were not as clean as I’d expect, and certain transitions were awkward and labored. Just when I was wondering if we shouldn’t just wait for the Mariinsky to come to town to hear Russian music, the fourth movement, a “Tema con variazioni”, restored my faith. The folk-like theme, introduced in the violins, went through twelve variations incorporating every conceivable transformation: running sixteenth-note variation, rebirth in minor keys, scorings for woodwinds only, frenetic dances colored with cymbals and triangles, martial renditions, contrapuntal movement, and much more. The final variations built dramatically, using everything from trumpet fanfares, sweeping passagework, and kettledrum rolls, until a triumphant, climactic “Polacca” erupted in a flurry of bows, crashing cymbals and a mass of sound that could blow your hair back. It is easy to see why this movement was often performed by itself during Tchaikovsky’s lifetime: it is unquestionably the high point of the work. It was also magnificently performed; there were heartbreakingly melancholic, virtuosic solos from the concertmaster among others, rich legato string lines, and oh, the brass...