Few quotations have surprised, delighted and saddened me as much as this remark by Schoenberg: "There is nothing I long for more intensely than to be taken for a better sort of Tchaikovsky. People should know my tunes and whistle them." This was one of several anecdotes offered by Discovering Music's Stephen Johnson in the pre-concert talk on "The New Century". In the first of two concerts, the BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra presented a programme of works by Schoenberg, Berg and Schubert. Schubert? In the new century? Yes, arranged by Webern. Discovered only in 1931, the Deutsche Tänze, D.820 were published by Universal, who also commissioned Webern's orchestral arrangement. This strikes me as an inspired publishing decision, for who could oxygenate Schubert's piano original more than Webern? It was also an inspired piece of programming by the BBC SSO. In addition to the pleasure inherent in this fine performance, traces of Viennese dance could be more easily spotted throughout the evening, regardless of radical change in musical language. No. 4 teased the listener as to whether the metre was in two or three. Both Webern's elegant orchestration and the orchestra's fine playing were enhanced by the City Halls' wonderful acoustic which offers a rare mix of warmth and clarity. Let's hope that the Radio 3 recording captures this. The date of broadcast remains to be determined.
Ilya Gringolts joined the BBC SSO in Schoenberg's Violin Concerto, Op. 36 (1935-36). The technical demands of this work are such that Schoenberg had to stress that it had been written for a normal five-fingered hand. Technical difficulty can result in an uneasy experience for an audience. However, in the hands of a player of Gringolts' calibre, this dimension simply rendered the performance all the more thrilling. The dare-devilry of the cadenzas was matched by Gringolts' immense musicality. Even the quiet moments were electrifying, especially the opening of the final cadenza, which simultaneously features double-stopping and trills. The re-entry of the orchestra was so explosive that the gentleman to my right jumped. I saw in Gringolts' demeanour something I hadn't witnessed before in a concerto performance. In orchestral passages soloists can often be seen 'gathering themselves' in a variety of ways: releasing bodily tensions; listening for the point of re-entry; simply remaining still. Gringolts seemed as engaged in these moments as when in full flight. He really seemed to thrill to the orchestra's playing, and he clearly loves the work. This joy was reciprocated in the beaming faces of the BBC SSO, particularly the violinists. The audience, healthy in size but not really a capacity crowd, despite free entry, responded very warmly to this fine performance. If you ever needed to disabuse anyone of the notion that serial music is passionless academe, this work would be a good place to begin.