For a programme supposedly inspired by the outset of spring, the weather could scarcely have been less cooperative. After a balmy day or two, Toronto served up biting winds and freezing temperatures. Yet, the unfailing pulling power of Mahler was evident in the near-capacity hall.
The evening opened with the investiture of Gustavo Gimeno as Commander of Civil Merit, one of Spain’s highest honours, bestowed by King Philippe III. Leading the ceremony, the Spanish ambassador got a particularly rousing cheer when he asserted Canada’s independence and sovereignty. Patriotic emotions overflowed with the Spanish national anthem followed by O Canada. Expectations were already high for what was to follow, given that this programme is tipped for inclusion in the TSO’s eight-city European tour next year.
The first half consisted of vocal works, featuring Austrian-British soprano, Anna Prohaska, encasing a short orchestral interlude, in the shape of Maria Theresia von Paradis’s Overture to her Singspiel Der Schulkandidat – a jovial if anonymous affair. If there is case to be made for this modestly talented, blind contemporary of Mozart and Haydn, the TSO and Gimeno certainly did their very best.
Even less substantial was Rufus Wainwright’s A Woman’s Face, from his Five Shakespeare Sonnets, a four-minute song with a nicely scored accompaniment that develops from celesta solo to orchestra tutti. The setting itself scores high for unmemorability, as though it had been rummaged out from a discarded pile of failed attempts by Andrew Lloyd Webber. A miked-up Prohaska, singing from the choir seats, was at least audible, but diction came a poor second to bel canto.
Extending the Viennese concept came two concert arias: Fiordiligi’s “Come scoglio” from Così fan tutte and Haydn’s Scena di Berenice. Unfortunately, Prohaska’s under-powered voice, pleasant though it is and well suited to lighter Baroque repertoire, was not up to the athleticism and drama demanded by either piece. Such suspicions were confirmed in the finale of Mahler’s Fourth Symphony where, despite transparent orchestral textures, her voice lacked the requisite power, not to mention lightness, insouciance and childlike wonder.