As an integral part of the lakeside Lugano Art and Culture Center (LAC), the Swiss city’s new concert hall is something of an architectural and acoustical gem. On three levels that slant towards the stage, the hall of some 1000 seats is clad in soft golden pear throughout – a wood whose smooth, silky siding is interrupted only by profiled side-consoles that buffer the sound. The ceiling too has features that give every reach a sense of audio intimacy, making the stage ideal for a small and gifted configuration such as this one was.
Julia Fischer is this year's Artist-in-Residence at the LAC, and her and Daniel Müller-Schott’s fine Italian instruments made the couple a likely match: Ms Fischer plays a Guadagnini violin (1742); Müller-Schott’s cello is by the Venetian master Matteo Goffriller (1727). In Lugano, the duo launched Zoltán Kodály’s demanding 1914 Duet for violin and violincello, Op.7, doing so as if taking up a common breath, such was their delicate and quiet volume at he start of the Allegro serioso. In the Adagio, the two exchanged short themes, often alternating pizzicato with bronze and mellifluous string work. In the Maestoso e largamente – the most demonstrative of the movements –, both players took their bow-work to full throttle, showing remarkable agility in even the most robust play. A passionate dialogue back and forth included an audible reference to gypsy folklore before a fully dynamic ending.
Sadly, though, I had to fault the hall for the evening’s peculiar lighting convention. Throughout the concert, a “top-down” hard spot cast a distorted, if not disconcerting, silhouette of the open piano lid into the back wall, but failed to illuminate the musician’s faces adequately. Both players, we saw, had a shock of brightly top-lit dark hair, but nuances of their expressions and the eye-contact between them were lost to the audience, even to those fairly close to the stage.
Franz Schubert’s Sonata in A minor “Arpeggione”, D.821, saw the multi-talented Ms Fischer at the piano for the cello accompaniment. For my taste, hers was too generous a pedal in the first movement, her volume upstaging the cello in several instances. Further, the absence of real playfulness and luminosity here imparted a “staid” sensation that was hardly the Schubert I expected. That was until I learned that the piece − written for the arpeggione instrument that has long since become obscure − dated from 1824, a time when, four years before his early death, the syphilitic composer was also struggling with a major depression.