After last week’s very full programme at the Kennedy Center: Concert Hall, it was something of a relief tonight to have but two works to focus on – and what a pair! Brahms' Piano Concerto no. 1 in D minor was the weighty work of the evening, balanced out by the most light-filled and uncomplicatedly joyous of Beethoven’s symphonies (the Pastoral) in the second half.
Brahms First Piano Concerto, fruit of a long gestation between his 21st and 26th year is a work of partnership between soloist and orchestra, something that wasn’t at all to the taste of its first audience in 1859. Tonight Nikolai Lugansky under the baton of visiting conductor, Osmo Vänskä gave it a fairly decent but undazzling rendition. It was serious of purpose as is only fitting to this weighty Brahmsian concerto, but lacking somewhat in verve, and in the first two movements, one did not come away with the sense that there was an irresistibly compelling dynamic triangulation between soloist, conductor, and orchestra. Lugansky, a gentleman-player in style, did not attack, early on, with romantic ferocity and, as this first movement is nothing if not monumentally tempestuous, I felt rather short-changed, cheated of Sturm und Drang. There was a sort of weightiness, which was good to watch and to listen to at times, hands from on high descending into those powerful chords: technically, there was mastery.
At other times, that same weight could come off as more ponderous than desirable: cantabiles that never quite sung out, a notey articulation, an accurate but unshowy run up or down the keyboard. The Adagio, over whose ‘spiritual’ content Clara Schumann waxed lyrical, did not begin from a perfectly tranquil place in the orchestra, but it did achieve some stillness, at least, in its course, and there was, in due course, a finer exploration of the restrained register on behalf of both piano and orchestra. By the final Rondo, I felt that all performers were more in their stride, having recourse to more drama of expression and passion and playing, it would seem, with more shared conviction. Finally, we were allowed to experience the Romantic power of the work, something that had been mislaid in the first two movements, more is the pity.