The Théâtre des Champs-Elysées invited Yuri Temirkanov’s Saint Petersburg Philharmonic Orchestra to celebrate Beethoven and the Napoleonic wars in a heroic program: the Piano Concerto no. 5 in E flat major “Emperor” and the Symphony no. 3 in E flat major “Eroica”.
The reason why this nickname was attached to the concerto was never established: composition having begun in 1809, during the battle of Wagram, the work might refer to the winning emperor (Napoleon) or to the composer’s champion (the Austrian emperor Franz) but its title was given by someone other than the composer, who dedicated his fifth concerto to Archduke Rudolf, his pupil and friend. Concerning the symphony, we all know the story – Beethoven wanted to dedicate it to Bonaparte, heir of the French Revolution, before the young Consul took the crown and began to threaten Europe. The disappointed composer crossed out the tyrant’s name and put “Sinfonia Eroica” instead, “to celebrate the memory of a great man”.
There was obviously some trouble at the Théâtre that night and we learnt at 8 o’clock that the program would be inverted – far more logically, the concerto would be played before the symphony. In a babel of noise, following the orchestra and its conductor, the star of the concert appeared: Nikolai Lugansky. Right from the beginning of the concerto, he showcased an energetic, mighty, and precise touch; his confidence was unmatched by a tentative orchestra, even the opening chords falling out of sync. The accompaniment lacked nuances throughout the first movement, with dynamics staying resolutely between forte and mezzoforte. Fortunately, Lugansky gave a wonderful performance, one which, though perhaps lacking romanticism and sweetness, had totally convincing vigour, strength, and accuracy. The second movement gave him the opportunity to show a great sensitivity, aided by a wonderful string section. Lugansky evoked perfectly this movement's tender yet spacious sound world: delicate pianos, sweet crescendos, fine touch and pure German romanticism. The third movement, however, showed little evidence of such mastery and suffered more from poor rapport between soloist and orchestra. Lost, it seemed, was enthusiasm and with it the audience’s concentration, explicable perhaps in part by some trouble in the hall (a medical emergency), but mainly by the lack of nuances in Temirkanov’s interpretation. Old-fashioned and heavy, this reading better described an old, fat emperor, slumped on his throne; quite unlike Lugansky’s confident knight, winning heroic battles and beautiful princesses left and right. In the brilliant last cadenza, though, Nikolai Lugansky’s delicate touch and the orchestra’s robust response finally saw the young hero triumphant.