Jorma Panula is now 94, and anyone who sees or hear him conduct these days is likely to be a fellow musician: one of his many conducting students, or a member of the ensembles they are leading. You will trawl YouTube in vain for examples of Panula putting into practice the wisdom he has imparted to generations of conductors: Sakari Oramo, Osmo Vänskä, Esa-Pekka Salonen, Klaus Mäkelä, Santtu-Matias Rouvali... you name them, Panula has taught them. Typically, this rare chance to catch Panula in action took place as the culmination of a week of masterclasses in Riga.
As soloist in Richard Strauss' Oboe Concerto, Egils Upatnieks took a couple of minutes to warm to his task. It may be that, as principal oboe of the Latvian National Symphony Orchestra, he is unused to the spotlight, though oboists are soloists by nature. Once settled into his groove, he unfolded the concerto not as the usual endless stream of melody, but as a conversation piece in the mould of other late-Strauss works: the yang to Metamorphosen’s yin, a scene without words from Capriccio, requiring the attentive complicity of his orchestral colleagues.
Panula drew unobtrusive attention to the opening flutter in the bass as a unifying leitmotif for the whole concerto. Upatnieks’s sound is lighter and narrower than some of his central-European counterparts: more a swallow than a nightingale. His keen, vocal phrasing of the slow movement brought to mind a gallery of Straussian heroines, left alone for a moment with their thoughts: the Marschallin and the Empress as well as the Countess.
Conducting is good for you, they say – all that cardio-vascular exercise of hours spent with arms raised above the heart – and Panula is a walking advert for its health benefits, cutting a remarkably spry figure. Any assumption that his minimalist body language in the Strauss had been occasioned by physical rather than artistic necessity was soon dispelled by the Second Symphony of Sibelius. Each gesture was proportionate to its effect, though that idea puts the cart before the horse.
Panula is not the first aged maestro to demonstrate that less can be more; that the alchemy of charisma and technique, a mystery to the rest of us, may shape a complex form with absolute economy of means, as if to fulfil Hokusai’s stated ambition to make a whole painting from a single stroke of the brush. Perhaps it’s obvious to say, but Panula conducts the musicians, and they make the music. What he never does, on this evidence, is to make a ballet from the score. If the attention of the audience is inevitably focused on him, it transfers through his movement to the form and expression of the notes brought to life by the orchestra. Some of his celebrated students could do with a top-up lesson in this regard.