Although I have been writing critical appreciations for more than 20 years, this is my first concert review! I have written notices for The Concert but this, of course, is a comic ballet by Jerome Robbins! Music is one of the vital ingredients of virtually every dance performance but, until now, I have written about the aural experience exclusively in the context of the movement it inspires. To break this duck, I could not have chosen more wisely as this opening concert for the 48th Istanbul Music Festival could not have suited this novitiate any better.
The Tekfen Philharmonic Orchestra's programme comprised four popular, bite-sized favourites, leading off with the overture from Beethoven’s The Creatures of Prometheus and concluding with Béla Bartók’s tribute to Transylvania in his Romanian Folk Dances. These brief works enveloped two more substantial pieces: Mozart’s Violin Concerto no. 5 (known as the “Turkish”) and Prokofiev’s “Classical” Symphony.
The Boğaziçi University South Campus parkland setting nestled before two imposing buildings, separating the musicians from the Bosphorus (with the director liberally using a drone camera for perspective on this imposing waterway). Trees rustled in the wind and a small, socially-distanced audience was augmented by the free movement of people on their evening constitutional, presenting a challenge to the director, as members of the public occasionally merged with the rear echelon of musicians (all of whom that could play standing up were so doing). Cats wandered by on a regular basis and the most laconic spectator was a golden retriever who sat between the front of the audience and the musicians (although disdainfully facing the other way). S/he behaved splendidly but the many extraneous sounds included other dogs’ barking. Although it would have struck a discordant note against this particular programme, Karlheinz Stockhausen’s Helikopter String Quartet would have found some resonance with the sound of an actual helicopter gate-crashing the Turkish Concerto!
These conditions presented considerable challenges to the musicians, particularly as the wind grew more excitable with the onset of dusk, but driven along by the exuberance of Aziz Shokhakimov’s conducting, the orchestra seamlessly integrated with its environment in a way that was refreshingly accessible and remarkably informal. This young Uzbek-born conductor burst onto the international scene, aged just 21, and next year will become music director of the Strasbourg Philharmonic. Judging by the gusto and unbounded enjoyment in his direction of these works, the good people of Alsace are in for an exciting ride.