The riotous energy of carnival dazzled Symphony Hall as Alain Altinoglu debuted with the Boston Symphony in a program he assembled as a personal homage to Charles Munch. Le Carnaval romain ignited the festivities. Berlioz fashioned his concert overture from two Act 1 episodes from his opera Benvenuto Cellini: the sculptor’s duet with Teresa, and the Fat Tuesday tumult in Piazza Colonna which closes the act. Standing tall, chin up, Altinoglu unleashed the orchestra with vigorous, sharp gestures, turning completely to his left and right to shape or underline a particular phrase in the strings. The rhythmic pulse was steady but pliant and tension built without excessive speed or blurring the line. The duet music was given a languid caress by Robert Sheena’s English horn and then the rest of the orchestra before the swirling woodwinds announced the onslaught of revelers. The break to the finish was so infectious it moved a gentleman nearby to exclaim, “If it weren’t so damn cold tonight, I’d run out of here right now and raise some hell!”
Édouard Lalo wrote his Symphonie espagnole for the Spanish violin virtuoso, Pablo de Sarasate. Spangled with gypsy and Moorish motifs, and pulsing with the dance rhythms of the tango, seguidilla and habanera, this concerto, along with Carmen which premiered a month later, help set Spain as the exotic other for generations of French composers. Lalo, an accomplished violinist himself, knew well how to exploit Sarasate’s strengths: speed, precision, delicacy of touch, and mastery of the pianissimo. George Bernard Shaw spoke of Sarasate’s overall “quietude”– a total lack of the look-at-me virtuosity which makes a performance more about the soloist than the music. Each of these descriptions applied to Renaud Capuçon, who seemed to be channeling his predecessor in a display of joyous virtuosity which had the audience applauding between movements. Playing from memory, he lavished a pure singing tone and showered a rainbow of colors on Lalo’s carnivalesque espagnolade. Capuçon and Altinoglu have known each other since conservatory days. That familiarity showed in the fluid ease of the give and take between soloist and orchestra, particularly in the second movement when the orchestra dances and the violin sings. These days, standing ovations have become almost Pavlovian. This one was well deserved.