It’s Richard Wagner’s bicentennial year, and everyone is getting in on the act. 22 different productions, by one count, of the complete Ring cycle will be seen worldwide, not to mention countless other celebratory evenings put on by sundry ensembles. Among the latter was last Saturday’s concert at the Music Center at Strathmore, with Marin Alsop leading the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra – a conductor and an ensemble not known for their Wagnerian chops.
The program could have been called Wagner’s Greatest Hits: the Meistersinger prelude, the prelude and Liebestod from Tristan und Isolde, and Act I of Die Walküre. The orchestral playing, like the programming, was more dutiful than inspired, with Alsop’s prosaic conducting failing to paint with a broad tonal palette or to capture a rich, expressive Wagnerian sound. Alsop tended to conduct measure to measure, with an inflexible beat, rather than envisioning any larger musical sweep or sense of architecture. Nevertheless, what lifted the evening’s proceedings beyond the mundane were the noteworthy contributions of three American singers featured in the Walküre excerpt.
The evening’s curtain-raiser, the Meistersinger prelude, was predictable and pedestrian, led as it was with an almost metronomic regularity. The march and fanfare melodies were plodding and heavily articulated, with little sense of rhythmic drive or forward momentum. The BSO’s strings produced a thick, powerful sound, and had some lovely cantabile moments when called for, but the woodwinds were unstylish and the brass lacking in crispness. Brass-heavy balances in the peroration obscured the contrapuntal textures and inner detail, though the piece did achieve a kind of inevitable, blunt power at its climactic moments.
Alsop’s account of the Tristan prelude was conceived on a smaller scale and led carefully, never giving itself over to abandon or to Wagner’s sense of unending melody. Orchestral textures were clearer, but Alsop’s four-square approach meant that the performance never captured the ardor and ecstasy of the ebb and flow of the music’s sweeping lines. The first impression of Heidi Melton given in the Liebestod was one of a youthful, warm, and focused dramatic soprano, which, alas, was several sizes too small for Isolde. She sang with elegant sensitivity yet was simply underpowered, even with Alsop visibly restraining her orchestral forces.