Longevity amongst conductors is so common it has been the subject of serious studies. Leading an orchestra seems to be the royal road to the Fountain of Youth. Leopold Stokowski and Sir Neville Marriner remained active into their nineties, only relinquishing the podium when death came to take them by the hand. Compared to them, Charles Dutoit, who turned 80 just two weeks ago, is a babe in the woods. The energy and engagement he brought to a vigorous and stimulating program of works by British composers bodes well for the years to come.
The Boston Symphony last performed Sir William Walton’s Portsmouth Point in 1941. Inspired by a popular 1811 print by Thomas Rowlandson depicting a tumultuous dockside scene in a seedy quarter of Portsmouth long favored by the tars of the Royal Navy, the overture is a rollicking romp of shifting cross rhythms and incandescent scene painting, a pell-mell piece off and running at a gallop from the outset. “Spice Island” was another name for this notorious tenderloin and spice is exactly what infused the overture as Dutoit and the orchestra exhaled this rousing piece in one deep breath.
Elgar’s Cello Concerto in E minor is imbued with the melancholy and sense of loss World War I left in its wake, reflecting the composer’s growing conviction that “everything good [ … ] was gone for good.” That conviction was substantiated when his wife died six months after the concerto’s first performance in October, 1918. This would be his final major composition. The Boston Symphony has programmed the Elgar with Yo-Yo Ma six times since 1989. Their seventh collaboration found Ma as masterful as ever technically, but almost withdrawn in his introspection and adopting a dynamic range which verged at times on the inaudible. The performance also took some time to gel, thanks to a miscalculation in his attacking the solo opening lament before the audience had quite settled in from its welcoming applause. Once overcome, the initial estrangement yielded to the emotional weight of the sombre death march which dominates the first movement. By the third and fourth movements everyone was totally engaged, with Ma listening as intently as he played, looking and leaning toward various sections, particularly the low strings, and blending his timbre with theirs. Dutoit’s spare accompaniment took its cue from his soloist. The sensitive and responsive synergy between them fashioned the penultimate Adagio into a mournful sigh.