Christian Gerhaher and six phenomenal string players kicked off the first of three portrait concerts at the Musikverein last night with a chamber music program dedicated to night. Swiss composer Othmar Schoeck’s Notturno for baritone and string quartet began the evening, a composition rarely performed though due to its length and complexity. Schoeck himself was unsure when he composed the work in the early 1930s if it could be effective in performance, and has remained functionally unperformed until Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau and the Juilliard Quartet introduced it to the world in the late 60s. Since then it has been steadily, if occasionally programmed and recorded in the German speaking world, offering one of few German-language opportunities for a baritone and a string quartet to make music together. And chamber music it is; of the fourteen movements, which flow into one another in attacca, only ten involve the voice. The instrumental writing is complex and melodically driven, presenting the quartet as four individual voices which weave into each other, and the voice is effectively a fifth, which just happens to carry the text.
Gerhaher’s diction is singular, and his rendition of the nine sombre Nikolaus Lenau settings – poems drawing from the long Romantic tradition of using nature to reflect the inner emotional landscape – was beautifully nuanced. He can find a hollow sound in his open vowels to give the listener chills, and his depiction of the nightmarish, panicked frenzy of Der Traum war so wild, was breathtaking. Similarly, Isabelle Faust and Anne Katharina Schreiber (violin), Danusha Waskiewicz (viola) and Jean-Guihen Queyras (cello) conversed as easily in their musical milieu as in a Kaffeehaus. The final number, a setting of Gottfried Keller, Heerwagen, mächtig Sternbild der Germanen, provided a release from the veiled despair of the rest of the work. It’s looped harmonic movement and steady ductus provides a trance-like stasis almost hymn-like in comparison, but the release of Schoeck’s protagonist’s soul is into the nothingness of the universe, not paradise.