Mozart wasn't afraid to send the soloist into the highest reaches of their instrument when he wrote his Fourth Violin Concerto. Baiba Skride wasn't afraid to go there. Better still, she seemed to enjoy the view. Her lean, brilliant sound was a formidable fit for Mozart's exuberant wealth of musical ideas. From the opening fanfare theme to the étude-like passages and cascading melodies of the soloist's entrance all the way up the fingerboard, she soared through technical challenges as if they were a mere morning stretch. You would of course expect such technical mastery, but you had to admire the ease of Skride's playing.
Her moderate, pleasant vibrato gave her playing a nice texture and prevented the tone going soggy in the uppermost range where many a violinist would be tempted to use a bigger vibrato just to be on the safe side of intonation. Her intonation was very precise but for very few occasions, where full focus lay on clearness and lightness of her tone. It was also this very sound that easily kept her floating above the full, rich sound of the City of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra.
In Haydn's preceding Symphony no. 103 in E flat major, Andris Nelsons had already set the overall tone of the concert as a gentler one, occasionally exceeding a mezzo forte, and shaping the CBSO's flexible sound into a very full yet lean, clean sonic mould. He worked with a huge variety of dynamic nuances that Skride readily took over for her Mozart.
After all the beaming smiles and goodnatured qualities of the Haydn and Mozart, Prokofiev's Violin Concerto no. 2 in G minor opened up an entirely different view. There was plenty of the idiomatic Russian soul in the opening theme that sees the soloist confess those few bars to the audience. It was an honest, heartfelt opening and imbued with such a melancholy that I haven't experienced before. It had me wondering whether it took a certain geographical proximity to Prokofiev's native Russia, and that perhaps you can only create and impress upon the music you play such longing when you've experienced many long, cold winters yourself.
This concerto was also an opportunity for Skride to show a harsher articulation. Almost biting in the first movement, bow hairs flew, and in the huge, hard pizzicatos, her sound appeared to get an additional dimension and open up a huge, hollow space. After the light, floating atmosphere of the second movement, both the CBSO and Baiba Skride let rip in the concerto's final movement, a frenzied, raving close and an intoxicating performance of this highly concentrated, dense music. Had there been a typical "bravo-man", I would have agreed with him to express one's enthusiasm immediately after the last note had faded.