The Madrid Symphony Orchestra has a busy season ahead. In addition to taking care of all the productions of the Spanish capital’s opera house, they are presenting a series of concerts in the Auditorio Nacional, the city’s concert hall. The first of these proposed a programme devoted to Rachmaninov and Tchaikovsky – in itself, illustrative of the level of their ambition.
The evening opened with Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto no. 3, the composer’s favourite out of the four he penned, and one that requires little introduction. Less celebrated than his second in its early days, relentless advocacy by Vladimir Horowitz has granted it a firm place in the standard repertoire as a tour de force for any pianist seeking to put their virtuosity to the test. It is all there: polyphony, double notes, never-ending runs up and down the keyboard, reckless martelatti (“hammering” the notes), and complex harmonies.
On this occasion, the onus fell on Denis Zhdanov, a young Ukrainian pianist whose international career is quickly taking off. The opening of the concerto, that prodigious phrase that lingers throughout the piece – and in the listener’s conscience afterward – was remarkable in its subtleness and determined fragility. This nuanced space is where Zhdanov feels at home. The thing is, it does not last long. Rachmaninov then immediately dives ruthlessly into well over half an hour of pianistic marathon that requires precision, endurance and immense concentration just to get to the end unscathed. Zhdanov worked hard throughout, and it showed. He offered moments of troubling beauty and boldly dived into the score’s labyrinth. At times lost his track through rushing ever so slightly – a common challenge for anyone trying to contain this beast.
That said, if there was any need to confirm his quality as a pianist, and in particular his delicacy, Zhdanov’s playing of Chopin’s Nocturne Op. 9 no. 2 in E flat major as an encore did the trick. A hair-raisingly fast interpretation didn’t deny the piece any of its nuances.
Zhdanov was not alone in his Rachmaninov quest. The orchestra faithfully supported and conversed with him, attaining a remarkable breadth of colours and sounding univocal and multiple at the same time. They cherished and exploited every one of the long phrases the composer wrote for them as incidental soloists. The violas and the cellos are particularly worth mentioning as the source of some very rich melodies. In its enthusiasm, the orchestra did dwarf the pianist more often than desirable, but then again the orchestration the composer chose perhaps prescribes so at times.