“Psyche”, the theme of the Lucerne Festival im Sommer concerts this year, allows for multiple interpretations that all bear witness to the power of music, with its profound, healing, enlightening or even manipulative effects on the human soul. For the opening concerts last weekend, the Latvian conductor Andris Nelsons was asked to take on the selection of Brahms that Claudio Abbado had scheduled and had to leave behind. Given the strong identity the orchestra attained in the ten years of Abbado’s intensive collaboration, it is hardly surprising that many have since questioned the future of the great conductor’s legacy, and are watching − and weighing − both Nelsons’s ability to motivate the players and his commitment to the musical community that Abbado so steadfastly fostered.
Nelsons already has a solid history with Lucerne. In 2012, the Festival elected him its “artiste étoile,” giving him the advantage of familiarity with the venue and players. But his style of conducting couldn’t differ more from that of Abbado, whose “magic hands” could impart what he wanted with the most measured of movements. By contrast, Nelsons uses his whole body like a baton, its language so clearly paralleling the sounds of select instruments, that even if you were completely deaf, you might still be able to locate where in the score you should be. He twists, re-centres, stands up to attention as stiffly as any Navy Admiral, bends backwards, straddles the podium, pens arcs in mid-air with his baton. And indeed, he does make beautiful music.
The concert began with Brahms’ merry-making Serenade in D major Op.16. Written in the late 1850s during the time Brahms was serving as court music teacher and choir conductor in Westphalia, the serenade is thought to represent a key stepping-stone on the composer’s path towards larger scale symphonic works. In a particularly tender melodic exchange between the flutes and oboes, Nelsons used gestures that recalled picking brambles out of fleece, or kneading bread. The Scherzo stood as an accomplished weave of instrumental threads, the sound alternating between the delicate and exuberant.
In the third movement, with a darker palette in the cellos, the sound grew into almost a galactic dictum, a powerful sound that seemed again to say, “rise up and ye shall be counted!”. While the sweetness of the oboe was reaffirmed in the Minuet, the final movement ended on an ebullient note, the piccolo charging in near the end with her silvery pistol rapport.