Separated by nearly a century, Weber and Mahler provided striking contrast on Wednesday evening at the Lighthouse, Poole; beguiling lyricism from one and feverish, tumultuous extremes from the other. The invigorating partnership between the Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra and their guest conductor Daniele Rustioni (recently appointed Principal Conductor of the Opéra National de Lyon) sparked a red-blooded account of Mahler’s Fifth Symphony and a wonderfully polished rendering of Weber’s Clarinet Concerto no. 1 in F minor. Centre-stage for this attractive work was principal clarinettist of the Vienna Philharmonic, Daniel Ottensamer.
Weber produced two concertos for the clarinet (and a concertino) in 1811 and intended them for the Munich clarinettist Heinrich Baermann. All three works have entered the repertoire and, with this handsome performance, it is not hard to hear why the First is so popular. From the opening bars, the BSO (under guest leader Mark Derudder) brought a wonderfully hushed, ink-still-wet clarity, as if imparting some hidden secret. Add to this dewy surface the liquid gold of Ottensamer’s clarinet and we had absolute perfection. Ottensamer began phrases with the softest murmurings, caressing and developing them with a musicality that combined an effortless technique with searching intelligence. He was incapable of making an ugly sound – high notes in the clouds had the same beauty of tone as those in the chalumeau register.
The central Adagio also found Ottensamer in poetic mode. More of an extended aria, this movement brought to the fore a magical rapport from the orchestra. Perfectly-judged balance and ensemble was nowhere better heard than in the imaginatively-scored passage for solo clarinet and three horns – its arresting wind sonorities brought rapt silence from a spell-bound audience. If the first two movements emphasised the clarinet’s lyrical properties, then the witty Rondo; finale placed agility centre-stage. Little wonder at the close of this superb performance Ottensamer was given a thundering ovation. Returning for an encore, he produced more honeyed tones in an improvisation that, once again, made clear his ability to draw fresh colours from his instrument.