“To lose one might be regarded as a misfortune, to lose both looks like carelessness.” Lady Bracknell’s quip seemed to apply rather aptly to the Dublin NCH’s dilemma of having to replace both conductor and pianist for tonight’s concert. It could also be just the luck for a concert scheduled on Friday 13th. However, we were richly rewarded by the replacements, conductor Jaime Martín and pianist Boris Giltburg, the latter particularly impressing with his thoughtful musicianship.
The programming was innovative, eschewing the traditional second half symphony and opting instead for Schoenberg’s clever orchestral arrangement of Brahms’ Piano Quartet no. 1 in G minor. Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto no. 1 in B flat minor was the hook to draw in the crowds, while a dectet started the concert with another arrangement (this time by George Benjamin) of Bach’s Canon and Fugue from The Art of Fugue.
This opening arrangement by Benjamin was something of a damp squib. Given that there were only ten musicians, I felt the presence of conductor Martín was de trop, inhibiting the dynamic communication and flow within this intimate grouping. Scored for four violins, two violas, a cello, a flute and two horns, Benjamin was commissioned in 2007 to make this orchestral arrangement of Bach’s Art of Fugue. While the liveliness of the opening canon was well captured, there were some initial balance issues with the horns.
The contrasting slow movement fugue featured some gentle plucking and long, reflective notes on the horn, solemnly drawn out. There was a mournfulness to the flute’s contrapuntal melody above while the violas’ harmonics lent an ominous air to this movement. Despite some attempt by leader Helena Wood to communicate with the others, the overall effect lacked sparkle.
Ranking alongside his ballet music or Romeo and Juliet fantasy in popularity, Tchaikovsky’s First Piano Concerto is a staple of every pianist’s repertoire. A war horse of the international piano competitions, it suffers from the fate of being played louder and faster by each successive pianist. It was something of a surprise therefore to witness the warm sound that Giltburg elicited from the celebrated chordal opening, forcing neither sound nor pace. At this slightly slower tempo Giltburg allowed us to luxuriate in the familiar harmonies, suffusing the stiller passages with a dreamy mysticism. Playful when needed, he dabbed the pedal sparingly to allow the clarity of the filigree to glisten. This thoughtful musician proved he was no slouch at the many thundering octave passages that pepper this piece. It was akin to watching someone press the “sports mode” button in a zippy car and experience the instant thrust and power of what you had previously considered a mild, eco-friendly engine. In the cadenza, Giltburg shaped the melody up on top with the trills shimmering below.