Thursday evening was a decidedly E flat major affair at Severance Hall with The Cleveland Orchestra presenting a pair of works with little in common beyond sharing that rather regal key: Beethoven’s final piano concerto and Elgar’s final (completed) symphony. Perhaps more familiar as a violinist, the multi-faceted Nikolaj Znaider took the podium and proved a strong advocate in both the venerable Beethoven concerto and the much less trodden work of Elgar.
Yefim Bronfman served as soloist in the Emperor Piano Concerto, a work which like so many of Beethoven’s others has become irrevocably associated with an epithet the composer never chose – this one being particularly absurd given Beethoven’s distaste for aristocracy, stately as the concerto may be. The opening cadenza-like flourishes were grandiose without resorting to pomposity, putting Bronfman’s virtuosity front and center from the onset. The accompaniment Znaider drew from the orchestra was one of supple phrasing and energetic playing, if perhaps a bit overzealous at times. Bronfman’s performance was both majestic and lyrical, boasting an impeccably sound technique that sailed through the fearsome trills and rapid scales. A triumphant moment at the movement’s midpoint saw some powerfully muscular playing from Bronfman in its imposing chords and octaves; at the other end of the spectrum was a particularly lovely moment wherein a rippling passage in the piano was gently augmented by the warmth of the horns.
The Adagio un poco mosso began with prayer-like strings in the distant key of B major that introduced the tender and songful part for piano. Beautiful as it may have been, it still felt somewhat rough-hewn with balance not always ideal and tempos a tad rushed. The closing rondo returned to the home key; in the transition between movements Beethoven achieved the impossible in making the two keys sound somehow inextricably related. The main theme galloped from the keyboard, and while one of the rondo’s sections was of dark pathos, exultation won the day. Near the end was a striking segment of almost Schubertian understatement with the orchestration distilled to the piano and timpani and matters frozen almost to a standstill, which served to make the final moments all the more dramatic. Bronfman was duly brought back for an encore in Debussy’s Clair de lune; the delicacy one wanted in the concerto’s slow movement was here in spades as the pianist brought to life this tableau of shimmering moonlight.