Stravinsky
The Faun and the Shepherdess
Two Poems of Balmont
Three Japanese Lyrics
Pulcinella – Suite
Tchaikovsky, orch. Stravinsky
The Sleeping Beauty – Variation d’Aurore; Entr’acte symphonique
Stravinsky
Monumentum pro Gesualdo di Venosa
Pribautki
Cat’s Cradle Songs
Three Little Songs
Tilimbom
Ode
Claire Booth (soprano)
Lucy Schaufer (mezzo-soprano)
City of Birmingham Orchestra
Sakari Oramo
Reviewed by: Richard Whitehouse
Reviewed: 1 March, 2008
Venue: CBSO Centre, Birmingham
This instalment of the City of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra’s “IgorFest” found itself, courtesy of political conferences, in CBSO Centre – the orchestra’s rehearsal and recital venue which, if acoustically a little opaque when larger forces and a sizeable audience are in situ, was yet fitting for such a programme. A fair number of short pieces can present problems of continuity, but stage-management was beyond reproach, while Paul Griffiths’s informal observations helped to fill out such lacunae as there were.
Temporally, the evening ranged over a fair portion of Stravinsky’s output – beginning with his Opus 2 (out of nine designated opuses, though does anyone know what ‘Opus 8’ actually is?), the short song-cycle after Pushkin “The Faun and the Shepherdess” (1908). Dedicated to his wife Catherine, it finds the young composer moving away from tried-and-trusted models in Rimsky-Korsakov and Glazunov to try out elements of Tchaikovsky and even Wagner. If ‘The Shepherdess’ is a little staid in its word-setting, ‘The Faun’ has an appealing capriciousness and ‘The ‘Torrent’ brings the erotic pursuit to a close out of whose provisional feel Stravinsky was soon to make a virtue. Deftly sung by Lucy Schaufer and attentively directed by Sakari Oramo, its jejune quality is just what makes it worth occasional revival today.
The first half ended with the Suite drawn from “Pulcinella” (1920) – Stravinsky’s discreet but invigorating reappraisal of seventeenth-century songs and dances (now known mostly not to be by Giovanni Pergolesi) that, almost by accident, set the agenda for his three decades of neo-classicism. Wisely avoiding the mistake of laminating a specious ‘authenticity’ onto this music, Oramo delivered a capable performance that, if just a touch stolid in ‘Sinfonia’, otherwise lacked little in elegance or style. The sequence from ‘Serenata’ through to ‘Andantino’ was seamlessly integrated, while woodwind phrasing in ‘Gavotta’ and its attendant Variations was a delight; nor did Oramo miss out on robust humour elsewhere, confirming his ease with this seminal fusion of the old and the new.
Songs from Stravinsky’s ‘Russian’ period were yet the highlight of the evening – naïve folk-texts that take on a new dimension in such characterful settings. Thus the acerbic harmonies and scintillating rhythms of “Pribautki” (1914), the alluring poise of the winsome “Cat’s Cradle Songs” (1915); above all, and because the larger forces mean they are rarely encountered, Three Little Songs (1913) whose recollections of childhood are made the more acute in their 1930 orchestration. Lucy Schaufer did the honours in the first two sets and Claire Booth in the third, then the former returned for “Tilimbom” – a 1923 orchestration of the first song from another group which, with its over-ample texture andresulting imbalance between voice and ensemble, must be judged a rare failing on Stravinsky’s part.
Oramo then directed Ode (1943), the compact triptych commissioned by Serge Koussevitzky as a memorial to his wife. Whether the circumstances directed Stravinsky thoughts to his Symphonies of Wind Instruments, or whether it was that Koussevitzky’s premiere of that work was a notable disaster, Ode is a passive tribute even by the composer’s standards. Oramo seemed uninspired by the reticent opening ‘Eulogy’, but fairly galvanised the orchestra in a vibrant account of the horn-driven ‘Eclogue’ (a piece that is curiously redolent of Prokofiev, or should it be the other way round?), then steered a notably secure course through the evocative succession of verses and refrains that comprise the closing ‘Epitaph’. An anti-climactic way to round-off the concert, perhaps, yet given the decidedly miscellaneous nature of the programme as a whole, not an inappropriate one.