Review: Herbert Blomstedt guest conducts the Los Angeles Philharmonic
3:57 PM, March 29, 2009
Baroque music without theories: What blessed relief. That’s what guest
conductor Herbert Blomstedt and the Los Angeles Philharmonic served up
Friday at Walt Disney Concert Hall.
In the bad old days, music was music, period, no matter when it was
written and what the details of its original performance might have
been. Then the specialists moved in, illuminating the field, to be sure,
but also dividing it into do’s and don’ts, which soon became Thou
shalt’s and Thou shalt not’s.
Blomstedt and crew said the heck with that. Handel’s “Music for the
Royal Fireworks” is simply grand and glorious, so let’s play it with
sumptuous sound on modern instruments, without tripping over issues of
gut versus steel strings, or clipped versus legato phrasing, or whether
to use vibrato, or how many musicians should be involved.
The trick, of course, is still to maintain transparency, balance,
proportion and, especially, a lively engagement with the inner life of
the music. All this, Blomstedt, who is a genial, undemonstrative but
resourceful presence on the podium, had in full measure.
In the peppy, more martial movements, the playing was regal without
being pompous. In the paean to peace in the third section, the
performance was airy and gracious. Throughout, the lines emerged clearly
and cleanly layered, with Handel’s changes in instrumentation carefully
and delightfully revealed. Blomstedt showed a masterly sense of dynamic
proportion appropriate to the hall.
But even better was his use of the Disney acoustic for Haydn’s Cello
Concerto in C, with the remarkable Johannes Moser as the soloist. Here,
with the orchestra reduced to about 20 players, the danger lay in
pianissimo preciousness. Instead, there emerged jewel-like,
collaborative playing that was exquisitely balanced and detailed.
Moser deserves special credit for keeping his formidable technique in
the service of the music and the conception of the performance. He never
grandstanded against his colleagues, although he did take rightful pride
of place, interacting and challenging them, his fingers flying, his body
lurching forward with a witty accent or two. For their part, the
musicians never flinched, faltered or overstepped their bounds.
At times like this, it was clear that such music survives for reasons
beyond its attractive tunefulness and solid construction. It reveals and
engages us in not only a musical, but a social and philosophical ideal.
After intermission, Blomstedt led the orchestra in Mendelssohn’s
“Scottish” Symphony. All the previous virtues emerged intact, although
on a larger scale. Climaxes were forceful, but not catastrophic. Quiet
passages were intimate without vanishing. In the fast second movement,
the winds were splendid; the strings, elfin and precise. The brass made
a rich, luxurious sound.
Blomstedt is no slouch in this or any other later repertory, but he
merits particular gratitude for giving us the opportunity to savor
Handel again with the qualities the Los Angeles Philharmonic can bring
to the music.
–Chris Pasles
Los Angeles Times
March 29, 2009a