On tap last night was Scriabin's Poeme and the Tchaikovsky Manfred.
I had been preparing for the Concert by listening to the Poeme, a piece that I had never appreciated, in a recording dating from 1958, Pierre Monteux and the Boston Symphony, in what is reputed to be an early stereo recording but sounds more like mono to these ears. Hearing the full resources of the CSO live, including trumpet playing that was simply astonishing, was a revelation of glorious sound. The Monteux also emphasizes the ecstatic elements, whereas last night Muti concentrated on balances and well, just projecting the music. The final coda was a little underpowered, my only quibble. I also found it helpful to completely disregard the program notes and whatever program the Composer had in mind and just listen to the music. In short, I enjoyed it.
The Manfred was a joy. I have Muti's Tchaikovsky cycle with the Philharmonia, now at least 30 years old. Compared to that recording, the music felt much more deeply considered without being ponderous. The highlight was the magical coda to II, but the whole thing hung together than it usually does and was a believable music drama. The Orchestral balances were exemplary; gone are the days of the brass blaring everone else into submission.
I had been preparing for the Concert by listening to the Poeme, a piece that I had never appreciated, in a recording dating from 1958, Pierre Monteux and the Boston Symphony, in what is reputed to be an early stereo recording but sounds more like mono to these ears. Hearing the full resources of the CSO live, including trumpet playing that was simply astonishing, was a revelation of glorious sound. The Monteux also emphasizes the ecstatic elements, whereas last night Muti concentrated on balances and well, just projecting the music. The final coda was a little underpowered, my only quibble. I also found it helpful to completely disregard the program notes and whatever program the Composer had in mind and just listen to the music. In short, I enjoyed it.
The Manfred was a joy. I have Muti's Tchaikovsky cycle with the Philharmonia, now at least 30 years old. Compared to that recording, the music felt much more deeply considered without being ponderous. The highlight was the magical coda to II, but the whole thing hung together than it usually does and was a believable music drama. The Orchestral balances were exemplary; gone are the days of the brass blaring everone else into submission.
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