SOMETHING OLD, SOMETHING NEW
re:Sound
Victoria Concert Hall
Thursday (25 January 2018 )
This review was published in The Straits Times on 29 January 2018 with the title "See how the violin conducted".
The
concert's first half featured only strings, opening with the stirring strains
of Grieg's Holberg Suite. This perennial favourite took on a silver
sheen in the driving velocity of its Prelude, with a full and rich
sonority coming through with great immediacy.
Modelled
on baroque dances, much care was taken to shape each of its five movements,
such that they sounded greater than the
sum of parts. In the stately Air, cellos sang mellifluously over a
rocking accompaniment while the final Rigaudon bristled with
invigorating energy.
See
turned soloist for Prokofiev's Five Melodies Op.35b, originally
conceived for wordless soprano voice, in a subtle yet effective arrangement by
American violinist-conductor Joseph Swensen. See's violin was well-supported by
the ensemble, musing in bittersweet contemplations while soaring above the
throng in heady climaxes. This was not a showy suite, but one illuminated by a
genuine and heartfelt musicianship.
It
would not do for the first half to end quietly. Thus Bartok's Romanian Folk
Dances fulfilled the role of crowd-pleaser, with See leading the crew in a
rowdy romp like a gypsy band high on spirits, the imbibable kind, of
course.
Modern
performances of Mozart's Symphony No.41 in C major (K.551), known as the
“Jupiter”, are traditionally led by a conductor from the podium. See did
what 18th century musicians did in their time by leading the
orchestra from his violin. Trading baton for bow, he was an animated presence
who moved, swayed, waved and rocked with each phrase and measure.
The
results were little short of spectacular. Even the opening bars of the 1st
movement were “in your face”, unafraid of asserting itself and qualified by
vigorous thumps from Michael Tan's timpani. This was not a performance that
allowed for coasting through, as every musical response and counter-response
had something important and vital to say.
After
an almost exhausting opening movement, the ensuing slow 2nd movement
was to be no traditional Romanze either. Although sharply-placed accents
piqued the ears, there was grace all around, living up to the genteel spirit of
the Rococo. The 3rd movement's Minuet and Trio
traipsed lightly and buoyantly, distinguished by very fine woodwind playing.
The
tour de force of contrapuntal writing that was the finale had the feel of a
glorious homecoming. Tricky fugal
writing was surmounted with not just finely-honed facility, but with the pride
of ownership. Tautly held together from start to end, this was a performance of
Mozart's final symphony that one longed for here and hitherto thought
unattainable. That is until now.
Photographs by the kind courtesy of re:Sound.
Photographs by the kind courtesy of re:Sound.
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