I remember when both Alan Gilbert and René Pape were up-and-comers in their respective fields. Pape was obviously a rising opera star to be watched. Even after hearing his earliest efforts on disc, it was clear that this was a solid musician with a very rich instrument, one which would develop into something pretty outstanding.
Gilbert, on the other hand, was hardly on my radar at all. I've heard him a few times over the years with various orchestras, at least twice on the radio with the band he led for the last eight years, the Royal Stockholm Philharmonic Orchestra. They were so happy with him that they just made him their conductor laureate, apparently only the third one ever named by that group. Based on what I've heard, I'd considered him to be quite competent and very musical, with the ability to shape phrases clearly and get his ideas across. But I could always think of a handful of conductors of a similar age and point in their career trajectory whom I would much rather hear.
When I finally saw him live with the New York Philharmonic earlier this year, they were doing Ein Heldenleben. This was just after the official announcement of his appointment to take over as Music Director from Lorin Maazel next year, and it seemed like they were eager to please. Of course, this is the kind of music the NY Phil loves to do, and I could tell why they like Gilbert (family issues aside): he let's them flex their muscles, and to play loud and fast. Some music commentators have described the orchestra as a well-tooled fancy sports car, meaning that this is a high-quality, luxurious, highly efficient machine. But there's always a subtext hinting that maybe that sleek exterior masks a less than profound inner core. I've had similar feelings sometimes, and that was why I knew they would pick Maazel when they did. They just didn't realize what it would be like to have such a fussy, relentless driver for a full season or three. We know how that ended up.
So now they have Gilbert. The orchestra was pretty much allowed to play all-out as much as they wanted, but the overall interpretation was definitely his. I could tell when there were clearly rehearsed phrases and gear changes which seemed ever so slightly at odds with the rest of the big-boned blasting (although that's kind of in the music already). But there was something a bit strange about his technique which caught my eye.
Much of the time his elbows stick out at the sides, sometimes almost parallel to the floor. With his broad shoulders and (kind of) stocky frame, he resembled at times a blocker for a New York football team. That's just a superficial observation, of course, and none of that should affect his ability to conduct the orchestra. However, I'm starting to feel that it just might do.
I happened to be sitting very close to the front, and way off to the right side. This is very much the same vantage point I'm used to from playing in orchestras, so I spent much of the time watching Gilbert and trying to see just how well I could follow him as a player (part of the fun for me). His elbows were not really so distracting, but the combination of those with his too-often clenched fists did make it difficult to read some cues. I put this down to something that I would get used to soon enough if I played under him regularly. After all, most (if not all) conductors have their little idiosyncrasies which players have to adjust to. There are as many anecdotes about this for the biggest names around as there are for anyone. Sometimes it's something as major as, "Where the hell is his beat?", but it's usually more in the details where one has to figure out if the beat is on the rebound, or "was that supposed to be my cue", or whether the conductor is showing the pick-up beat or not. This is where Gilbert lost me a few times, and twice he lost the entire viola section as well. Unfortunately, the second time was a the return of the same section solo that got screwed up earlier. He also got lost and missed a big trumpet cue. He knew it was coming and prepped it with an upturned finger, but when the time came he had his head in the score and the trumpets played without him. He realized he still had his finger up and quickly retracted it with such a big shake of his head that the front desks of the strings (including his mother) burst out in big, big smiles. I think Glenn Dicterow (the concertmaster) was giggling for another minute and a half.
In any case, it was a very strange, jerky cue from Gilbert which lost both me and the entire viola section. I'm not exaggerating when, after the first time it happened, I actually sat on the edge of my seat waiting to see if maybe he'd be more clear, or maybe the violas had figured it out next time. Oops. He just shook his fists even more, and it was worse than before. I don't think this is something I could ever just "get used to". The violas had been working with him enough by that point - and they all know the piece cold anyway - that this shouldn't have been such a death spot. Clear gestures are key, even when one is working with the same orchestra for a long period of time. I got the sense that I was hearing more odd things from his technique than from any lack of good musical sense. That's one main reason I was eager to hear this concert: to see how the NDR - who play under all kinds of different conductors rather often - would deal with it in works which require quite a bit of give and take, especially the Mahler.
The program: René Pape singt Wagner, Alan Gilbert dirigiert Mahlers 5. Sinfonie
The Meistersinger prelude was a pretty straightforward reading, as was the 'Was duftet doch der Flieder' monologue from its second act (except for a balance problem at the start). I must admit I don't find a whole lot of substance in this music, but Gilbert and Pape made the most of the more interesting moments. Maybe Gilbert's elbows caused those rough edges at the end, when the music fizzled out rather than ending coherently.
The famous Prelude to Act 3 of Die Walküre went well enough. This orchestra has a good sound for this kind of music. Although, there was an annoyingly heavy "gallop" feel most of the time. That ubiquitous dotted figure was thumped too hard, and it added too much weight to any sense of upward motion. The hooves of the Valkyries horses should not be clomping so hard when they're supposed to be riding through the air. Are those elbows showing more than he intends them to?
Immediately, though the stark change in mood between between the previous big gestures and the melancholia of Wotan's Abschied was enough to cleanse the palate. Gilbert got just the right sound and balance out of the orchestra. René Pape caught just the right mood as well, demonstrating his fine sense of phrasing and steadiness. Gilbert proved to be a very sensitive accompanist here, although Pape has no trouble staying above just about any orchestra. Nothing had to be forced, and there were some very lovely, perfectly timed moments where the tension and volume momentarily rises only to be held back by Wotan's reluctance to express his own emotions. All natural, all coming directly, honestly, from the music. Once again, I like Gilbert's ideas about phrasing and shapes. Pape's sound was clear and warm and full, the way polished oak would sound if it could sing. Of course, I didn't get quite the sense of humanity and pathos I want out of this bit, but it's hard for a singer to get deeply into character for these 'concert' performances of opera scenes. I can, however, imagine just how great he might be when he's sunk deeply into this role for a real Ring Cycle.
It's only been about two years since Pape announced that he was going to add Wotan to his repertoire, with the goal of a first attempt in 2010. Definitely something to watch out for.
Now to Mahler 5.
After a smooth opening section, maybe just a hair slower than I wanted it, but somber and lilting in all the right places, there is a sudden gear shift. The first violins play this vigorous, angsty line, and Mahler writes instructions for them to play as violently as possible. The seconds answer with an ascending figure of triplet sixteenth notes. This was a very ragged entrance, and I was reminded of that problematic viola section moment from the Strauss. But I can momentarily put that down to just a passing rough moment, which can happen even at the best of times. Both violin sections do this a couple bars later, and it was just as ragged in both. Seeing as how this is a similar figure to that Heldenleben spot, I wonder if it's just the way Gilbert is showing it? When other sections take up that "after-the-beat" triplet figure a few moments later, it's not any better. Late, even. But the main triplet figure which starts the whole thing off and is a recurring gesture here always seems to be very clear and consistent. Hmm.
Hey, what's that? Timid applause after the first movement? From the smart, suave, culturally educated audience of the Schleswig-Holstein Festival?
Everything proceeds just right in the next movement. No glossing over details here. There's plenty of musical intelligence on offer, along with some fine playing from the NDR members. I've been aware of just how good this orchestra really is for some time, and it's always a pleasure. Maybe I would have liked a little more bite in the brass at times, but they do have that good German sound which works so well in this music, and play with the right amount of heft and emotion. Clarity and attention to detail are vitally important in Mahler, and sometimes people forget this amongst all the notes and noise that goes on. That wasn't a problem at all. Gilbert led them with a sure hand, with plenty of rubato and sharp turns, although with a feeling of inevitability rather than mannered. I suppose I could quibble about the interpretation of Pesante (it's not the same thing as "scrappy"). And there were some sour clams from the horns at unfortunate moments, something Gilbert is going to have to get used to in New York.
The Scherzo movement was very tastefully executed (barring the odd ragged wind entrance or horn honk). This was, as it should be, a country dance, with some very pretty, almost Brucknerian lines in the strings. Gilbert is good at creating the tension between the more agitated moments and the softer, lyrical passages. There were another couple of rough spots in the bustling eight-note passages that made think "elbows" again (and maybe with a couple of sectional unisons which almost weren't), but over all it was tight enough. That "chamber music" section, where it's just the string section leaders have these delicate, yet slightly menacing pizzicatos accompanying an oboe was very nicely done, but again I felt a couple of forced moments when the players seemed just the tiniest bit unsure of when the phrase should start.
Those elbows were back in the famous Adagietto, though. Every time there was a gorgeous, melting line, it got stepped on at the chord change. This went on throughout some rather long lines. One string section would be late, or somebody plunked too hard on it. I kept picturing the gestures I saw Gilbert do in New York, and I'm not surprised. It's too bad, really, because I could tell it was some beautiful, expressive playing otherwise.
Fortunately, these problems seemed to mostly vanish in the last movement. The real activity gets started in the cellos and then spreads elsewhere. No jagged entrances here, no moments of uncertainty or ham-fistedness. This was consistent throughout a thoroughly enjoyable finale. All of Gilbert's positives - as well as the orchestra's - were on display.
There was a smattering of audience applause between all but the last two movements. Maybe enough harsh glares were finally cast at the offenders? Surely something can be done about this.
All in all, I have to say I'm still looking forward to what Alan Gilbert does in New York. Maybe his musical ideas will be enough to get the NY players out of that cold, highly-engineered machine mentality, and he'll clean up whatever that odd hitch is in his technique. I heard just as many excellent musical thoughts in this concert as I have in the last two or three times I've heard him combined, so that's encouraging. But can he control the musicians without boring them? Quite a few of the NY players have watched him grow up, and there is very obviously a great rapport there. We shall see.