Today’s broadcast was frustrating:  a wonderful program, well recorded, played with great care and skill by the members of the VSO, but thwarted at every turn by musical leadership that failed to let the music break out of the confines of the bar lines. 

I remember standing in the nearly completed Orpheum Theatre with my mentor (and VSO music director) at the time, Kazuyoshi Akiyama, and sharing his excitement for its potential for both the players and supporters of one of Canada’s finest ensembles.  Hearing them for the first time on radio proved again the wisdom of that enterprise! 

Conductor emeritus, Sergiu Comissiona, began the concert with the ever-popular Finlandia tone poem.  Once the brass settled in, the opening measures held promise even as the tympani threatened to obliterate their lines.  The strings shone from the start and balanced well with the woodwinds who would be the most consistent section of the whole concert. 

The transition from the introduction was fine, but Sibelius’ all too rare declaration of joy (complete with triangle and cymbals) remained lurking just beneath the surface.  The clarinets were particularly present in the chorale and the CBC allowed us to appreciate the inner voices more clearly than would have been possible in the hall. 

Comissiona, too, seemed interested in the details—the syncopation always coming through clearly, the dynamics keenly observed, yet for all the beauty of sound, the work came across as strangely lifeless and perhaps too “well-known.” 

Programming “chestnuts” is a two way street:  both the performers and the audience are well-versed in the notes, but, because of that, expectations often run high—how can I (the performer) offer insight and originality to such a familiar work?  Soloist and conductor answered that with a self-indulgent version that lacked direction, drama and understanding. 

The tempi were consistently laboured.  The opening Allegro molto moderato began with flare, but from Fialkowska’s second entry, her initially interesting thoughtful, delicate approach never made its point and, like the astonishingly introspective Adagio, suffered from too much “ebb and ebb” rather than ebb and flow.  The finale got off to an uncertain start, then seemed more panic than passion driven—particularly in the passage work.   The continual “hesitato” by both interpreters at the top of nearly every phrase produced the unsettlingly effect of observing the concerto in slow motion.  Rather than excitement, I experienced relief when the first movement’s cadenza arrived. 

The recording of the piano came across as slightly covered and the instrument’s top register sounded tinny.  Ironically, the soloist’s pianism is of such a high level that it further added to my disappointment:  a stage full of these marvellously skilled musicians (the orchestra was solid throughout and the winds were miracles of breath control) shackled with such a laborious approach. 

The D major Symphony has been a part of my musical life since first encountering its mystery and warmth as a clarinetist with the Ottawa Youth Orchestra.  I came to admire Sibelius’ ability to patiently bring us to his point of view and learned the difficulty of large ensembles bringing long lines to life.  As a conducting student at Carnegie Mellon University, I observed Lorin Maazel draw sounds from the CMU Philharmonic that none of us had realized were in this score that we “knew.”  He spent five minutes on the first bar, wordlessly establishing the direction and impressing on all the importance (like Beethoven’s 5th) of “playing” the silent rest that begins the work. Eugene Ormandy’s recording with the Philadelphia Orchestra still remains the one to beat. 

And beat is what we had.  So many times the music came across ↓ rather than →.  There were two reasons:  tempi always a nickel short of pulse (except for the Vivacissimo, which was breathless but in the cracks of ensemble) and phrasing that continuously ignored the big picture, resulting in a total absence of inevitability or spontaneity. 

The Allegretto showed off the strings to advantage but its big climax failed to jell.  Following that (and many times throughout the other movements) the relentless syncopations (like Brahms’ 2nd) remained too long in the foreground covering much of the thematic development and interplay.  (Recording note: just prior to the recapitulation, there appeared to be “bubble” on the air tape.) 

The low strings produced a superb pizzicato to open the Andante, however its brooding suspense was limited once more by a pace that forced the winds to hang on for dear life rather than fully shape and colour their offerings.  The violins must also have wished their bows were five inches longer! 

The transition to the finale came off without incident then, like Finlandia, was mired with the ostinatos and the many repetitive lines, which, rather than build relentlessly, came across as dull, technical exercises.  Such was this effect that when the mode finally switches so gloriously to the major, the magic of that shift was unrealized.  Similarly, the succeeding sections, striving to lead us convincingly to the full-cry theme became annoying. 

In short, the symphony was presented like an autopsy to a medical class:  all the parts were there, but the patient had long ago expired. JWR