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<\/a><\/p>\nThe Rundfunk-Sinfonieorchester Berlin presented what was announced as a \u201cFrench evening\u201d on March 12 featuring the German premiere of Dutilleux\u2019s Le temps l\u2019horloge<\/em>. The RSB has its share of competition between the Berlin Philharmonic, Deutsche-Sinfonieorchester Berlin (another orchestra with broadcast roots), the Staatskapelle and others. But it was a surprise to see the main hall of the Konzerthaus half-full for guest artist Laura Aikin\u2014one of today\u2019s finest sopranos in contemporary repertoire\u2014and the conductor Ludovic Morlot.<\/p>\n Dutilleux left behind only a small body of works, first writing for the voice later in his career, although he called it “the most beautiful instrument of all.” Poetry settings such as Correspondances<\/em>, released by Deutsche Grammophon<\/a> in a version updated for Barbara Hannigan shortly before the composer\u2019s death last year, have already proved their staying power. In Le temps<\/em>, a short song cycle written for Ren\u00e9 Fleming in 2007, the composer builds delicate worlds of sound around the singer, from the molten bed of strings in Le Masque<\/em>, to the accordion and bass pizzicati of Le Dernier Po\u00e8me<\/em>.<\/p>\n In the final Enivrez-vous<\/em>, the vocal lines become positively vertiginous against an orchestral backdrop at once frightening and playful, perhaps a self-conscious warning against Baudelaire\u2019s hedonist sentiments. Aikin mastered the technical demands with flexible but full-bodied lines, moving through each atmosphere with a clear sense of musical architecture. It is a shame her French diction did not rise to the same standards, making it difficult to appreciate the poetry\u2019s beauty. Morlot coaxed, at least from my seat directly above the stage, what sounded like a clean, well-calibrated performance from the orchestra. The instrumental Interlude <\/em>beginning with a fugato in the cellos took on a dreamy quality that allowed the listener to wander aimlessly through the sea of emotions.<\/p>\n Martin\u00f9\u2019s Sixth Symphony opened the evening with swirling textures that recalled the cycle\u2019s first poem and namesake, Le temps l\u2019horloge<\/em>. Despite the symphony\u2019s distinctive and mainly Czech-influenced orchestration, one can detect shades of D\u00e9bussy and Stravinsky in the atmospheric timbres and biting harmonies. The music has moments of quick vacillation between peace and despair, such as the violin solo above timpani in the opening movement, or the angry brass and woodwind blasts that interrupt the humdrum strings in the following Poco allegro<\/em>. But even ominous moments have a tremendous sense of momentum which Morlot captured with the orchestra, even if its vigorous playing at times compromised a sense of elegance. <\/p>\n The brass playing sounded less clean when I moved further away from the stage for the second half of the program, D\u00e9bussy\u2019s Images <\/em>for orchestra, part of a series he undertook parallel to writing La mer<\/em>. The RSB etched the textures in bold lines rather than shading in pastel, although Les parfums de la nuit <\/em>of the second movement, Ib\u00e9ria<\/em>, proved an exception with gentle, swelling phrases. The following Le matin d\u2019un jour de f\u00eate <\/em>captured the playful atmosphere of a fair as the violinists strummed their instruments in dialogue with the winds. And although the diaphanous Rondes de Printemps <\/em>still felt too opaque, Morlot maintained a high energy among the players that captured the fresh splendour of spring. Perhaps the atmosphere would have been even better with more listeners in the hall.<\/p>\n For more by Rebecca Schmid, visit rebeccaschmid.info <\/a><\/em> <\/p>\n