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<\/a>Hahn greets the audience at the DG Yellow Lounge \u00a9 Stefan H\u00f6derath <\/p><\/div>\n
The violinist, wearing a polka-dot dress and matching headpiece, seemed to revel in the freedom of entering the percussive and melodic layers of Haushka\u2019s sound world. From my seat on a short wall at the far corner of the stage (the small basement venue was packed to the point that oxygen felt scarce), I spied wooden sticks, duct tape and tin foil inside the grand piano. Hahn responded with an intuitive, relaxed air to the whirring textures emanating from the instrument, from brief melodic gestures to full-thrust harmonics, yet her immaculate technique was always present. As she admits in an interview with local magazine concerti<\/em>, she remains a perfectionist.<\/p>\nWhile several tracks on Silfra<\/em> feature an atmospheric, minimalist blend that may not captivate those after ground-breaking developments in contemporary classical music, the album reveals a range of subtle ventures. One of the most effective works, at least for this listener, is fearlessly lyrical and neo-Romantic. \u201cAshes,\u201d inspired by the eruption of Grimsvotn just a few days into recording, opens with a violin melody innocently inquiring into the underlying forces of nature against simple harmonic accompaniment. \u201cNo one walked outside. The birds went silent,\u201d the musicians write in the liner notes. \u201cThe only sounds we heard were the one we made.\u201d<\/p>\nThe pieces all last under ten minutes with the exception of \u201cGodot,\u201d a slow exploration of Hauschka\u2019s raw industrial sounds complimented by whinnying and other timbral exploration on the violin. The musicians write that the track is hypnotic in surround sound, which I haven\u2019t been able to test yet. \u201cHalo of Honey,\u201d dedicated to Brosseau, traps the violin in a ghostly netherworld against crinkling and muted, distorted piano. The final track \u201cRift,\u201d referring to the \u201cdeepness and isolation\u201d of the island of Silfra, creates a sense of suspended time and nostalgia before launching into a mesmerizing minimalist tapestry. Hahn and Hauschka open the album with the last track they recorded, \u201cStillness,\u201d which hovers in the upper registers of the violin and piano only to fleet by like an afterthought. Such free collaborations are rare in the classical music establishment, and while it may take an artist of Hahn\u2019s stature to find the backing of a label such as Deutsche Grammophon, it could set a precedent for other soloists itching to explore another side of their creativity.<\/p>\n
Mahler and Ravel with the Gewandhaus Orchester<\/strong><\/p>\nA spring tour brought Riccardo Chailly and the Gewandhausorchester Leipzig to the Konzerthaus this week, a rare occasion to hear this fine orchestra in the German capital. For a moment I lost my orientation, as I\u2019ve never heard a guest orchestra on the stage of the East Berlin hall, and the Leipzigers\u2019 incisive string playing made me do a double-take. The program, seen May 15, opened with Ravel\u2019s Piano Concerto in G-major featuring H\u00e9l\u00e8ne Grimaud, elegant as ever in velvet pants and a fitted silver jacket. The French pianist gave a poignant, introspective account of the nocturne-like passage that opens the middle Adagio<\/em> movement while Chailly stood with his eyes closed on the podium. He subsequently summoned graceful entrances from the winds, particularly in the flute and English horn solos, while the piano continued as if trapped in its own world. Ravel\u2019s brief use of bi-tonality in this movement is one of its most captivating moments, and Grimaud did not wander from a tender but focused pianissimo.<\/p>\nThe opening Allegro<\/em>, peppered with the quote of a falling melody from Gerschwin\u2019s Rhapsody in Blue<\/em> and jazz rhythms, received a vigorous if not muscular reading from the orchestra. Grimaud indulged in impressionist textures that, while evocative of the spirit in which Ravel synthesized the influences of his time into a personal blend, threatened to submerge the piano\u2019s inner melodies in a bleeding wash of colors, such as through the passage of Spanish-inflected triolas in the section Meno vivo<\/em>. While Grimaud\u2019s ability to subsume emotion contributes strongly to her appeal, a bit more Sitzfleisch<\/em> would have made the performance stronger. By contrast, she revealed a razor-sharp technique through the rapid chordal spans and arpeggiations of the final Presto<\/em>, whose tempo Chailly kept particularly fleet. As a colleague noted, the brass could barely keep up speed.<\/p>\nMahler\u2019s Fourth Symphony, also in G-major, created a more serene atmosphere for the second half of the concert. Following the Mahlerthon that occupied programming during the composer\u2019s centennial last season, this work feels as commonplace as a Mozart Symphony, yet it is hard to resist Mahler\u2019s delicious harmonies and searing Lebensschmerz<\/em>, particularly in the inner Adagio<\/em>. The Gewandhausorchester plays with a directness that nevertheless conveyed a sense of inner torment beneath the vital sheen of sleigh bells and nods to Viennese Classicism in the opening movement. The strings produced an even, warm pianissimo.<\/p>\nChailly created unbearable tension through his use of ritardando<\/em> in the Ruhevoll (Poco adagio)<\/em> movement, steering through tearful laughter before the gates opened for Das Himmlische Leben<\/em>, a song from the Knaben Wunderhorn<\/em> cycle. Soprano Christina Landshamer\u2019s youthful, clear timbre captured the childish delight Mahler explicitly instructed, yet there was no sense of the subtle irony that emerges in a more dramatically nuanced performance. While she and Chailly gave clear emphasis to the final stanza\u2019s critical line \u201cEleven thousand virgins\/allow themselves to dance,\u201d the delivery was almost too reverential, failing to provide a window into Mahler\u2019s ambivalent spirituality. An elderly couple to my left was following the text with a nearly pious air, not sure whether to give in to the movement’s mordant satire.<\/p>\n