August 1, 2004
Mahler's Sixth provides challenge for IU
Festival Orchestra
By Peter Jacobi, Music Beat
Gustav Mahler once said, "A symphony must
contain the world."
His symphonies certainly seem to, and in the
Sixth of Mahler, the one we get to hear Thursday
evening in performance by the IU Festival
Orchestra at the IU Auditorium, that world is
not a happy one. The grandly scoped work amounts
to 90 minutes of sadness and a composer brooding
over fate. It is also a magnificent exploration
of sound and a masterful example of an orchestra
being put to maximum use, to being asked to
produce ensemble integrity of the highest order.
On the podium for this supreme test will be
Roberto Abbado, a maestro who has earned kudos
not only throughout his native Italy and Europe
but as welcome guest with prominent orchestras
in this country: Boston, Chicago, Houston, Los
Angeles, Minnesota, Philadelphia, San Francisco
and Seattle among them. In the Festival
Orchestra, he'll have a younger assemblage of
musicians, gifted though they are: most of them
students, with but a sprinkling of faculty
associates to season the ranks. Mahler's Sixth
will give them all, the orchestra and their
visiting leader, an Olympian challenge.
The composer wrote the Sixth during the summers
of 1903 and 1904, a period in his life, one of
the few, when joy dominated his days. He was in
the early stages of his marriage to the talented
and colorful Alma Schindler, his muse, so to
speak. He had a young daughter whom he adored
and welcomed a second while at work on the
symphony. His compositions, after years of being
rejected, were beginning to gain a foothold. And
he had an enviable position as director of the
Vienna Opera.
So, he might have composed music to reflect his
disposition of the moment. But composers don't
always write music that echoes experiential
reality. And besides, Mahler was, from all
accounts, rarely an optimist. He was also
superstitious, as was Alma, who expressed the
view that, in writing such a dark score, Gustav
was tempting fate. Well, I'm not getting into
that debate, but he might have concluded so
because, sure enough, in the period that
followed completion of the Sixth Symphony, three
tragedies struck: His firstborn daughter died
from the combined effects of diphtheria and
scarlet fever; he was forced to resign from his
position at the Vienna Opera because of
intrigues and troubles at that institution, and
he discovered that he had a serious heart
problem.
Though Mahler removed the label, he initially
referred to the symphony as the Tragic, and
commentators since still tend to use the title
because of the music's mood setting. In the
final movement, a 30-minute exposition of grand
design, hammer strikes deliver what are meant to
be those of fate. Alma claimed Mahler described
"himself and his downfall or, as he later said,
that of his hero, 'the hero who undergoes three
strokes of destiny, the third of which fells him
like a tree.'" She likened the symphony to an
autobiography written ahead of events and
insisted, "None of his works came as directly
from his innermost heart as this one."
After Gustav had finished the score and played
it through for Alma, she recalls, "We both wept
… The music and what it foretold touched us so
deeply. The Sixth is the most completely
personal of his works, and a prophetic one
also." She tells us that after the dress
rehearsal for the first performance in Essen,
and that was in May of 1906, her husband, who
chose to lead the premiere himself, walked "up
and down in the artists' room, sobbing, wringing
his hands, unable to control himself." As for
the performance itself, it reportedly was not
well conducted even though Mahler was a
supremely accomplished conductor. Alma said he
feared he had unleashed demons.
What remains for us is a powerful score,
Mahler's Pathetique, if we were to liken it to
the life and times of Tchaikovsky. Its effect,
when played well, can be tremendous. The music
can shake you; it can leave you drained. And
yet, because of the composer's brilliance as an
orchestrator and because of his vivid
imagination, his A Minor Sixth Symphony will
also exhilarate you. Be prepared for stimulation
and for shivers to ripple up and down your
emotional spine. Potentially, that can happen to
you come Thursday. Downbeat: 8 p.m.
Carlos Kleiber
Word came this past week that Carlos Kleiber
died in Slovenia following a lengthy illness. He
was 74.
He was also one of the era's most interesting
and rewarding conductors, a perfectionist who
could drive his players crazy with demands but
one very highly regarded by those who played for
him. His striving for elusive faultlessness and
his diminishing health led him to a reclusive
twilight of life. He virtually disappeared from
public sight. But at the height of his career,
he dazzled audiences with the originality of his
vision and the faithfulness to composer intent
he lavished on masterpieces of the operatic and
symphonic repertoire.
The Kleiber name was part of my music education
as listener, but my early attention focused on
Erich Kleiber, the now legendary conductor who
fathered the child christened Karl, the boy
whose name was changed to Carlos when the family
moved to Argentina as non-Jewish emigrants from
a Nazi-led Germany that father Erich couldn't
abide. Erich Kleiber's recordings, including the
historic Rosenkavalier, remain in favored spots
among my collection.
The son did not leave an imprint on me until
1977 and 1978, more than 20 years into his
career when, first, I came in possession of his
recording of La Traviata, and then his
appearance as guest conductor of the Chicago
Symphony. The Traviata persists as my favorite
from among numerous recordings because of its
unified and absolutely arresting interpretation.
And, as I recall, he certainly whipped the
Chicagoans into impressively persuasive
performances.
In the years since, I've latched on to other
recordings of Kleiber, from Wagner to Beethoven.
And I treasure memories of his telecast New
Year's concerts with the Vienna Philharmonic. He
always illuminated his chosen repertoire and
imbued totally familiar pieces, whether a Mozart
symphony or a Strauss waltz, with freshness. I
came to admire his work greatly. |
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