Why was Haitink booed in Bartok?
Conductor: Bernard Haitink. Dresdner Staatskapelle.
- Bela Bartok, Concerto for Orchestra
- Piotr Ilich Tchaikovsky, Symphony N°6 in B minor, Pathétique, op. 74.
When Bernard Haitink planned, as part of his 75th birthday celebrations, to bring the Dresdner Staatskapelle to Paris for a concert of Bartok and Tchaikovsky, he probably didn’t expect, at the end of part one, to be booed. It must have come as an unpleasant surprise. He certainly looked grim about it, as if he felt like booing back or spitting. The orchestra looked bemused. Admittedly, this was a lone booer, though – bad sign for Haitink - his booing wasn’t drowned, as is usually the case, by a surge of clapping and cheers. The polite, lukewarm applause continued.
Bartok |
That polite, lukewarm applause was for a polite, lukewarm performance. Anyone expecting a display of orchestral fireworks had come to the wrong guy. As if determined to be militantly Dutch, Haitink remained ostentatiously un-ostentatious throughout the Bartok. Tempi and dynamics were moderate. Showmanship was scrupulously shunned. Dresden’s supreme orchestra was kept on a leash.
Admittedly, there was great attention to detail and to individual sounds, an approach most successful in the slow middle movement: those creepy, bubbling glissandi, the odd business going on among harps and percussion and woodwind, were a great success. There was greater prominence than usual for middle parts: the violas were in front of the cellos, for instance.
But one the whole, this was drab and uncharismatic music-making, rather like the man himself, in tails that looked like they were made in Holland too. My feeling was that any shape or form or feeling came from the score itself; I wondered if it would have been any different (better, maybe?) if the perfectly capable Staatskapelle had been allowed to play without a conductor at all. Collectively, they may have shown less restraint and let rip.
Tchaikovsky |
When you have in town one of Europe’s greatest orchestras (too seldom mentioned in discussions on websites) playing showcase pieces of this kind, you expect to have your wig and socks (or your shearling coat and ear-muffs) knocked off. Mine remained firmly in place all evening. That, I guess, is why the birthday boy was booed.
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