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Tuesday, April 8, 2025

Vilde Frang, Vladimir Jurowski and the London Philharmonic Orchestra play Beethoven and Schumann in ADDA Alicante

 

A few years ago, a concert program comprising two works by Beethoven, and one by Schuman would not, for me, have aroused much interest. That is the value of an abono, a subscription, because a subscription means that you have opted for an entire season of performances and thus one goes to whatever is on offer. My wife and I have had a subscription to Alicante’s ADDA auditorium for several years and so we are now used to attending concerts that would not usually be in our comfort zone, which is that of twentieth and twenty-first century music. Last night in ADDA, we received a clear statement of what we have been missing over the years when we repeatedly tried to edit out what we didnt “like”.

The concert was by the London Philharmonic Orchestra under Vladimir Jurowski and featured the violin playing of Vilde Frang. Right, that has got the star billing out of the way! The concert presented Beethovens Coriolan Overture, Robert Schumann’s Violin Concerto, and then Beethovens Symphony No. 5. For someone who does not normally warm to Beethovens symphonies, I confess that in concert over the last two months I have heard numbers four, five and seven, and all three in their own way, have proved to be the highlights of a very rich musical year. My fear of cliché often gets in the way, but these three performances, and last night’s number five included, have all been outstanding.

Vladimir Jurowski needs no introduction. He is a justifiably a world-famous conductor. He is very economical, highly proficient and a very precise conductor. There are no grand or grandiose gestures, just content. The way he communicated what he wanted to stress in this performance of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony was both subtle and dramatically perfect. His indication of the syncopations in the final movement, for instance, were both precise and perfectly judged. In the central movements, Beethovens memory of wind bands in the street were clear, but the context was always architectural, with nothing being played for momentary effect. The pace of the first movement was fast and this “knock of fate on the door” was truly frightening. Again, I am tempted to describe the playing and the conducting as perfect.

The Coriolan Overture in its own way a masterpiece. Here Beethoven is trying to give us a complete Shakespeare play in five minutes. The ending, where treason results in public disgrace, is telling.

The Violin Concerto of Robert Schumann is potentially at least a problematic work. It is a late work, perhaps conceived when Robert Schumann was not fully in control of his own mind. But how many of us care when the result is what we heard? Vilde Frangs playing made sense of this rather rambling score and the orchestral accompaniment was always sympathetic to her substantial dynamic. The sound from her Guarneri was something to behold. She did play an encore, which I believe was Montanari’s Giga Senza Basso.

I intend to repeat the subscription for another year at least!