Mozart’s Requiem

When you haven’t been to a live public performance of classical music in a while, it’s tempting to do nothing but sit listening to your CDs in the deep solitary comfort of the sofa at home.

You might imagine that it’s enough; that it’s not necessary to make the effort to buy tickets, to travel to sit in an auditorium for a couple of hours and then spend another hour driving home.

It’s only when you do make the effort that you appreciate what you’re missing.

It was like that yesterday at the Symphony Hall in Birmingham. It’s a fabulous hall within a big conference centre. The acoustics are such that if someone clears their throat, you can hear it quite clearly all over the hall, which is why people with coughs should do the decent thing and refrain from attending. But that’s a whole other issue, a tissue issue.

It was Mozart all the way, which is fine by me. The evening kicked off with Symphony No 35 (Haffner).  It was a splendid opener, full of colour, bluster and gusto with Andris Nelsons conducting the City of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra.

Andris is a bit of a sensation. He’s only 32, from Latvia originally and played piano, trumpet and sang bass baritone before becoming a conductor. He conducts dynamically using his entire body, leaping into the air, both feet leaving the rostrum, he points, gathers, sooths, softens, punches and grasps. I’m not doing him justice here, making him sound like someone imitating a conductor, but it didn’t seem at all false – pure musical expression.

Mozart can do little wrong as far as I’m concerned but I was under-impressed by the second piece, his Flute Concerto in G Minor. Marie-Christine Zupancic did a fine job on the flute, performing extremely difficult technical solos but nothing about the concerto really moved me. It was interesting to read in the programme notes that Mozart didn’t relish the thought of composing for his least favourite instrument either – though obviously he raised his game to do an outstanding job with the Magic Flute – but probably because the flute solos are very short and simple!

The real deal was after the interval; Mozart’s Requiem. Like many, I was introduced to it by the film Amadeus – screenplay by Peter Shaffer. Although the cinema sound systems do a lot to tattoo the Confutatis on your brain cells, it’s only when you hear the entire work that you appreciate its extraordinary breadth and power.

Yesterday was the first time I’d heard it live. As we took our seats after the interval, the place was electric with anticipation – then precisely on the first beat of the performance, someone hacked out a good loud cough.   Great.   People had coughed their way through the Haffner and snorted and sneezed in the flute concerto. Suffocation might be the only solution if they dared do that in the Requiem.

The choir began singing “Requiem” and the gathering volume of some two hundred voices filling all the space in the lofty concert hall was properly spine-tingling; the sort of magnificent din that makes you sigh at the beauty of it and bite your lip to prevent uncontrolled falling of tears.

The massed choir turned the first page of music and, contrasted against their dark suits and black dresses, the sudden flutterings of white looked like the wingbeats of hundreds of white doves.  It was a good omen.

There’s so much drama in Mozart’s Requiem – the Dies Irae full of sound and fury and later the insistent macho pounding of the Confutatis which dissolves into the soft, heartbreaking feminity of the Lacrimosa, which always makes me think of Michelangelo’s Pieta.

The Requiem experience was akin to drowning in music; letting yourself do nothing but absorb and be absorbed. There was no coughing. If there was, I didn’t hear it but I suspect those with tickly throats were just as helplessly and thoroughly immersed.

Andris Nelsons became a part of it, his conductors hands fluidly caressing spectral bodies in the air, as though shaping and sculpting the sound waves themselves.

After the final long note of the Requiem, there were three clear seconds of silence that were so charged with energy that you could feel the weight of it. Then the applause… which went on and on and was so thoroughly deserved.

It was a faultless, extraordinary performance with a wonderful, wonderful chorus and orchestra plus excellent soloists who had to settle for a vital, yet secondary role in this great work.

If it was such a sorrowful exhilaration for the audience, what must it be like to sing or play in this? One of the highest of highs?

Probably. A pal of mine sings with a well-known Gloucestershire choir and has performed Requiem in a Symphony Hall workshop day led by the charismatic Andris. I asked her once how it feels being part of a massed choir singing a great work. She pressed her fist to her heart and said “Indescribable!”

As we headed out of the building aiming for the lights of the eateries and bars, a couple of men passed us, bouncing along with the kind of gait that smacks of intoxicated celebration.  They were members of the chorus, still in their dark suits, still singing excerpts from the performance, drunk on pure choral exhilaration.

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9 Responses to Mozart’s Requiem

  1. valzone says:

    Oh wow, have I enjoyed reading this Jan, and I read with sheer envy. I can tell you thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing it with us. Lovely photo too.

  2. janh1 says:

    It was a proper treat, Val. 🙂

  3. IsobelandCat says:

    Oh man. Sounds wild.
    Just speaking to friend on Skye who was at a concert on Friday with the U3A (now isn’t that a brilliant organisation?) of Chopin. The pianist played for over an hour, then a short interval, then some more.

    • janh1 says:

      Hi Isobel. You know what I wished? The audience just went on applauding for ever. I wished the conductor had just said “Ok folks, you want to hear that last section one more time?” and I would have yelled “YESSSSS!!”

      DT man said “It’s a requiem not a rock concert” but hey, i can dream, can’t I?

      • janh1 says:

        Yes I’ve heard it IS a brilliant organisation and when I get to the third age, I might take a degree or something. Psychology, I think. 🙂

  4. Tim Walton says:

    Hi

    Great review – glad you enjoyed it. I went to the Thursday performance (not sure which you went to) and yes, it was fantastic.

    It was also Andris’s 32nd Birthday.

    This week I go to both performances of Mahler 5, the second of which will be my 1900th performance in Symphony Hall.

    If anyone can’t get to one of the performances, it is on Radio 3 on Wednesday evening.

    Keep on with the great reviews – more detailed & informative than you ever get in the newspapers!

    Tim

    • janh1 says:

      Hi Tim and thanks for dropping by 🙂

      I’m sorry I got Andris’s birthday wrong! I’ll correct it. This was yesterday (Saturday’s) performance.

      Thanks for the tip about the Mahler on R3. Unlike you, I have no more concerts lined up at the moment!

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