 Some
 years ago RCA's ace producer Jack Pfeiffer told me how, every now and 
again, Jascha Heifetz would open the score of Schoenberg's Concerto only
 to close it again with a perplexed shrug. Years earlier Schoenberg had 
personally sent Heifetz the score and the reaction was much the same. 
Heifetz just didn't get it, but he did at least try. What I wonder would
 he have made of this magnificent recording by Hilary Hahn? When the 
last chord sounds its full stop, the sense of satisfied finality is 
exhilarating. Hahn has the full of measure of the piece, its gawky 
lyricism, ethereal filigree and cripplingly difficult cadenzas (awkward 
chords galore), all rendered seemingly effortless. Wisps of old-world 
Vienna echo from the Andante, whereas in a performance of this 
calibre the finale's complex acrobatics suddenly have musical meaning. 
Of course having a first-rate orchestra and conductor helps: Esa-Pekka 
Salonen's direction is in the very best sense of the term “slick”, a 
perfect example of musical badinage, alert, crystal-clear and superbly 
recorded. Which makes the CD mandatory listening both for lovers of the 
work who crave an appreciative performance and for doubters who still 
await conversion.
Some
 years ago RCA's ace producer Jack Pfeiffer told me how, every now and 
again, Jascha Heifetz would open the score of Schoenberg's Concerto only
 to close it again with a perplexed shrug. Years earlier Schoenberg had 
personally sent Heifetz the score and the reaction was much the same. 
Heifetz just didn't get it, but he did at least try. What I wonder would
 he have made of this magnificent recording by Hilary Hahn? When the 
last chord sounds its full stop, the sense of satisfied finality is 
exhilarating. Hahn has the full of measure of the piece, its gawky 
lyricism, ethereal filigree and cripplingly difficult cadenzas (awkward 
chords galore), all rendered seemingly effortless. Wisps of old-world 
Vienna echo from the Andante, whereas in a performance of this 
calibre the finale's complex acrobatics suddenly have musical meaning. 
Of course having a first-rate orchestra and conductor helps: Esa-Pekka 
Salonen's direction is in the very best sense of the term “slick”, a 
perfect example of musical badinage, alert, crystal-clear and superbly 
recorded. Which makes the CD mandatory listening both for lovers of the 
work who crave an appreciative performance and for doubters who still 
await conversion.
The Sibelius performance is fascinating but less wholly 
convincing although as with the Schoenberg Hahn weaves a seductive, 
evenly deployed tone and her technique is impeccable. But while in the 
Schoenberg you sense a palpable level of emotional engagement Hahn's 
approach to Sibelius is cool, sphinx-like one might say, the first 
movement's many solo passages broadly drawn but somehow remote. No 
violinist currently performing makes a lovelier sound and although time 
and again I would note some illuminating phrase (not to mention 
Salonen's immaculately groomed accompaniment) the sum effect is of a 
strangely cold beauty. But the Schoenberg performance is, as I say, 
magnificent. (Rob Cowan / Gramophone)
 
 
 
 
 
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