Lars Vogt's Beethoven Concerto no 3 blows ass
3 March 2007, Saturday 8:30 p.m
Beethoven: Overture to Consecration of the House
Beethoven: Piano Concerto no 3
Richard Strauss: Aus Italien
Lars Vogt, piano
Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra
Matthias Bamert, conductor.
Lars Vogt's stature as a Beethoven pianist had been raved, especially since his recording with Simon Rattle and City of Birmingham Orchestra of Beethoven's Piano Concerto no 1 & 2 received quite some accolades. And I won't be surprised if the accolades come from the typical British Press =P...eg, this quote: "Vogt's high intelligence, physical daring and clarity of vision seem to gain in power with every performance." from The Times. My first impression was definitely more than disappointment. It's like listening to a first Lang Lang record.
It doesn't help that Matthias Bamert provided one of the most numb and bland interpretation of the introductory bars that I was tempted to look at my watch and count seconds before Mr Vogt made his first entry. The left hand triplet figurations was messy and at times the right hand was louder than the left and vice-versa. There are moments of what I call micro-management ala Simon Rattle that exaggerates some articulations particularly in parts of the third movements. Kiyomi Kikuchi's timpani playing further exaggerates the third movement by tightening up the timps to make it sound like battering ram(s) pounding my ears. Add further two "gay" audiences who can't resist tingles of orgasm everytime Mr Vogt tries some kinky moves(on keyboard dumbass) and it was harrowing. What made it worse Manchester United vs Liverpool was on that same concert night. Now stone me, please. To please what I assume typical Lang Lang asskissing goons who were squirming and yelping every time he went out and acknowledge the audiences, he pounded out Rondo alla Turca as encore.
The Aus Italien was ok, and it's evident how pale Matthias Bamert's leadership was compared with Kees Bakels. To his credit, the third movement was gorgeous but otherwise the other three movements was almost a snoozefest. I walked out with a great lesson; unless the greats Lipati, Richter, Michealangeli, Gould rise from their graves and perform at that hall OR either of these living pianists performed at that hall - Zimerman, Argerich, Volodos...please do not ever find an excuse to miss a great footie match for another British raved, overrated soloist.
Beethoven: Overture to Consecration of the House
Beethoven: Piano Concerto no 3
Richard Strauss: Aus Italien
Lars Vogt, piano
Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra
Matthias Bamert, conductor.
Lars Vogt's stature as a Beethoven pianist had been raved, especially since his recording with Simon Rattle and City of Birmingham Orchestra of Beethoven's Piano Concerto no 1 & 2 received quite some accolades. And I won't be surprised if the accolades come from the typical British Press =P...eg, this quote: "Vogt's high intelligence, physical daring and clarity of vision seem to gain in power with every performance." from The Times. My first impression was definitely more than disappointment. It's like listening to a first Lang Lang record.
It doesn't help that Matthias Bamert provided one of the most numb and bland interpretation of the introductory bars that I was tempted to look at my watch and count seconds before Mr Vogt made his first entry. The left hand triplet figurations was messy and at times the right hand was louder than the left and vice-versa. There are moments of what I call micro-management ala Simon Rattle that exaggerates some articulations particularly in parts of the third movements. Kiyomi Kikuchi's timpani playing further exaggerates the third movement by tightening up the timps to make it sound like battering ram(s) pounding my ears. Add further two "gay" audiences who can't resist tingles of orgasm everytime Mr Vogt tries some kinky moves(on keyboard dumbass) and it was harrowing. What made it worse Manchester United vs Liverpool was on that same concert night. Now stone me, please. To please what I assume typical Lang Lang asskissing goons who were squirming and yelping every time he went out and acknowledge the audiences, he pounded out Rondo alla Turca as encore.
The Aus Italien was ok, and it's evident how pale Matthias Bamert's leadership was compared with Kees Bakels. To his credit, the third movement was gorgeous but otherwise the other three movements was almost a snoozefest. I walked out with a great lesson; unless the greats Lipati, Richter, Michealangeli, Gould rise from their graves and perform at that hall OR either of these living pianists performed at that hall - Zimerman, Argerich, Volodos...please do not ever find an excuse to miss a great footie match for another British raved, overrated soloist.
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