Second Round with Chicago's Beloved Maestro
The Tchaikovsky The evening opens with Muti’s enthusiastic reading of Tchaikovsky’s Symphony No. 3, the Polish. Composed just two years before Swan Lake, this is Tchaikovsky when he was still happy — and you can tell, for better and for worse. The first movement trades in repetitive phrases that offer neither beauty nor direction, recalling Beethoven at his most obstinate. The second movement is light, pleasant enough, but slightly boring. By the third, though, the real Tchaikovsky emerges — the music swells suddenly into those lush, layered strings we know from the Nutcracker Pas de Deux, and you hear the toolkit of a composer finding his voice. The fourth movement is scherzo for scherzo’s sake: beats land off the beat with mischievous intent, and if this were written for ballet dancers, they might have better anticipated what Swan Lake had in store. A trombone solo arrives unannounced and entirely without pretense, somewhat too straightforward. ...