His Conducting Wasnt Always Pleasant. But It Was the Truth. – The New York Times

Read the reviews that the German conductor Michael Gielen received during his career, and you find a running theme.

He looks like an academician, Raymond Ericson reported in The New York Times after Gielens New York Philharmonic debut in 1971. His baton technique is not flamboyant; it is clear and precise.

A year later, the Times critic Harold C. Schonberg wrote, of a concert with the National Orchestra of Belgium at Carnegie Hall, that his Mahler was almost painfully literal.

A sensuous approach is exactly what the unsentimental Mr. Gielen is unprepared to give, he added.

Eleven years after that, Donal Henahan complained of a Carnegie visit with the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra, which Gielen led for six seasons in an initially confrontational, eventually admired tenure: Even Bruckner wants to sing and dance at times. This rather schoolmasterish performance denied him that pleasure.

These were meant as barbs. But Gielen gloried in the critical discomfort, in defying the expectations of a culture industry he thought had its priorities all wrong. When a Cincinnati Enquirer reporter asked in 1982 if he was too cerebral an artist for his own good, Gielen said, If I compare what I do to what I hear of certain less intellectual colleagues, then I must say I agree myself. Nothing is more horrible than stupid music-making.

Nobody could possibly accuse Gielen, who died in 2019, of that. One might now think him narrow in his doctrinaire modernist focus; or see him as misguided, even elitist, in forcing listeners to hear what he thought good for them; or not share the ever more pessimistic leftism that informed his work.

But Gielen raised fundamental questions in his conducting. He interrogated music for what it had said at its creation, and asked what it had to say to the present. He insisted that old and new works said similar things in different accents, and he thought audiences lazy if they could not hear that. He believed it dishonest to settle for easy answers: Beethovens Ninth Symphony so troubled him in the century of Auschwitz and Hiroshima that he spliced Schoenbergs A Survivor From Warsaw between its slow movement and its Ode to Joy finale, a choice that expressed his lifelong commitment to shattering complacency.

Art offers the opportunity to encounter the truth, Gielen wrote in 1981 to Cincinnati subscribers who were rebelling against his rule. And thats not always pleasant.

Even if Gielen mellowed a little over the years, pleasant would be the wrong word to describe the recently completed Michael Gielen Edition from SWR Music: 88 CDs that cover five decades of recordings and offer the deepest insight yet into this conductors work, from Bach to Zimmermann.

Many have been available before; some are new to disc; other important releases must be found elsewhere. But there is more than enough in its 10 volumes to confirm Gielen as one of the most stimulating conductors of the 20th century.

He made the bulk of these recordings with the SWR Symphony Orchestra Baden-Baden and Freiburg, the radio ensemble that he led from 1986 to 1999 and worked with until just before its demise in 2016 in part with the intention of using its practically unlimited rehearsal time to make an archive of recordings as close as possible to his intentions.

Those intentions were often provocative, in the best sense. With his strict analytical clarity and his facility for transparency, Gielen stripped as much personal emotion out of scores as he could, which had immense payoffs in Mahler, even in Beethoven. His Haydn does not chuckle as freely as it might; his Mozart is robust, not prettified; his Bruckner has little interest in storming the heavens he denied, though it does plumb the depths he saw all around him.

But relaxation or enjoyment could more properly be found eating well, or taking a good shower, than in engaging with music, Gielen told The Times in 1982. His recordings were made for the head more than for the heart. Gielens was conducting to think with, and he is worth thinking with still.

Music and politics were combined from the start for him. Born in Dresden in 1927 to Josef Gielen, a theater and opera director, and Rose Steuermann, a soprano noted for her Schoenberg, Michael and his family fled the Nazis, eventually settling in Buenos Aires in 1940.

Surrounded in Argentina by refugees who had no sympathy for the style of the conductors who stayed behind to serve the Third Reich, Gielen, a rptiteur and budding conductor at the Teatro Coln, gravitated toward the textual literalism of his two antifascist idols, Erich Kleiber and Arturo Toscanini. He shunned what he called the gigantomania of Wilhelm Furtwngler, under whom he would uncomfortably play continuo for Bachs St. Matthew Passion in 1950.

Back in Europe, Gielen focused on opera during the first half of his career, though not exclusively so. He was a staff conductor at the Vienna State Opera, then had spells leading the Royal Swedish Opera and the Netherlands Opera, before eventually triumphing as general music director of the Frankfurt Opera, then the most aesthetically ambitious house in Germany, from 1977 to 1987.

Lamentably little of Gielens operatic legacy survives. But working with the dramaturge Klaus Zehelein, he built Frankfurt into a crucible of Regietheater or directors theater, in which the directors vision tends to dominate hoping to restore something like the original shock of pieces that he thought had become bland under the weight of performance traditions.

For Gielen, there were two ways to do something similar in the concert hall. One was to come up with programming that radicalized the old and contextualized the new. So he made a montage out of Weberns Six Pieces and Schuberts Rosamunde; put Schoenbergs more classically-inclined works next to Mozarts more Romantic ones; and stuck Schoenbergs Expressionist monologue Erwartung before Beethovens Eroica.

Gielens other method remains bracingly apparent on record: an interpretive technique that prized restraint. Other musicians working at the same time explored period instruments as a way to recover the shock of the worn, but he thought that path illusory (even if he invited Nikolaus Harnoncourt to conduct in Frankfurt). Putting on a wig doesnt make me an 18th-century man, he wrote in his memoirs.

Instead, Gielen tried to clarify structures through a careful analysis of tempo relationships, and to expose details, though not so many as to muddy the overarching form. Critics often suggested that he aimed for an objective interpretation, but he knew that there were many ways to expose the truths he found in a work. The three accounts of Mahlers Sixth that are available on SWR, from 1971, 1999 and 2013, take 74, 84 and 94 minutes: the earliest brisk, streamlined; the middle one the dark heart of his essential complete Mahler survey; the last unbearably slow and heavy, consumed from the start with a desperate nihilism.

Gielen thought he would be remembered as an exponent of the Second Viennese School and of contemporary music, and the two SWR sets dedicated to that work are exemplary. There is anguish in his Schoenberg, Berg and Webern, but also a forlorn lyricism; like much of Gielens conducting, these sit somewhere between the clinical angularity of Pierre Boulez and the warm intensity of Hans Rosbaud, Gielens predecessor in Baden-Baden. The six-disc volume of post-World War II music one CD, dedicated to Jorge E. Lpezs astonishing Dome Peak and Breath Hammer Lightning, comes with a health warning for its extremes of volume is a despairingly intense affair. Ligetis Requiem, which Gielen premiered in 1965, practically smokes with rage.

But Gielens approach generated equally fascinating, complicated results in other music, too. His taste for detail fully convinces in late Romanticism, where his repertoire was particularly broad. Rachmaninoffs The Isle of the Dead comes off as a colossal masterpiece; Schoenbergs Gurrelieder is given expansive treatment, a Klimt glittering blindingly; Schrekers Vorspiel zu einem Drama has never sounded so glorious.

Gielens ability to seem as if he was getting out of the way of the music he conducted lets these kinds of scores stand in full bloom, with the effect of demonstrating exactly why later composers reacted so strongly against them including Gielen himself, in his few, stark works.

Elsewhere, Gielen felt it necessary to stamp out overkill in Romanticism where it was unwarranted above all in his Beethoven, which still has unusual energy, even if many conductors have since come around to Gielens once-unusual insistence on trying to keep up with the composers controversial metronome markings.

That energy is not at all benign; for Gielen, the violence in Beethovens scores is as much a part of their humanity as their idealism is. While the Eroica was for him a genuinely revolutionary piece that built a new social existence around individual dignity in its finale he recorded it repeatedly, and enthrallingly the Fifth Symphony he believed a terrible awakening. The relentless C major hammering of its finale evoked not triumph or freedom, Gielen wrote, but affirmation without contradiction, and with it the trampling of any opposition, imperial terror. If his 1997 recording does not fully convince it sounds empty, even barren you suspect its not supposed to.

Complexity where others found simplicity; enigmas where there might seem to be answers. For Gielen, there was no escape. You see me helpless before the confusing picture of the last century, he wrote near the end of his autobiography.

All that was left was to think about music. That always had more truths to offer.

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His Conducting Wasnt Always Pleasant. But It Was the Truth. - The New York Times