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SA Symphony with pianist Stewart Goodyear
Quicksilver agility, golden touch in Grieg
January 30, 2010
Edvard Grieg’s Piano Concerto,
as overexposed a Romantic-era staple as any piece in the repertoire,
sounded remarkably fresh in pianist Stewart Goodyear’s agile, trim and
intelligent account, Jan. 29 with the San Antonio Symphony.
Guest conductor Scott Yoo, in his second appearance with the orchestra,
led the proceedings, which opened with American composer Irving Fine’s
sinuously lyrical “Serious Song” for strings and closed with Antonin
Dvorak’s Symphony No. 7.
Goodyear, in his San Antonio début, proved to be an
extraordinary musician in every respect -- and an alchemist, too. The
orchestra’s Steinway, which had sounded tired and in need of technical
refurbishment last fall, sprang back to life, bright, shiny and clear
as a bell, under Goodyear’s hands. His biography held a clue to the
reason: Among Goodyear’s teachers was Leon Fleisher, another pianist
with a conjurer’s touch.
Clarity was the hallmark of Goodyear’s playing. His rhythms were always
incisive, both in detail and in the large, and this concerto’s abundant
brilliant passages were rendered in high definition. It helps, of
course, if you’ve cornered the world market in digital facility, as
Goodyear apparently has, but his performance never seemed flashy. There
was ample depth (along with more than the requisite stamina) in the
first movement’s cadenza, and poetry in the adagio, and thoughtful
flexibility -- without hyperromantic distentions -- throughout.
Goodyear rewarded the audience’s ecstatic ovation with a solo encore of
his own composition titled “August,” a gentle ballad at its core, but
fitted with a raiment of intricate filigree that seemed equally
influenced by Franz Liszt and Oscar Peterson.
In his previous appearance with this orchestra, just over a year ago,
Yoo had it all. This time, he had some of it. He conducted the entire
program from memory and was fully in control of the orchestra -- I’ve
never seen a left hand deliver so many cues. He got a full, rich sound
from the orchestra’s strings and taut ensemble all around. But, apart
from his buoyant rendering of scherzo of the Dvorak symphony, the
warmth and sense of line that had characterized his previous appearance
were lost amid a mass of details this time out. His performances were
crisply drafted, but emotionally constrained.
Mike
Greenberg
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