I wondered throughout "man, is it supposed to sound like that?" I was astounded by the whole thing and immediately went out and bought some CDs of Salvatore Accardo playing Paganini. Still, this may not have been enough; I wish I could hear Turban play it again, because even thought I didn't know whether I liked it, exactly, I wanted to figure out exactly what he was doing. I was a bit relieved when I discovered that Goethe shared my confused experience upon the first hearing of a Paganini concerto. He said.
"I heard something simply meteoric and was unable to understand it."
There were parts when the violin really did sing, When Turban played those high notes on the g-string, it almost sounded like a viola. At other times, while he was doing tricky harmonic doublestops, his violin sounded like a flute. At times during Turban's cadenza, I thought he sounded like three violinists all playing at the same time. And in many lyrical passages, he just sounded like a great violinist. On my way out of the concert hall I heard one nay-sayer comment, "All those guitar solos from the 70s that were so hard to play but that I never liked? I think it all originated here," gesturing toward the stage. I have to disagree. Virtuosic guitar solos? just ridiculous and pretentious in the middle of a rock n'roll song. Crazy virtuouso violin playing in the concerto format? totally appropriate, and in fact, more rock n' roll than the guitar solo interrupting some pop music. This music bends your mind in the concerto context. It doesn't sound like difficulty for difficulty's sake and it breaks into an occaisionally pretentious kind of music with a crazy life-affirming joy. The combination of wacky displays of impossible playing and weird sound fills the rather polite concerto form with a surprising eros. In Paganini's case, the music is wild enough that you might, like Goethe, use him to define the "demonic" itself: a "mysterious power that all may feel and no philosophy can explain." Turban, with his winks, grins, and deep knee bends, brought that delicious deviltry right to the fore.
For your own wild classical music experience, don't forget "Wall to Wall Stravinsky" at Symphony Space this weekend.