The Chapman String Quartet played the autobiographical Quartet No. 8 in front of a cardboard cutout of the Kremlin in the lobby before the concert, bravely trying to overcome the hubbub of the crowd.
Carl St.Clair led a rollicking, turbulent orchestral interlude from the opera that drew the wrath of Josef Stalin, "Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk District," followed by the coda of the Symphony No. 5 and its implied message of jubilation under threat.
Actor David Prather read from "Testimony," zeroing in upon the key passages that changed Western perceptions of what Shostakovich's music really meant. And after the concert, Volkov himself joined St.Clair, pianist Alexander Toradze, artistic advisor Joseph Horowitz, and members of the audience onstage for probing reminiscences and theories about Shostakovich and Stalin.
Yet one wonders whether we in the 21st century are experiencing more powerful Shostakovich interpretations than previous generations did. St.Clair and the Pacific Symphony had the basic outlines and current notions of tempo of the Symphony No. 10 well in hand, and the performance was in general pretty good.
What didn't come through was the feeling of the scherzo (said to be a portrait of Stalin) nearly running off the rails with ferocity, nor the urgency and anguish of the first movement stretched nearly to the point of pain. I thought of some of the earliest recordings of the Tenth that were shot through with brooding and fury -- those of Dimitri Mitropoulos and, of all people, Herbert von Karajan. They got the message somehow, without the benefit of our hindsight.
For his part, Toradze played the Piano Concerto No. 2 with an ear for extremes -- applying either the lightest of featherweight touches or bombs-away fireworks, taking the Andante movement at a hold-your-breath slow tempo that became Molto Adagio by the close. This performance was different; what it could have used was more satire and fun.