Mozart At The Royal Festival Hall, 15 February 1991

To the Royal Festival Hall in deep midwinter with Bobbie, as part of the BBC Symphony Orchestra 60th Anniversary festival. We went to a couple of these concerts; this was the second of them.

Stephen Bishop-Kovacevich waved the stick and David Butt played the flute. We heard three great works by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:

  • Symphony No 39 in E Flat Major
  • Flute Concerto in G Major, K313/KE285c
  • Symphony No 40 in G Minor, K550

I’m not sure this was a perfect fit of conductor and orchestra for these works, but it was lovely to hear these familiar pieces in the Royal Festival Hall. I cannot find any newspaper archive reviews for this one, so my one-line review based on a memory of an event from nearly 34 years ago (as I write) will have to do.

BBC Symphony Orchestra Feast On Bruckner, With Andrew rather Than Günter, At The Royal Festival Hall, 8 February 1991

Bobbie and I went to a couple of Friday evening concerts at The Royal Festival Hall as part of the BBC Symphony Orchestra’s 60th Anniversary festival.

We were supposed to see the great Günter Wand performing a couple of Beethoven Symphonies, but Günter pulled out at the last minute so Andrew Davis decided to shake a stick at one of Günter’s signature pieces:

Anton Bruckner – Symphony No 8 in C Minor.

Hence, a one piece concert, this.

I did subsequently get to hear and see Günter perform this piece with the BBC Symphony Orchestra at what turned out to be his last BBC Prom hurrah – another occasion when we turned up to hear one set of pieces and got Bruckner 8 instead.

It’s just as well that I like Bruckner 8. I guess I have become mighty familiar with it over the years, collecting four Bruckner 8’s in 10 years between 1989 and 1999.

Malcolm Hayes in The Telegraph was unsure about this brave (but in his view, flawed) 1991 attempt:

David Bruckner Hayes TelegraphDavid Bruckner Hayes Telegraph 11 Feb 1991, Mon The Daily Telegraph (London, Greater London, England) Newspapers.com

Still, Bobbie and I no doubt enjoyed our evening despite the absence of Ludwig Van and Günter.

Going It Alone At The Proms With Anton & Günter, Royal Albert Hall, 9 September 1990

Annalisa was due to join me at this concert, but had to pull out at the last minute for some reason. The reason is not captured in my log. It was a Sunday, so I expect it was a health reason rather than a work reason.

Anyway, I hobbled to the Albert Hall alone for this Prom. I think it was the first time I had been to the Proms alone and possibly was the only time I have done so to date (the date of writing this being late 2024).

I say hobbled, because the cursory “traction” approach to my multiple prolapse was obviously not working and I was still in a great deal of pain with my back after my injury in June that year. Indeed, I associate my evening alone at the Proms with Anton & Günter as the point at which I resolved that I would have to try something else, but that I was determined to try something other than major surgery before possibly submitting to that as a last resort.

This was a one piece concert:

Anton Bruckner – Symphony No 5 in B Flat Major, performed by the maestro Günter Wand conducting the BBC Symphony Orchestra.

I suspect that Bruckner 5 is a good number for contemplative thought – it is certainly long enough. I do remember finding this performance especially moving and being really taken with it.

It was filmed and the film has been released on DVD – here is an extract:

If you look very carefully you might spot me sitting in the stalls on my tod.

This review from the Bucks Examiner says a lot:

Wand Ashmore BucksWand Ashmore Bucks 21 Sep 1990, Fri Bucks Examiner (Chesham, Buckinghamshire, England) Newspapers.com

Robert Henderson’s review in The Telegraph was no less glowing:

Wand Prom Henderson TelegraphWand Prom Henderson Telegraph 14 Sep 1990, Fri The Daily Telegraph (London, Greater London, England) Newspapers.com

I was there, folks. I was there. No doubt uncomfortable, fidgeting and barely able to walk for five minutes afterwards…but I was there.