And I mean seriously last minute! Courtesy of Charlotte, North Carolina gadfly/orchestra enthusiast (and regular poster to industry message boards) Delmar Williams, check out this amazing video of the NHK Symphony Orchestra, one of Japan’s leading ensembles, performing Tchaikovsky’s 4th Symphony back in 2004. I’ll say no more about it ’til you’ve had a chance to watch…
I know! No conductor? In a late romantic symphony involving close to 100 players?!
According to the note attached to the video, this concert was apparently being conducted by Vladimir Ashkenazy (who I believe would have been the NHK’s chief conductor at the time,) but the maestro apparently stabbed himself in the hand with his own baton at some point early on in the symphony, and had to leave the stage.
Now, one never knows how one will react in such a situation until one finds oneself in the middle of one, but I feel reasonably confident that, were this to happen to Osmo, the next thing to happen would not be that the concertmaster would immediately begin conducting from his/her chair, and lead all four movements with a bow substituting for a baton while the podium remained empty. (Oh, who am I kidding? This would never happen here anyway. Osmo would need a lot more than a baton wound to get him off the podium. It would probably need to be a heart attack, or worse.)
In all seriousness, this is an astounding feat of concentration by the NHK concertmaster, Masafumi Hori. (I wish I knew his name, but I can’t find an English-language reference to this performance other than the video clip.) I know Tchaik 4 like the back of my hand, and I’d even be willing to wager that I could play most of the viola part without sheet music, but that’s a lot different than suddenly having to lead the whole orchestra on a moment’s notice! Keep in mind that he’s got no score to work from, so he’s reading off his ordinary Violin I part, and conducting everyone else from memory. And with no indication that he’s under any particular stress at all.
The funniest part of the whole thing to me is when they finally make it to the end of the piece (and this is a 55-minute symphony, by the way!) and play the final chord, and the concertmaster is so relieved to have gotten through it that he seems to momentarily forget that there’s no one on the podium to tell the orchestra to stand and take their bows. No surprise that the rest of the orchestra refuses to get to their feet until he’s gotten his due…




