Divine Discipline
Classical Review
I
have thought about violinist Hilary Hahn more than any other musician who works
the concerto circuit. She has played here often, nearly every season for many
years now, returning last weekend to play with the Milwaukee Symphony
Orchestra. I certainly am intrigued by her phenomenal technique and the clarity
of her musicality. Beyond that, she has a mystery about her that I find both
fascinating and frustrating. I never feel as if I know her when she leaves the
stage.
At 28 this formerly waifish prodigy now understandably wants to be seen
as a young woman. One only needed to look at her concert dress, black and
decidedly adult, with a plunging neckline, to get the message. Hahn played the
iconic Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto, which she is performing with several
orchestras through the coming fall. As anyone familiar with her playing would
expect, she pared away extraneous romantic excesses and dug into the substance
of the score. The evenness of her bow, the consistency of the tone, the
richness of her low range, the perfection of sky high notes, the trills that
could not be better, these were her characteristic traits in evidence last
Friday night.
Hahn is the most disciplined string player I have ever heard. What she
does is nothing short of extraordinary. Her encore, a solo Bach Gigue, could
not be topped by anyone alive. She never lets the audience see her sweat,
that’s for sure. Everything she does is as musically satisfying as it is
technically remarkable. Then why is it that what I want from Hahn is some hint
of abandon, some signal that this goddess of the violin, who has a master’s
control over her instrument, is also all too human?



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