Sinkovsky is to violin what a duck is to water. |
The fact that he performed on a 1675
Francesco Ruggeri violin was somewhat lost on me because I would not be able to
tell the difference between a violin of this vintage or provenance and one
bought on eBay for $100. But I did get his sense of humour and loved his
choice of music which, admittedly, is not surprising: Vivaldi is a crowd
pleaser and his music is all too familiar. In fact, one of the most influential
musicians of the 20th century, Russian composer Fyodorovich Stravinsky,
famously quipped that Vivaldi didn’t write 400 concertos; rather, he wrote one
concerto 400 times.
While adhering to the customary three
movements, Vivaldi’s Concerto in C major RV 177 was nonetheless dramatic and
daring, with sudden contrasts of mood, character and expression. And who better
to embody all this than Sinkovsky whose performance is equally unconventional.
In the second half of the concert,
Sinkovsky-the-virtuoso reappeared with a hair-do change as well as a costume
change. He transformed into a wild, passionate and phenomenal counter tenor
singing Vivaldi’s cantata RV 684. Suddenly, without warning, he picked
up his violin for a short solo of one verse. Oh the joys of multi-tasking.
The concert was about mood and
atmospherics and, in a gesture of sensitivity and goodwill, Sinkovsky dedicated
the aria Cara sposa, from Handel’s Rinaldo, to the victims of the Malaysian
Airlines flight MH 17. It was a beautiful gesture and a poignant offering to a
country in grief. The audience was smitten.
Trite though it may sound, I loved,
loved, LOVED his interpretation of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons – Winter. Yes, I
know, we’ve all heard this warhorse a million times - in concerts,
supermarkets, lifts and while waiting for a Telstra advisor to pick up the
phone. But the fun, frivolity and fervour of the entire Brandenburg orchestra
playing on their period instruments, with artistic director Paul Dyer at the
harpsichord, and the climactic build-up to the crescendo, was electrifying.
After that, I was ready to levitate out of Angel Place.
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