There
is not a violinist in Britain today who could hold a candle
to Tasmin Little. To judge from her recital in Glasgow
last night she is just getting better all the time. For
a long time now the maturity of her playing has been a
particularly impressive component of her musical armoury.
But it seemed to me last night, and right across the wide
range of repertoire she played, that this quality has
developed further and is one of her greatest strengths.
Allied
to the power of her playing, that maturity informed every
corner of her probing account of Beethoven's Fourth Violin
Sonata, a demanding work with the subtle drama of its
opening movement, the need for discretion and understatement
in its Andante, and the control required to turn its tempestuous
finale into its uneasy close.
But
if that was good, her playing of Faure's First Sonata
- in which the concerto·abilities of her fabulous
pianist,Piers Lane were outstanding, was profoundly impressive.
Few violinists can sustain a stream of lyricism so fluidly,
or so exquisitely gauge a climactic point as Tasmin Little
did throughout this glowing, radiant performance.
And
if anything, it was this element - Little the songstress
- that characterised her second half stream of beauties
by Janacek, Szymanowski and Delius, (the last with a ravishing
coda that sprayed a gentle cloud of musical stardust)
before she played her trump card in a display of musicianship
and violin playing with Ravel's Tzigane. Glorious.
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