For more than 20 years, I've covered hundreds of classical concerts featuring guest solo instrumentalists, never experiencing the slightest difficulty identifying any soloist as soon as he or she strode out of the wings. Until last Friday, when the Jussen brothers, Lucas and Arthur, came to play the Mozart Double Piano Concerto with the Charlotte Symphony Orchestra at Belk Theater. Even after consulting the program
notes, which informed me that Lucas (born 1993) was the elder by three years, I just couldn't be sure who was Lucas and who was Arthur. Their headshots weren't labeled.
In the course of fielding questions, the Jussens sorted themselves out, saving me the trouble of asking out loud. Aside from learning about their schooling and practice regimens, including the logistics of apportioning practice time and rehearsing their two-piano repertoire - really, the CSO audience asks interesting questions - I found out that Lucas was the brother whom I had deemed to be the superior pianist.
They faced one another with the lids of the pianos taken off, the better to see each other while playing, and the better for the orchestra's sound to reach us unimpeded. And indeed the interplay and coordination between the brothers proved to be exceptional from their first entrance into the Mozart, though Lucas executed the trills of the Allegro more brilliantly. It was good that Warren-Green had the CSO accompanying with such zest; there's still no falloff in their proficiency with Wolfgang years after the departure of Christof Perick from the podium.
The middle movement Andante demanded less brilliance from the soloists, so there was less of a disparity in their playing, though Lucas was marginally more expressive. What stood out for me here - and in the ensuing Allegro - was how perfectly the tone of the brothers' playing matched up. There are many factors that determine each pianist's individuality at the keyboard, including training, temperament,
physiology and conditioning. In all of these things, Lucas and Arthur are more akin than any two concert or jazz pianists I've heard. Maybe that's why the dynamics and the tonalities match so well, for when Arthur takes over a phrase that Lucas starts, it sounds more like a continuation than an answer. Like the Everly Brothers singing with identical Kentucky accents, there is something special and unique about the sound of the Jussen Brothers.
Our CSO was also special that night - in Strauss's impish and colorful Till Eulenspiegel as well as in the elegant Mozart, and in Mendelsshohn's effervescent Fourth Symphony. The Mendelssohn was the one piece on the program that clocked in at a swifter time than my reference recordings at home, good news for all of us who love the familiar gallop of the opening Allegro vivace and the reckless speed of the
Emboldened by the sensation they had created, the Jussens played multiple encores by Bizet and Berio. Warren-Green had no less reason for ebullience after the Mendelssohn, but before launching into the elder Strauss's Radetzky March - and hilariously fluffing it - he sounded out the audience on the idea of programming a waltz-filled, Viennese style gala in the near future. After a program of Merry Pranks, speedy Mendelssohn, and the Jussen Brothers, the crowd predictably clamored for anything Warren-Green might devise.
Delette Nycum was my great-grandmother.
Goddamn this town is a drag.
His voice just creeps me out. That is all.