The last time I saw Klaus Tennstedt

The last time I saw Klaus Tennstedt


norman lebrecht

October 02, 2017

This private photograph has just turned up in a desk I was clearing.

It shows Klaus and me in a fairly typical pose, me pressing him for an answer on something or other, him smoking, listening, worrying whether he’s going to make it to the podium later that day.

As it happens, it was the last time he ever conducted. Not one of the world’s great orchestras, either, but showing a student ensemble at Oxford University how to play beyond the parameters of the possible. Ravaged by cancer treatment, rocked to the roots of his confidence, the most instinctual conductor I ever saw laid down his baton that day. Though we spoke on the phone, we never met again before his death.

Here’s an appreciation that I wrote for the Telegraph when the sad news came through, in January 1998.

Genius at transient as music itself

Norman Lebrecht


KLAUS Tennstedt is dead, and part of us dies with him. He was the last conductor to bring a London audience roaring to its feet – not in acclamation but in sheer catharsis at the resolution of one of Mahler’s meaning-of-life symphonies. And as the rafters trembled in the Festival Hall, this lanky old man in sweat-soaked tails, strands of white hair plastered to his cranium, would peer through steamed-up glasses at the stomping masses, wondering what had caused the upheaval.

For four short seasons in the mid-Eighties he was music director of the London Philharmonic Orchestra. It was the only position he ever fulfilled with any accomplishment, for there was in Tennstedt a glorious impracticality and a streak of self-destruction. John Willan, manager of the orchestra, could never be entirely sure that his conductor would reach the podium without tripping over his shoelaces. Sometimes he turned up with the wrong score. His standing was relatively low in France, where he once showed up with a mutinous orchestra and a strong whiff of booze.

He was a nightmare to the music industry; his wife, Inge, joked that EMI could issue a boxed set of his unfinished recordings. Nor was he any respecter of reputations. When Jessye Norman failed to reach the top notes in a recording of Wagner excerpts, Tennstedt refused to have anything more to do with her. There was a transparent honesty to the man that refused to countenance studio fakery. Not since Klemperer had we heard anything like him.

His life story is unremarkable, a common German odyssey. Born in Merseburg in 1926, the son of an orchestral musician, he listened to “forbidden” discs during the Second World War and was trapped in the Soviet zone at the armistice. A talented violinist, leader of a symphony orchestra at 19 and with hopes of a solo career, he lost his livelihood when a growth appeared between two fingers. After a year’s depression and a broken teenage marriage, he crept into the opera house and looked for work as a répétiteur.

They quickly recognised his conducting ability, but Tennstedt had no intention of joining the Communist Party and could not get a decent job. After stints at Chemnitz, Dresden and Schwerin, Tennstedt tried his hand freelancing in East Berlin. His friend Kurt Masur, a smooth operator with the comrades in power, got him out of several sticky situations. At his first foreign concert, in Sweden, he skipped to the West.

All it gained him was another provincial post, this time in the Baltic port of Kiel. A Canadian manager passing nearby heard him conduct Bruckner and gave him a date. An American agent booked him for Boston, where his début in Bruckner’s Eighth Symphony was one of those occasions that pushed world news off the front page. Tennstedt, at 49, was an overnight sensation, besieged by every orchestra in America.

Yet each time he went before the Philadelphia or the Chicago Symphony Orchestra his self-belief was strained. He rushed home to Inge, a down-to-earth former alto, and suffered some kind of nervous breakdown. In a year of slow recovery he discovered an affinity with the sufferings and symphonies of Mahler.

When he next took up the baton Tennstedt joined the ranks of the greatest Mahler interpreters. “I won’t say anything against young men,” he once told me, “but you have to take some blows in life in order to understand the great composers.”

The performances come rushing back to mind. A Sixth Symphony in which all of the century’s horrors seemed to be contained in the terrifying opening march. An Eighth Symphony that achieved, for the only time in my life, total coherence. A Ninth that trespassed into a world beyond ours, a world of truth. These are the unforgettables, the unrepeatables.

His repertory was small enough to start with and he whittled it down further to the bare essentials: Mahler, Beethoven, Bruckner, Brahms. His Mozart was stodgy as apricot dumplings and his Prokofiev sounded like German vodka. But in the music that mattered to him he could not be touched. I never heard him give a half-hearted performance, nor leave the podium anything but drained.

The players would walk through fire for him. He once conducted the Adagietto of Mahler’s Fifth Symphony so slowly that they could barely aspirate – and then whipped into the finale without a second’s pause. His specs were by now so covered in sweat that he had to wipe them clean, so the orchestra had only the beat of his kneecap to follow.

He was convivial enough, but was often lost for conversation, not being of an intellectual turn of mind or having much of a memory for gossip. On his balcony at Kiel, he would sit for hours watching the ships pass by. Yet there was a magnetic quality to him that was felt by musicians and children. As we chatted in German, my fidgety nine-year-old daughter sat motionless, transfixed at his side, his arm around her shoulders.

His London life ended sadly. A chain-smoker, he was diagnosed with lung cancer in 1985 and underwent surgery and radiation. He would never feel the same again, his fragile self-belief shattered beyond repair. He cancelled concert after concert, only to be greeted by a huge banner, hanging from the upper balcony of the Festival Hall: “Welcome back, Klaus!” The orchestra stripped him of his title in August 1987, but continued to hope he would recover. He finally gave up on the first day of a tour of Japan in 1992, succumbing, it seemed to me (I lunched with him that day), to a frailty of mind rather than of body.

I heard him conduct his last recording, the Beethoven violin concerto in Kiel with Nigel Kennedy, a fellow victim of musical pressures. I last saw him three summers ago in Oxford, where he had been coaxed into directing the student orchestra. For six short minutes of a Weber overture, Tennstedt was back at his best. But the moment he put down the baton, he became an old man, defeated by pain and loss.

If he could not conduct, he did not want to live. He resumed smoking with a vengeance and ruptured old friendships. Until last week, there were still people in orchestras and record companies who believed he would some day return. He belonged to no tradition and left no pupils. Like the ephemeral art of music at its finest, he has been – and gone.


  • Radames says:

    What a wonderful legacy Klaus Tennstedt has left with his recordings, each of them a treasure!

    Why was his confidence so shattered in the final years?

    In a way he was born at the wrong time, a modest musician overshadowed by media-savvy maestros like Bernstein and Karajan, no more capable than he but better at catching the public eye. But I’d know whose recording to pick now of a Mahler or Bruckner symphony!

  • Martin Furber says:

    A wonderful and moving tribute Norman. Tennstedt was so special. Thankfully I saw him a great many times in the U.K. with the LPO. Everything he conducted he made his own yet always let the composer shine through. His Mahler was unsurpassable (I heard all his London Mahler performances) and if his studio recordings don’t quite do him justice those films and CDs of live concerts move me to tears every time. He lived and breathed this Mahler’s music. As I approach my 70th birthday I look back at those conductors I saw give concerts and who, through my 50 odd years of concert going, stood head and baton above the rest – Bernstein, Abbado, Colin Davis, Baribrolli (Kleiber of course, though I only saw his Domigo/Otello) – but I would also include Constantin Silvestrii, a remarkable musician who, if he had not died too soon, would surely be included with the greats. But it is Tennstedt I miss most. No conductor alive today affects me as deeply as he did.

  • Julian Reynolds says:

    Yes, I vividly remember a Brucker IV which Tennnstedt conducted in Leeds ( 1977-78) with LSO.

  • Sue says:

    Tennstedt interests me very much, the more so because he was so actively admired by Carlos Kleiber!! But one thing is inaccurate in that tribute; Klaus Tennstedt was asked in a 1991 BBC “Desert Island Discs” program on the BBC about whether there was anything else in life for him apart from music and he enthusiastically answered, “Oh yes, of course; books, art, films etc.”. He was quite firm about the fact that he had a number of other interests. So, it’s not my belief that ‘if he couldn’t conduct he didn’t want to live”. I believe that statement to be melodrama.

  • V. Lind says:

    The reason I joined this blog was because you were a devotee of Tennstedt.

  • David Taylor says:

    I shall always treasure my memories of performances with Tennstedt. My first performance was as mandolinist in the Mahler 7th Symphony with the Cleveland Orchestra in the mid 70’s. He seated me right in front of him, and having little to play I had the great privilege of just sitting there and watching him conduct that great orchestra while sitting in the infield. It was amazing! Then again several times with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra as Assistant Concertmaster I remember his performances of the Bruckner 7th, 4th and 8th Symphonies, and Mahler’s 1st. They remain the most idiomatic and satisfying performances of Mahler and Bruckner I have ever been part of, and that includes working with Solti and Abbado and many others. In that repertoire he was without peer. I miss him terribly. One pregnant memory: even in the early morning he wreaked of two smells simultaneously . . . booze and aftershave. . the latter an attempt to cover the former!

    • Steve P says:

      Listening to his Mahler 2 with LPO right now. Always liked the word “visceral” when reading about a performance review; this one seems to qualify.
      And thanks to Mr. Taylor (above) for his candid insights. Glad you had a chance to know this genius, NL.

  • Anthony Boatman says:

    The first time I saw Klaus Tennstedt conduct was during his time with the Minnesota Orchestra, also the first (and last) time I heard Mahler’s Seventh Symphony in concert. He was in total control of this bizarre work, dipping and swaying on the podium like a cross between a crane and a ballerina.

    • Christopher Herlinger says:

      I, too, heard Tennstedt in Minneapolis, but in Mahler’s Third. Audience and musicians alike were all elevated.

    • Don Ciccio says:

      Yes, the Minnesota Orchestra had the opportunity to nominate Tennstedt as their Music Director, but chose instead Neville Marriner betting on his recording contract. As it happens, Marriner did not record a lot in Minnesota.

      This was not their first blunder. Earlier last century, the orchestra had to choose between Bruno Walter and Henri Verbrugghen as their principal conductor. It chose Verbrugghen!

    • Deborah says:

      I was fortunate to play that Mahler 7th performance with Klaus. I will never forget my musical experiences with him during the 3 seasons that he was our principal guest conductor. Ironically, we are currently recording Mahler 7th with Osmo Vanska. We are a technically a much better orchestra under his direction but I miss Klaus’ willingness to trust the music and the musicians to create magic.

  • Anton Bruckner says:

    Saw him conduct the LPO end of 1991 or 1992 in a Beethoven program of symphonies 5 and 6. One of the giants.

  • David says:

    I wish his NY Phil live Mahler 9th from 1982 were available.