Dieses Konzert bildet den zweiten Teil der am 25.10.1906 begonnenen Gedächtnisfeier (°).

Besprechung des gestrigen Konzerts mit der 3. Symphonie in The Manchester Guardian Nr. 18895 auf S. 6, signiert "S. L.":

"                  THE HALLÉ CONCERTS.

                              PROGRAMME.

Symphony No. 3, in D minor . . . . . . Bruckner

[...]

     Dr. Richter did a great stroke for the appreciation of Bruckner's music in Manchester by giving such a fine performance of his D minor Symphony last night. The hardest part of the battle for Bruckner's music has now been won. In future he will be listened to not only with respect but with interest and enjoyment. It must be admitted that Bruckners asks a great deal of us. His music forces us to ask ourselves awkward questions about the relation of art to life. Is it enough that art should be authentic, a mere piece out of life? Or should it be packed and pithy, as if it were somehow the essence of life? If authenticity is all, then art is set up in opposition to life, and when we study another man's art we give an eye for an eye, and exchange so much of our life for much of his. If this is all the significance of art, then they perhaps are right who rebel against the exchange. No one will doubt the authenticity of a Bruckner symphony. Those long, breathing, slowly developing melodies, just consciously stirred with what we might call the itch of life–we recognise them as something like our own subconscious bovinity. We can no more criticise them than we could criticise our feelings under a long summer's day. We can endure them, have patience with them, even enjoy them if we yield ourselves up to them, just as we can enjoy a day in the sun. In all Bruckner's spaciousness there is, at any rate, this truth–that art is not in a hurry. Impatience is, after all, the great obstacle to the appreciation of art; whoever listens impatiently will certainly fail to understand Bruckner. Doubtless the symphony will grow in expressiveness as it becomes known. Some of the involved parts sounded a little murky and inharmonious last night, but as the players find out the right balance of the notes and are able to give the discords their full richness all this will disappear. All that we ask for is that we may hear more of this man's music, for if this D minor Symphony is typical of the rest, the nine symphonies must be a world of music in themselves.

     In nothing is the progress of the band under Dr. Richter more noticeable than in the brightening up of Smetana's and Dvorak's symphonic poems. [... "Moldau", "Peer Gynt", Carreno mit Beethoven etc. ...]          S. L." (°°).