Pogorelich at the NCH
Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 7:46 pm
Did anybody go to see Ivo Pogorelich at the NCH last night? Personally speaking, I thought it was the most extraordinary concert I have ever attended.
On the programme was Chopin's Nocturne No. 2 and Piano Sonata No. 3, Liszt's Mephisto Waltz No.1, one of Brahms's Intermezzi, Sibelius's Valse Triste and
Ravel's Gaspard de la Nuit.
Now, I know and love each one of these pieces but I have never heard them performed like this before. From the first few notes, you could tell that
something special was happening. Each of these pieces was broken down into their constituent parts and re-composed into something new and wholly
original. The first thing to strike you was the very slow tempi that Pogoreich used. This was dislocating initially but one soon adjusted. The next
thing was the sheer force of his playing which necessitated a visit by the piano tuner at the interval. Finally, the interpretations themselves were
revelatory and makes one realise just how many so-called "great" pianists utilise their virtuosity simply to coast through standard repertoire fare.
These were performances of great insight which demonstrated not only an innate knowledge of the works at hand but also a willingness to look deep beneath
the surface and probe the depths of this great music. By stripping down the music to its bare essentials, Pogorelich forced us to look at each work anew
and made us feel how the music must have felt for the very first time under the composer's fingertips. Too often we hear Chopin played sweetly, the
pianist's fingers barely penetrating the surface beauty, but this was something different. I believe Robert Schumann was the first to recognise the
dissonances inherent in Chopin's music and he referred in particular to the "cannon concealed amid blossoms". The dissonant cannon fire was on full
display last night throughout a performance of Chopin's 3rd Piano Sonata that was continually rippling with modernist undercurrents of unease yet
was undeniably thought-provoking.
This was followed by a performance of Liszt's 1st Mephisto Waltz (originally, all four were scheduled but only the first was played). It goes without
saying that the virtuoso difficulties of this nightmarish piece were traversed with the greatest of ease by Pogorelich but such was the tenor of the
performance that one was simply overwhelmed by the the sheer primal force of Pogorelich's playing. Not since Cziffra has anybody penetrated the depths of
this music so acutely.
Following the interval were simply beautiful performances of a Brahms Intermezzo (I don't know which one - it wasn't on the original concert programme)
and Sibelius's underplayed piano reduction of Valse Triste. Here, one could sense Pogorelich contemplating the emotional import of each note before striking (and
releasing) the keys, continually thinking through his interpretations.
Finally, there was Ravel's Gaspard de la Nuit which was simply staggering and the single greatest performance I have ever witnessed as well as the finest
version I have ever heard of this masterpiece (surpassing Martha Argerich's benchmark version). Words really do fail me as I try to think back and
articulate what an overwhelming experience this was for me. Many people speak of the beauty of Ravel's music, but that beauty hides a multitude of
emotional and musical dissonances that many pianists choose to ignore. Not so tonight as Pogorelich grabbed us physically and dragged us through an
astonishing bravura display that was monumental in its cumulative emotional force but also its sheer bravery. I say, "bravery", because it really was a
nakedly emotional performance of a type that one rarely witnesses. Frightening in its primal force, but also daring in its continual interrogation of the
text and the challenging questions that performances like this ask of its audience. Do we want to be titillated by virtuoso displays (which, remember,
can suffice very easily as background music) of keyboard prowess or do we want to be burnt by a performance that brings us closer than ever to the
composer's state of mind at the moment of inception?
Please forgive the length of this mini-review but last night was a shattering experience for me and I just wanted to put these feelings into words.
On the programme was Chopin's Nocturne No. 2 and Piano Sonata No. 3, Liszt's Mephisto Waltz No.1, one of Brahms's Intermezzi, Sibelius's Valse Triste and
Ravel's Gaspard de la Nuit.
Now, I know and love each one of these pieces but I have never heard them performed like this before. From the first few notes, you could tell that
something special was happening. Each of these pieces was broken down into their constituent parts and re-composed into something new and wholly
original. The first thing to strike you was the very slow tempi that Pogoreich used. This was dislocating initially but one soon adjusted. The next
thing was the sheer force of his playing which necessitated a visit by the piano tuner at the interval. Finally, the interpretations themselves were
revelatory and makes one realise just how many so-called "great" pianists utilise their virtuosity simply to coast through standard repertoire fare.
These were performances of great insight which demonstrated not only an innate knowledge of the works at hand but also a willingness to look deep beneath
the surface and probe the depths of this great music. By stripping down the music to its bare essentials, Pogorelich forced us to look at each work anew
and made us feel how the music must have felt for the very first time under the composer's fingertips. Too often we hear Chopin played sweetly, the
pianist's fingers barely penetrating the surface beauty, but this was something different. I believe Robert Schumann was the first to recognise the
dissonances inherent in Chopin's music and he referred in particular to the "cannon concealed amid blossoms". The dissonant cannon fire was on full
display last night throughout a performance of Chopin's 3rd Piano Sonata that was continually rippling with modernist undercurrents of unease yet
was undeniably thought-provoking.
This was followed by a performance of Liszt's 1st Mephisto Waltz (originally, all four were scheduled but only the first was played). It goes without
saying that the virtuoso difficulties of this nightmarish piece were traversed with the greatest of ease by Pogorelich but such was the tenor of the
performance that one was simply overwhelmed by the the sheer primal force of Pogorelich's playing. Not since Cziffra has anybody penetrated the depths of
this music so acutely.
Following the interval were simply beautiful performances of a Brahms Intermezzo (I don't know which one - it wasn't on the original concert programme)
and Sibelius's underplayed piano reduction of Valse Triste. Here, one could sense Pogorelich contemplating the emotional import of each note before striking (and
releasing) the keys, continually thinking through his interpretations.
Finally, there was Ravel's Gaspard de la Nuit which was simply staggering and the single greatest performance I have ever witnessed as well as the finest
version I have ever heard of this masterpiece (surpassing Martha Argerich's benchmark version). Words really do fail me as I try to think back and
articulate what an overwhelming experience this was for me. Many people speak of the beauty of Ravel's music, but that beauty hides a multitude of
emotional and musical dissonances that many pianists choose to ignore. Not so tonight as Pogorelich grabbed us physically and dragged us through an
astonishing bravura display that was monumental in its cumulative emotional force but also its sheer bravery. I say, "bravery", because it really was a
nakedly emotional performance of a type that one rarely witnesses. Frightening in its primal force, but also daring in its continual interrogation of the
text and the challenging questions that performances like this ask of its audience. Do we want to be titillated by virtuoso displays (which, remember,
can suffice very easily as background music) of keyboard prowess or do we want to be burnt by a performance that brings us closer than ever to the
composer's state of mind at the moment of inception?
Please forgive the length of this mini-review but last night was a shattering experience for me and I just wanted to put these feelings into words.