Sunday, September 20, 2015
A day spent listening to Liszt - a composer I've never had much time for (the usual prejudices).
However, today - a revelation. First, Argerich playing the first Piano Concerto (conductor: Abbado) & then Grimaud for the Piano Sonata in B minor. Both stunning.
The Sonata, in particular, is ear-opening & jaw-dropping: for all its scored permanence it sounds improvised. Inviting ridicule, I am reminded of Keith Jarrett's extended pieces - Bremen, Lausanne, the Köln Concert above all (the wild dynamics, the sudden shifts of mood, the percussive attack & massing of sonorities). Several times I was expecting Grimaud to start yelping & crooning.
A piano being activated, explored, pummelled & caressed.
& then those last bars & the final chords. Messiaen! The 20th Century rings the door bell.
. rrh'isOIV ... a wasp just buzzed in through the Velux & went scrabbling across the desk & keyboard ... now up & ...