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.
P.S. to previous post ... .... the 'formula' was in no way meant to imply any criticism of Dusapin's music. Quite the contra...