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On the 25th anniversary of the death of the great American pianist Joseph Villa, I am creating this page dedicated to him and his artistry. The passing of this great pianist on April 13, 1995 at the age of 46 as a result of AIDS-related complications was a tragic loss to the musical world. A level of recognition worthy of Villa’s prodigious musical abilities had eluded him, and he was mostly admired by some of the cognoscenti of the piano and a handful of famous musicians such as Alicia de Larrocha (who attempted to help him get more bookings) and Jessye Norman (who had Villa play at the opening of the concert venue in her home and on other occasions – one of which he left the hospital in order to play). My own introduction to Villa – both as a pianist and as a person – had a huge impact on me at a formative time in my exploration of great piano playing.

In 1991, I received a cassette from Gregor Benko, founding president of the International Piano Archives. On the one side was a recording I had been expecting with great anticipation: the great Josef Hofmann performing the Beethoven ‘Emperor’ Concerto with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra in the 1930s, at that time only available on an expensive multi-disc set available from the orchestra and never otherwise made available. The other side of the cassette had a live recording made in 1991 of Rachmaninoff’s Second Sonata played by a pianist unknown to me called Joseph Villa. I had never connected with that work and had never heard of the pianist, and while I had hoped for something historic in nature, I thought it must obviously be interesting playing if Gregor had seen fit to include it on this cassette. I had no idea what I was getting into.

I listened to the tape and didn’t quite know what to make of the music (it wasn’t one of my favourite works at that early stage in my exploration of piano recordings) but it became clear as I listened that this was some stupendous playing. I found myself unable to multi-task as I listened, as the playing was so magnetic, intense, and intoxicating – I could barely grasp what was happening, but I knew that it was something extraordinary. The faded, muddled recording had been made at a concert held on a barge off the Brooklyn Bridge by someone who had had the foresight to set up a microphone with a Walkman and captured a performance that might have disappeared into the ethers. Instead it opened up the world of a pianist who might have continued to be even more unknown to the musical world than he already was.

I listened dozens of times to the tape, poring over nuances that seemed impossible to achieve by hand. I was reminded of Dinu Lipatti’s incredible glissandi in ‘Alborada del Gracioso’…there were technical feats in this live Villa performance that made the hair on my neck stand on end. He could hold a melodic note as a flurry of other notes cascaded downwards, and a few moments later tie that note over to the last note in that flurry without breaking the line of the melody or the filigree passagework (5:52 to 5:56). Like Lipatti, Villa was capable of phrasing a note so that it fit into both the accompaniment and the main melodic line, so that you could hear its simultaneous function (4:09 to 4:12, among others). He could highlight the palpable difference in vibration between different chords, and handled harmonic shifts with uncanny timing and nuancing (3:49 to 4:05). His accenting was phenomenal, with an ability to provide a subito that did not break the line (7:24). He not only had a comprehensive architectural overview of the work, but had technique to achieve what seemed impossible and yet which might easily go unrecognized by the listener (the descending 6-note motif is consistently voiced throughout the work). And then there is that volcanic sound, discernible even through the less-than-perfect of the amateur recording.

Fortunately this performance the Rachmaninoff Second Sonata has been on YouTube for a decade, whereas during Villa’s lifetime actual cassettes needed to be mailed from person to person to be able to access this amazing performance, and as a result his name and this incredible performance are now better known by a wider range of piano lovers than was the case during his lifetime. I have now uploaded a transfer of the cassette that Joseph himself made me so that the sound quality is rather improved. This is certainly a reading that is not for the faint of heart: it is an intense piece of music and the performance is of incredibly raw emotional expressiveness and probing musical depth, and the sound is not ideal, but it is eminently worth examining if you are a fan of the piano. Of the thousands of hours of piano recordings that I possess, this is one of the few that amazes me time and time again – supreme playing of a musician of the highest order, in my opinion one of the greatest piano recordings ever made.

 

 

After listening to the cassette a few times, I excitedly called up Gregor, who raved about Joseph’s playing, stating that he was one of the greatest Liszt pianists ever and was languishing without a career, despite the adoration of luminaries like Alicia de Larrocha and Jessye Norman. I couldn’t understand how such an incredible musician, a real throwback to the ‘golden age’ of pianism, could be unknown – it simply didn’t compute.

Within a year – May 1992, to be precise – I made a visit to New York and Gregor arranged for me to meet Joseph. I went to his apartment, around the corner from where David Letterman’s late night show was filmed, and was greeted by Joseph with a very warm but calm demeanour, and welcomed into a small living room in which a piano was in prime position in front of the seating. The details about the specifics of the conversation are hazy – this is almost 30 years ago – but I recall that we talked a lot about interpretation and performance, and about his performance of the Rachmaninoff Second Sonata. He had learned the work for a concert for Bargemusic, an organization that presented small concerts – a stupid move, he said, since the work was fiendishly difficult and he was only going to play it three times. He had also researched the various editions of the work and sought to find the best approach to the work, eventually arriving at the same conclusions as Horowitz, and hoped that people wouldn’t think he just copied Horowitz because he hadn’t.

We talked about many pianists and saw eye-to-eye (or heard ear-to-ear?) on all the greats. We had a moment listening to Lipatti where I became aware of his ear for detail and our aligned points of view. There is one spot in the live recording of Chopin’s First Concerto where Lipatti accents the offbeat in a bar featuring a massive run of notes, an unusual effect; we were listening to this passage, and immediately after that nuance, Villa turned to me and said “Ooooh, niiiice…”. No one I had played this recording for had ever shown that they recognized that particular effect that Lipatti achieved. Villa’s playing was full of that attention to detail, but was more wildly passionate than Lipatti’s more controlled approach. He had a combination of Lipatti’s architectural overview, Hofmann’s explosiveness, Friedman’s singing line…the comparisons could go on, but essentially he was unique interpreter with the individuality and manifold pianistic qualities that one heard amongst the legendary pianists of the past.

Fortunately I had the opportunity to hear Joseph at the Bargemusic concert being held during my visit to the city, but he played no solo music at that performance, only chamber music. His playing was of course wonderful but the chamber music did not provide the full opportunity for his titanic pianism to shine. This had been the same Barge where that incredible concert had taken place. How I wished I could have traveled back in time.

We got together another couple of times that visit: once to visit the Frick Collection together with his partner Steven, an occasion when I got to witness more of Villa’s attention to detail, and upon my departure (by car) back to Montreal when he came to say goodbye – I know we took a group photo at the time but I haven’t been able to find it. Every year until he died, he sent me a Christmas card and the occasional note while I was living in Tokyo, and Benko had him sign Bargemusic concert programs for me when he attended. I had another opportunity to visit him in New York – I believe in the Spring of 1994 – along with a Finnish collector friend who was visiting the city at the same time, and we both paid him a visit; once again, generosity in spirit and elegance in demeanour. Alas, once again he resisted our gentle suggestions that perhaps he would consider preparing the Liszt Sonata, which surely would have been an interpretation for the ages; being rather young and not knowing him well enough, it was not a point that we would press (we knew others had raised it with him and simply hoped that if a few more made the suggestion, he might consider it) … the fact that he never played or recorded it is a significant loss to posterity.

Joseph died of AIDS-related complications not long after that last visit I made to New York, on April 13th, 1995, at the age of 46 (his New York Times Obituary is still online). Stephen Hough wrote a beautiful tribute to him on his website and has continued to speak of Joseph in glowing terms – the two artists can be seen at a dinner in the photo on the left.

Given the dearth of the artist’s representation, I am creating this page of YouTube uploads of concert and studio recordings – both audio and film – as well as audio programs devoted to the pianist as a reference point for those who wish to appreciate the artistry of this incredible musician.

First off, here is dedicated feature podcast-style episode that I produced in honour of Joseph, telling in more detail some of what is above, interspersed with some recordings:

 

 

And an episode of The Music Treasury on KZSU Stanford in which host Gary Lemco and I presented Villa recordings and discussed his playing. While I’d made a number of appearances on Lemco’s program by telephone, on this occasion I was in the studio in person and can attest to the host’s visceral response to Villa’s playing: he had never heard the pianist play before and on several occasions while the music was airing, he would shiver and occasionally almost jump out of his seat in amazement at the sheer power and musical depth of Villa’s pianism.

 

While the Thursday night performance of the Rachmaninoff Sonata No.2 from Bargemusic – on April 25, 1991 – has reached legendary status, it was as I stated one of three performances. The Sunday afternoon concert performance of April 28, 1991 was captured by Ray Edwards, then manager of the classical department of Tower Records in New York. He had heard talk of Villa’s glorious traversal of the work a few days earlier and set up some better equipment to capture the Sunday afternoon performance. I recall listening to a few moments of this reading with Joseph himself when I visited him in 1992 – when we heard more audience noise, he commented, ‘It was the Bloody Mary Sunday crowd’ – and while he admitted that it was not as volcanic or ‘together’ an interpretation as the Thursday night reading (which was his first public performance of the work), there is certainly some outstanding pianism to be heard, and the sound quality, while still distant, captures more of Villa’s glorious piano tone than the more known recording. This performance overall features a broader, more expansively phrased lyricism than the one from a few days previously while still featuring stunning feats of virtuosity, magnificently coordinated voicing, and incredibly impassioned pianism.

 

Villa had a particular affinity for the music of Scriabin, recording two CDs of the composer’s music for the Dante label in France (he ended up being very disappointed by how things were managed by the label – I don’t recall the details but I remember him being quite incensed about how things had transpired). The recordings (at least for some of the performances – including the one below) were made in a small church in upstate New York at night. When he was playing this mystical ‘White Mass’ Sonata, there was reported a certain “charged” feel to the atmosphere in the church that evening, and toward the end of the recording of the Sonata, lights did flickered quite mysteriously, spooking the technicians, but in a strange way reassuring Joseph of a job well done.

 

Joseph sent me two cassettes of concert recordings, all of which I have uploaded to YouTube, this among them. One of the performances that I remember him being very happy with was a July 1990 performance of the Tchaikovsky Piano Trio in A Minor, together with William Preucil on violin and John Sharp on cello. In this excellent fidelity radio recording, we can hear all musicians’ tone with great clarity, as well as the remarkable synergy between the three musicians, and this reading showcases Villa’s rich, full-bodied tone, impassioned musicianship, and lyrical phrasing.

 

Concerto performances of Villa were rare – he was simply not well enough known to be regularly booked for such events – though he did give a few and there are some stupendous recordings. Two captured on tape were given to me by the pianist himself, one of them a titanic performance of Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No.1. Although this too is an amateur recording made from the audience, it captures the excitement and musicality of Villa’s thrilling playing, with stunning runs, massive dynamic range, and impassioned phrasing. Villa was delighted with this particular performance and I am delighted to have been able to share it to YouTube:

 

The other concerto recording that Villa gave me on cassette is an April 24, 1984 concert performance of Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto No.1 Op.23 with the Berkshire Symphony Orchestra conducted by Julius Hegyi. Again, the sound is not that of a professional recording – it was made from the audience – but the pianism is phenomenal, with his massive dynamic range, lushly Romantic phrasing, attentive voicing, rhythmic propulsion, daring tempi, and staggering technical proficiency all in full abundance.

 

And now we have at last the opportunity to see Villa in filmed performance, with the first ever availability of some terrific performances. First is a 1984 concert of Joseph Villa playing Chopin’s F Minor Concerto Op.21 with the Youngstown Symphony Orchestra, with Peter Leonard conducting. Villa was booked the night before the performance to fill in for a major pianist (one friend of the artist believes it was Claudio Arrau) and he gives an absolutely stupendous performance, demonstrating the musical gifts that were hallmarks of his pianism: a rich tonal palette, refined nuancing, and remarkable dexterity, his technical proficiency fully at the service of the music.

 

Next are two filmed performances of Villa playing Liszt, from a June 21, 1990 concert at the La Festival de la Grange de Meslay in Tours, France, on June 21, 1990, which was also La Fête de la Musique in Europe, the first day of summer. In these two superb readings (more was played, I’m not sure how much more was filmed) before an audience of about a thousand, we hear Villa’s marvellous combination of refined nuancing and heroic intensity, with a wide dynamic range, impressive array of tonal colours, natural timing, and declamatory phrasing. Apparently, during the performance, the lower portion of his thumb near the palm on the left-hand went numb; Villa continued his performance and described it as playing the last quarter on “auto-pilot” with a hand nearly paralyzed, yet there were no signs to anyone in attendance that anything was amiss. First here is a performance of the Invocation, S.172c:

 

Then is a glorious and heroic traversal of a work that he played regularly, Harmonies du soir – a work that he played in concert for the bulk of his career and t0 which he brought his very personal combination of depth and passion:

 

There are more performances of Villa that are available on YouTube and well worth exploring, and other unpublished recordings have not yet been made available. Fortunately, unlike the time when I first encountered his playing and met him, technology now allows for the wider public to be able to easily access this artist’s performances and experience directly the incredible power of his music-making. Long may his artistry be appreciated and remembered, and serve as inspiration.

 

 

 

 

Our perceptions of many artists are formed by the recordings we’ve heard, biographical details that have been publicized, and photographs that we’ve seen – and as always, while these can give us a snapshot of who someone was, these are always but a fraction of who they truly were. When it comes to the great British pianist Dame Myra Hess, two points are among the most shared: her wartime concert series at the National Gallery in London and her arrangement of Bach’s beloved chorale prelude Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring. Her thoroughly brilliant idea to create daytime concerts at the National Gallery did a great deal to raise the spirits of the general public in war-torn England, endearing her to people of every demographic. One oft-repeated tale illustrates how wide a public she reached: a man sharing a train with a soldier whistling the Jesu, Joy chorale asked if he enjoyed Bach’s music, to which the soldier replied, “That’s not Bach, that’s Myra Hess.”

Early years

Julia Myra Hess was born into an Orthodox Jewish family in the Hampstead area of London on February 25, 1890. The youngest of four children, she first piano lessons took place at the age of five and she went on to enter the Guildhall School of Music and in the autumn of 1903 won a scholarship to the Royal Academy of Music, where she would study under the legendary British pedagogue Tobias Matthay. She had two lessons a week with ‘Uncle Tobs,’ who also taught her childhood friend Irene Scharrer (who was not, as has been reported Hess’s cousin).

Her official debut (which she funded herself) took place on November 14, 1907 at Queen’s Hall: she played Beethoven’s Piano Concerto No.4 and Saint-Saëns’s Piano Concerto No.4 with conductor Thomas Beecham (then aged only 29), in addition to a group of solos. Beecham was still not well known, and Matthay wrote to Myra, “Who is this fellow Beecham? If he doesn’t accompany properly, I shall come and do it myself.” The performance was well received and her solo debut followed soon after, a January 1908 recital at Aeolian Hall, where an audience of 312 was serenaded by her performances of Schubert’s Wanderer Fantasie, Franck’s Prelude, Chorale, and Fugue, the Bach-D’Albert Organ Prelude and Fugue in D Major, and pieces by Brahms, Chopin, and Matthay.

American success

Hess would build her career and become a major international artist, going to America virtually every year from 1922 with the exception of the war years. Her first performance took place in New York five days before her Aeolian Hall recital of January 17, 1922, a preview ‘intimate recital’ was to introduce her to local managers and concert society directors. Alas, only 66 people showed up for the actual debut (the capacity was 1200), which was apparently normal for newcomers, but the reviews were wonderful, the Tribune review stating that

She is every inch an artist; every fibre in her comely and well poised body is musical. Her knowledge, instincts, technical skill are of the highest order. She possesses not only fancy but the higher gift which is imagination. Her expositions are not merely intellectual, they are poetical also. The book of music is open to her.

Hess would become a local favourite in a short period of time, touring widely in both recital and concerto appearances. During her 1937 tour to the US, she gave a broadcast on March 7 on the Ford Sunday Evening Hour in which she played the first movement of the Grieg Piano Concerto, two Chopin Etudes, and a Bach Gigue. When in discussions to finalize the terms of the broadcast, the pianist was offered the sum of $3000. She was stunned that the fee should be so high, and said “Why, that’s ridiculous!” Misinterpreting the tone of her surprise, the agent responded, “All right, then. Make it $4000!”

After a challenging rehearsal, the broadcast itself almost turned into a disaster. Hess had booked an elegant hotel room thanks to her high fee, but the door to her suite got jammed. She eventually got out and made it to the hall on time, and was seated on a chair on the stage while the first work on the programme was played. As she started to walk across the stage for her appearance, the tympani roll of the opening of the Grieg Concerto started – evidently conductor Victor Kolar had not waited for her to get to the piano – and she is said to have made ‘a running dive for the keyboard,’ managing to get there just in time to play the opening chords. All things considered, it’s remarkable how well she played! Most of the works in this broadcast are not in her commercial discography: while she had recorded the Schumann Concerto (twice), she never set down the Grieg with which it is so often paired, and there are no Chopin Etudes amongst her studio recordings either.

The National Gallery Concerts

Hess is particularly remembered today for having created a series of concerts Wartime concerts at the National Gallery in London “to give spiritual solace to those who are giving all to combat the evil.” The first concert was 10 October 1939, a piano recital by Hess herself (“in case the whole thing is a flop”) and over the following six and a half years (they continued after the war while the country continued to heal), there were 1,968 concerts seen by 824,152 people; Hess personally played in 150. Each artist, regardless of status, was paid 5 guineas. 

Hess put her listeners at ease and the experience did the same for her – so much so that she allowed herself to break from convention by using scores rather than playing from memory. While she usually had a photographic memory – to the degree that she would actually see the notes on the printed page in her mind – under times of stress, this was naturally compromised: “We’ve trained the public to think we’re infallible when there are… days when some of us can’t remember our own telephone numbers.” She additionally created a more informal atmosphere by speaking directly to the audience between works: she would ask if they were comfortable, invite them to have a good cough before she began the net work, or even acknowledge that she’d lost a sheet of music before stopping playing to search for it on the floor.

Hess played with remarkable calm even in the most arduous circumstances. At her July 21, 1943 recital she was playing the Schubert Impromptu in B-Flat Major D.935 when she heard a bomb approaching. “I made a tremendous crescendo to cover the noise of the bomb as it flew over the gallery, and as it passed over, an equally unauthentic diminuendo. The amusing thing was that the crescendo synchronized so completely with the horrible noise overhead that no one was conscious of what I had done” – though she added that if anyone had walked in in the middle, they’d have thought she was playing the Brahms B-Flat Concerto!

This video excerpt captures some of Hess’s playing during a National Gallery performance of a Mozart Concerto, plus an excerpt of the first movement of Beethoven’s Appassionata Sonata (would that the whole thing were released!)

Postwar Accolades

Hess had been made a Dame Commander of the Order of the British Empire by King George VI in 1941 (she had been made CBE in 1936). After the war, she was given an honourary degree at the University of Manchester for her having ensured that ‘among this people, the sound of music should never be silenced by the din of war,’ and she was further celebrated at a gala evening held at the Savoy Hotel in London on June 14. She then resumed touring both Europe and North America to continued acclaim.

On her return to New York, she gave a November 24, 1946 concert of Beethoven’s Piano Concerto No.3 with Arturo Toscanini conducting the NBC Symphony Orchestra. Hess had originally been engaged to play the Emperor but found the conductor’s tempi at the first rehearsal two days before the concert were so quick that she discreetly suggested that they play the C Minor instead (“everyone plays the Emperor…,” she told him). Despite the program having already been announced (and it being so soon before the performance!), he agreed – and while his tempi are brisk in this account too, it was much more manageable for the soloist.

At the second rehearsal, Toscanini – conducting from memory – brought the orchestra in four measures too early during the piano’s solo introduction in the slow movement. Hess wasn’t sure how to broach the subject with the fiery maestro but was her usual charming self. The melody played by the piano in two of the measures accidentally cut by Toscanini is very similar to a song sung by the title character in Gounod’s Faust, so she asked the conductor in a sweet tone of voice, “Maestro, when we play tomorrow night you will let me sing my ‘Salve! Dimora caste e pura,’ won’t you?” The conductor looked stunned and then burst out laughing … but then went into a nervous state as he realized his error and how he did not meet his own standards (“I say terrible things about other conductors but I cannot conduct myself!”).

During the concert itself, Toscanini adopted Hess’s tempo for this movement, slower than the one in his performance 2 years earlier with Arthur Rubinstein – a true sign of the esteem in which he held Dame Hess.

Hess continued touring in addition to producing more recordings in the 1950s – a process that did not delight her. She hated the red light and felt that the lack of an audience limited her ability to communicate the best of her ability. This might appear stunning to those of us who know Hess through these recordings, including glorious readings of Beethoven’s Op.109 and Op.110 (under pressure, she her Carnaval and 109 “weren’t that bad.”)

Precarious health

Unfortunately, Hess had health issues that would deteriorate and put an end to her performing career. Having suffered a heart attack in 1960, Hess saw things only get worse on her tour of America the following year: from the very beginning, she suffered headaches on the boat crossing that dampened her mood significantly and rendered her incapable of working. Bruce Hungerford stated that she complained of stiffness and numbness in her left arm and hand while practicing prior to her New York recital. Headaches continued and her technical certainty waned, the recital suffering from some issues with coordination. She then had a cerebral thrombosis while at her hotel but the gravity of her condition was kept under wraps, being described publicly as an attack of the flu. Brain surgery was suggested but rejected, and Hess was confined to dark quarters from February through March, finally being well enough to sail home in April.

Her final public appearance was an October 1961 performance at the Royal Festival Hall of Mozart’s A Major Concerto K.488 with Sir Adrian Boult conducting. For years, Hess had resisted the idea that Mozart had expected the soloist to fill in the blanks left by large intervals; after discussions with Howard Ferguson in the 1940s, she did so in many cases, but not in the slow movement of this concerto. (Ferguson had said, “If you are doubtful about the additions don’t do them, for in that case they’ll never sound convincing.”) On this occasion, however, she used additions provided by Denis Matthews in the Adagio, and the effect is absolutely revelatory – all the more poignant given that this was to be her last concert.

In this interview recorded two years before she died, we can hear that she still retained her wit despite not being quite as animated as she was not long before. She shares some wonderful details about her life and views of music:

Her final years were challenging, as she lacked the energy to teach at a time when playing was no longer possible; she told visiting doctors that she was so miserable that she wanted to die. She suffered from worsening rheumatism and friends believed that some brain damage from the stroke might have caused changes in character. Her condition progressively worsened and she died at home on November 25, 1965 at the age of 75.

Recorded Legacy

In addition to the tales of her heroic music-making, today’s piano fans know of Hess from her recordings – a significant legacy that is nevertheless but a shadow of her capabilities. With only 5 CDs’ worth of official solo and concerto recordings (there is more chamber music), the repertoire on these discs is a fraction of what she played for the public in her extensive career. She herself did not like the recording process – she dreaded the red light – and it is something for the present day listener to consider when one hears that Hess herself did not find her recordings representative of her playing, since they are considered today to be exceptional; those who heard her in concert say the same thing. Fortunately we have a significantly greater number of concert and broadcast recordings than studio accounts, which show her more in her element, although it has been said that the richness of her tone could not be faithfully captured by the microphone.

Her first recording took place in the United States: a December 1927 account of Schubert’s Trio in B-Flat D.898 with Jelly d’Arányi on violin and Felix Salmond as cellist. This spirited performance is presented here with her February 16-17, 1928 recording of Schubert’s Sonata in A Major D.664:

While Hess came to be known for the German repertoire, she had a much broader range of works in her repertoire, as evidenced by this glorious February 17, 1928 account of three works by Debussy Poissons d’or, La fille aux cheveux de lin, and Minstrels, played with gorgeous tonal colours, skillful pedalling, and refined dynamic control.

Hess recorded very little for piano and orchestra in her 30 years in the studio: two versions of the Schumann Concerto (1937 and 1952) and a 1941 Symphonic Variations of Franck, the latter seldom seldom reissued (a Mozart C Major Concerto K.467 from 1942 was unpublished until decades after her death). She not only played 21 Mozart Concertos (all at the National Gallery during the war), but all the Beethoven, both Brahms, and many others. Fortunately there are dozens of concert recordings of her in a wide array of these works, performances which can be at odds with the perception one might have of her based on her studio discs. There are two concert recordings of the Brahms D Minor Concerto that have been issued in recent years, which show the truly titanic nature of her playing – here is her 1955 New York performance with Dimitri Mitropoulos conducting:

Perhaps even more legendary than this reading is her stunning Brahms B-Flat Concerto Op.83 with Bruno Walter, from a February 11, 1951 concert, which captures her big-scale playing and full-bodied sonority to perfection.

Of course Hess was remarkably refined in her pianism as well. Unfortunately she recorded very little Chopin – only the ubiquitous Nocturne Op.15 No.2 (everyone of her generation seems to have recorded it) – but the Polish composer figured regularly in her concert repertoire. This 1948 concert recording of the Nocturne in C Minor Op.48 No.1 captures remarkably forged phrasing and sumptuous nuancing at an incredibly spacious tempo:

For all the dramatic power and refined sensitivity that Hess brought to her performances, she will forever be tied to the Bach Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring chorale that she famously arranged. She recorded it at her first solo session on January 17, 1928 and at her final session on October 12, 1957. The latter performance is presented here, together with the score of her glorious transcription, revealing her stunningly beautiful singing tone, fluid phrasing, and reverential music-making. If these three minutes were all we had of her, we would be well aware of her position in the pianistic pantheon. Fortunately, we have many hours of recordings to enjoy of this supreme artist – long may we continue to appreciate her glorious contributions to the art of music.

 

 

His Master’s Voice

Recording technology has had a profound impact on the musical world. Before we could preserve sound documents, music needed to be played and heard (ie, experienced) ‘live’, whether in the home, a salon, or a hall. The earliest recording devices were financially out of reach for most consumers and of such poor quality that they could hardly be considered a replacement for a concert experience. Things began to change as the technology improved: as music lovers could hear longer works such as sonatas, concertos, and symphonies on gramophone records and on the radio, the need to go hear great works in concert began to diminish. The setting in which music was heard was no longer necessarily where the music-making took place, the audience member no longer needing to be in the presence of the performer. One could listen in the comfort of one’s home without even seeing another person – including the musician.

In the medium’s first several decades, no editing was possible: what you heard was exactly what the artist had played. Both early cylinders and flat disc recordings were produced by a needle carving the groove that the playback needle would traverse to reproduce the performance. Commercial discs were pressed from a metal stamper that replicated the engraved ‘master’ disc and so there was no way to correct a wrong note or other inaccuracy. Each disc in the days of 78rpm records was essentially a ‘live performance’ (once that speed became the standard, each 12-inch side held 4 to 5 minutes of music), so artists would make multiple takes to produce the best one to be released (sometimes it required a dozen or so takes – sometimes just one). Audiences at the time were accustomed to the occasional wrong note, as might also be heard in a concert performance, though of course artists aimed both in the studio as well as on stage to give as accurate a reading as possible. However, at the time there was no expectation – initially at least – that pristine precision was a key component of what would be considered a worthy performance, either in concert or on record.

Increasing Permanence

Tape technology changed all of that. The methodology was initially developed in the 1930s – there are some early German tape recordings of classical musicians in concert dating back to 1937 and many more from during the war (including a 1944 stereo tape performance of Walter Gieseking playing Beethoven’s Emperor Concerto) – but the process was only more widely adopted in 1948 when Columbia produced the first LP (long-playing) records which used tape to record the initial performances; EMI began using this process more widely in 1950, having experimented with tape recording in 1949. Once this more flexible material was used and the recording session didn’t require the cutting of a master disc, there was the potential to ‘erase’ incorrect notes by splicing the tape of one take of an artist’s performance with that of another before pressing the final record. When done well, the editing process could create a seamless performance that was note-perfect; whether the resulting pastiche was musically consistent was another matter, as was whether it accurately represented a musician’s true capabilities. New York Times music critic Harold C Schonberg recounted the tale of a young pianist who in the early days of the LP was recording the Chopin Concertos but couldn’t play the entire thing without any fumbles. He was reassured that the engineers would be able to combine different attempts of the passages together and that he need not worry. When listening to the playback, the pianist turned to the conductor and said, “It’s pretty good, isn’t it?” The conductor replied, “It’s very good, my boy. Don’t you wish you could play like that?” [While this is how the story was reported by Schonberg, the work in question was actually the Franck Symphonic Variations – the pianist was Paul Badura-Skoda and the conductor was Artur Rodzinski; these artists also recorded the Chopin Concertos together.]

With this technology allowing for artists to record precise readings of large-scale works that could be listened to uninterrupted in high-fidelity sound, the recorded performance began to be seen as more of a permanent artistic statement as opposed to a kind of provisional account. Of course, there were those who were very aware that their discs might be a kind of testament to their artistry to be left for the posterity, it can be postulated that not all artists considered their discs to be as enduring as they now are and probably did not expect that they would be listened to a century or so later. Alfred Cortot set down his first account of Chopin’s Preludes in 1926, but then began to record the cycle again in 1927 (he finished this newer account in 1928 but the set was never issued). Cortot would record the works again in 1933, 1942, and 1957, most likely not expecting that earlier versions would still be sought after and listened to – certainly not almost a century later.

Sanitized Performances

I believe that the fact that Cortot began to record them again one year after his 1926 account was released suggests that perhaps he did not see his records at the time as ‘everlasting’ – which could also explain why he released records with more wrong notes than did most of his contemporaries. (It is worth noting that several great pianists have stated that Cortot’s wrong notes were better played than many pianists’ correct ones.) Today, an artist would not consider allowing a recording to be issued with even a single wrong note. Indeed, even concert recordings that are commercially released are often ‘patched up’ with takes from a follow-up session: this was the case with Horowitz’s 1965 Carnegie Hall recital (he made a fumble in the opening moments of the first work on the programme) and the practice has continued. So are you really hearing a live performance when you hear a CD of a concert performance? Not always.

Glenn Gould famously retired from the concert stage to focus on recording, with a very conscious intent to create an ‘ideal’ interpretation on records that would represent his vision of a given work. Part of his process involved using the technology to adjust levels and balances to be more to his liking than what he was producing himself. This was a sign of the artist taking the wheel of that ‘don’t you wish you could play like that’ sentiment by being part of the creative process in the studio.

The extent to which the recording process could be used to create something different than would be heard in concert was clear to me when I had the opportunity to attend a recording session of the Montreal Symphony Orchestra around 1989. I was sitting in the recording booth and while the orchestra played works by Debussy, the producer followed the score calling out the instruments that were about to enter, in response to which an engineer boosted the microphone levels for those instrument groups. I was stunned: what happened to the conductor’s role in creating a cohesive balance amongst the musicians? Furthermore, the fact that multiple sections were separately mic’ed from others meant that one would hear an overlay of these groupings rather than the blend of instruments one would hear in concert – which is how the composer had intended the music to be heard. In other words, what listeners would hear at home would in no way resemble what would be heard in the hall. Modern recordings, in their quest for a ‘clean’ and ‘perfect’ reading, were creating something completely different than what a pair of human ears would pick up in a live performance.

Where To Listen?

If recordings could be so clean as to be note-perfect and sonically beyond reproach – both to a degree that one would likely not experience in a live performance – does it not follow that the concert hall might seem less attractive to some music lovers? What with having to dress for the occasion, get to the hall and deal with parking, tolerate people who might cough or unwrap candies during performances, with only top-tier tickets providing a decent view of the performer(s) … doesn’t listening in the comfort of one’s own home seems much more inviting? Particularly as technology improved and one could hear with a level of precision far beyond what could be heard in the hall, the home listening experience became very appealing. But it also created in listeners an unrealistic expectation of what a musical performance truly is.

There is something far more problematic with how recordings impacted the live music experience: the audience-performer relationship is out of the equation when hearing a recording, the emphasis being on listening to a performance but not being part of an experience that is shared in time and space with both the musician(s) and others in the audience. At home, you listen in a space different from that where the musician gave their performance, as well as at a different time. While I am of course, given my interest in historical recordings, delighted that we can listen to musicians of the past who we could not have heard in the concert hall because of our disparate timelines, there is no doubt that the habit of listening at home can create a different perception of the musical performance experience, separate from a particular set and setting. Additionally, a level of anonymity became part of the dynamic of listening to great music: listeners did not see a musician in front of them and in fact need not even know what they looked like. Listening to music at home, one could do what one wanted while the commodity of music was presented in the background, as opposed to being front-and-centre in your experience.

It is apparently for this reason that Rachmaninoff refused to allow his live concerts to be broadcast. Stating that the radio “makes listening to music too comfortable,” Rachmaninoff believed that “to appreciate good music, one must be mentally alert and emotionally receptive. You can’t be that when you are sitting at home with your feet on a chair.” He added another factor which is particularly important and frequently overlooked: “An artist’s performance depends so much on his audience that I cannot imagine even playing without one.” Despite the massive fees he was offered – and he made a fortune as a soloist already – Rachmaninoff refused to appear on the radio, refusing to play New York Philharmonic concerts on Sundays, the day they were broadcast. His contracts stated that if on any occasion a concert would be broadcast, the radio stations were to air his 1929 commercial recording of his 2nd Concerto during his performance. (One concert in which he played that was actually broadcast was the Sir Henry Wood 50th Anniversary of the Proms concert in 1938: however, they arranged the programme such that the concert opened with Rachmaninoff playing his C Minor Concerto so that the broadcast could begin after his live performance. He had refused the offer of an enormous sum for his performance to be transmitted over the airwaves.)

 

In The Moment

That Rachmaninoff should feel so strongly about not playing live while others listened ‘comfortably’ raises the question of how he reconciled this position with his extensive catalogue of commercial recordings. This has been the subject of discussion for decades and is well beyond the scope of this article. Perhaps he viewed the mechanical reproduction of a performance differently because he was not playing at the time that the audience was listening; yet he was also making recordings without an audience despite his having said that he couldn’t imagine playing without one, so one wonders how he was able to do so and whether he considered these discs any differently – and if these performances were at the same standard as those that he played ‘live.’ Many who heard him in concert said that his playing was in fact noticeably different in live performance than on disc, and we now have a glimpse of how different it might have been.

The recent discovery and release of Rachmaninoff’s read-through of his own Symphonic Dances at the piano in Eugene Ormandy’s living room finds him playing with much more spontaneity, dramatically forged phrasing, and marvellous lingering over phrases than we hear in his studio discs (which are still superb). The playing in this fly-on-the-wall recording is utterly mesmerizing and an absolute revelation, with a degree of inspired music-making and a level of intimacy in how the music is communicated that is simply staggering. As great as Rachmaninoff’s studio discs are, they pale in comparison to what we can hear in this precious document, an off-the-cuff moment that might have simply disappeared into thin air had it not been surreptitiously recorded. And yet this reading was not meant to be heard by others and isn’t an actual concert performance, though it gives great insight into his playing. As astonishing and perhaps even more so are a few precious minutes of a Brahms Ballade and Liszt Ballade from an actual 1931 concert performance captured by Bell Laboratories engineers (available in the same set as the Symphonic Dances) – while the sound is very poor, the power and intensity of Rachmaninoff’s playing is simply beyond belief and must be heard to be believed.

The Perils of the Studio

It should be evident that the mindset of performers playing in the moment is understandably very different than those who know they are creating something that will be heard over and over again. Something that will be heard repeatedly will be subjected to a different degree of scrutiny, and knowing this, the performer will be unlikely to play with the same level of abandon that they might in an inspired concert performance. I first heard this expressed at the MSO recording session I attended when after listening to one take in the booth, Dutoit said, “That was good for a live performance but not good enough for a recording,” and back in front of the orchestra he went to conduct another take.

The process of recording that I witnessed at the MSO recording was very different than what artists went through in the days of direct-to-disc recordings. The further back one goes into recording history, the more challenging the process was, and the stresses that the system required in order to produce a record was one that hardly inspired the artist’s unbridled create expression. Ferruccio Busoni articulated in a letter to his wife the challenges he went through in his first recording session in 1919:

“My suffering over the toil of making gramophone records came to an end yesterday, after playing for 3 hours! I feel rather battered to-day, but it is over. Since the first day, I have been as depressed as if I were expecting to have an operation. To do it is stupid and a strain. Here is an example of what happens. They wanted the Faust waltz (which lasts a good ten minutes) but it was only to take four minutes! That meant quickly cutting, patching and improvising, so that there should still be some sense left in it; watching the pedal (because it sounds bad); thinking of certain notes which had to be stronger or weaker in order to please this devilish machine: not letting oneself go for fear of inaccuracies and being conscious the whole time that every note was going to be there for eternity; how can there be any question of inspiration, freedom, swing, or poetry? Enough that yesterday for 9 pieces of 4 minutes each (half an hour in all) I worked for three and a half hours! Two of these pieces I played four or five times. Having to think so quickly at the same time was a severe effort. In the end, I felt the effects in my arms; after that, I had to sit for a photograph, and sign the discs. – At last it was finished!”

It should be evident that with the Herculean pianist having had to go through this process, we would scarcely hear something representative of what he was capable of in concert. Additionally, he had recorded during the acoustical recording era, before the invention of the microphone: this system was in use prior to 1925 and required the instrument to be amplified through the use of cone-shaped horns (as illustrated in the image on the right), which drastically reduced the scope and fidelity of his sonority – and as Busoni articulated in his letter, he already needed to compensate for the inferior piano. While there is some magic that can be gleaned from his 26-minute discography from three years later (no discs were issued from the session detailed above), it is clear that great artist in such circumstances could not play with the same level of presence and command as they could in concert. Cramped, hot quarters of studios – with no audience – were hardly an environment conducive to artistic expression.

‘A Torture Chamber’

Busoni is not the only one who had such difficulties in the studio. Artur Schnabel went through a terrible ordeal a decade or so later when he began his now legendary cycle of Beethoven Sonatas – the first on record – at EMI’s Abbey Road Studios. Despite the fact that the microphone could now capture a more realistic sonority than was possible in Busoni’s time, not only was the recording process still challenging because works needed to still be split into 4-to-5-minute segments, but it seems that management still had very little idea of the stress of the process on a musician concerned about communicating their artistry:

This week was an ordeal, a torture chamber. “What does not kill me makes me stronger,” says Nietzsche. Hopefully (probably) this is true. I had no idea of how outrageous a process the recording on discs could be. Like slave drivers they burdened me with six hours of recording on a daily basis. I had to play pieces that were not included in the contract, but I had no time to prepare them. They thought I was always able to play all the Beethoven sonatas and concertos at the drop of a hat. Instead of refusing to do anything that was not prearranged, I let them, as usual, cajole me into doing it…. The act of violence against humans is mainly caused by the imperfection of the machine, which he has created. For example: one can only play for four minutes. In these four minutes sometimes 2000 or more keys are hit. If two of them are unsatisfactory you have to repeat all of the 2000. In the repeat the first faulty notes are corrected but two others are not satisfactory, so you must play all 2000 once again. You do it ten times, always with a sword of Damocles over your head. Finally you give up and 20 bad notes are left in it. I am physically and mentally too weak for this process and was close to a breakdown. I began to cry when I was alone in the street. Never before had I felt deeper loneliness. My conscience tortured me. Succumbing to evil, the betrayal of life, the marriage by death. It is perfect nonsense, totally unnatural. Depravity….  

It is stunning to consider that Schnabel’s pianism is largely remembered for these recordings made in circumstances so poor that he was crying in the street after the sessions! I’m certain that those who have criticized his errors and rhythmic challenges in some of these performances have had no idea of the conditions he had to endure in committing these works to disc (and likewise, many who have praised them likely didn’t know either). That any magic could get through is indeed remarkable, but we might also wonder how beautifully he must have played play in a setting more conducive to inspired music-making.

The same applies to Alfred Cortot, who over the course of the five days from July 4 to 8, 1933 recorded Chopin’s 24 Preludes, 4 Ballades, 12 Etudes Op.10, 2nd and 3rd Sonatas, 4 Impromptus, 6th Polonaise, Fantaisie, Barcarolle, and Tarantelle. It is remarkable that he was able to produce such sumptuous accounts with such a gruelling schedule. It’s little wonder that there were some dropped notes, given that precision editing was not possible and he had that much music to get through in so little time, and yet there is exquisite beauty and inspiration in his playing. How to fathom, as with Schnabel, how he might have played in concert when he was at his prime.

The Dreaded Red Light

As technology improved and recording became easier, artists did not necessarily feel comfortable in front of the microphone, as the pressures to produce a polished performance that would stand up to repeated listening were the same, still running counter to the spontaneous in-the-moment experience of a live musical performance. Dame Myra Hess stated, ‘When I listen to my recordings, I feel I am going to my own funeral,’ and described how she too despised seeing that red light go on indicating that she was being recorded. Under duress she admitted that perhaps her recording of Beethoven’s Op.109 was perhaps rather OK – it is beyond sublime by most people’s standards, so one truly wonders what she would have considered to be an ideal performance. Her concert recordings are indeed on another plane, though her studio recordings are – despite her displeasure – of the highest artistic level by any era’s standards. Another British pianist, Solomon, said the same thing about the process: while he appreciated the benefits of records and broadcasting, he nevertheless said, “I don’t like being dictated to by lights, and told at this moment to be silent and ready to play, and when I’ve finished my performance feel that I don’t cough or something until the red light has gone off. It’s a very impersonal thing.”

International Piano Archives founding president Gregor Benko was in the studio when Rudolf Serkin was recording Beethoven’s Hammerklavier Sonata. The pianist gave a run-through that Benko said was the most volcanic, spacious, mind-blowing performance he had heard (and he’d heard many) … and then when the red light went on, out from the pianist’s fingers came a completely different kind of performance, one that bore no resemblance to what he had played moments before. Benko was dismayed at the thought that no one would be able to hear what he had heard, that the record would be not even a pale shadow of what had come before. Indeed, early unofficial concert recordings of Serkin reveal that he was indeed be a very different pianist than the one represented on disc. I’ve found many of his studio recordings to have a nervous, somewhat unsettled quality, but the unbridled expansiveness of some concert performances – such as the one below – is of a completely different nature than his more known performances:

Varying Performances

It is important to remember that musicians do not always play the same way – not just from concert to concert, but also as they and their artistry naturally evolve over time. I’ll never forget how a few seconds of a single recording completely shattered a perception that I had held about Jorge Bolet based on the later recordings I’d heard and also what others had said about him. At the time that I went to the aforementioned Montreal Symphony Orchestra recording sessions, I had been given the choice to attend either the orchestra’s Debussy recordings or some concerto recordings with Bolet. My friend in the orchestra who was arranging for me to attend suggested the Debussy session because he and many of his colleagues found Bolet’s playing to be slow and lacking fire; as I was not familiar with Bolet’s artistry (such as his staggering 1974 Carnegie Hall recital) and history (like the fact that he had played for Hofmann and heard Rachmaninoff in rehearsal and concert), I accepted his suggestion and therefore missed an opportunity to meet Bolet – one of my great life regrets. Years later, I was visiting Gregor Benko when Bolet’s name came up and the opinion that I’d had of him based on what I’d heard. He popped a cassette into a desktop tape recorder and out came the most expansive, volcanic, sky-opening playing of the Chopin-Godowsky Etude No.1 – in a style completely at odds with all of the Bolet recordings I had heard! The performance (still unissued) was made a year prior to the one below, but this traversal is very similar in temperament:

But what did those familiar with Bolet’s Decca recordings hear? Not the same kind of playing at all:

Intimate Music-Making

The Decca account is beautifully polished and elegant, but is completely lacking the vitality and bravura of the live performance. Sadly, Bolet is far more remembered for later recordings much like this one, not at all representative of him at the height of his powers. Several of his students have told me that he was at his best not only in his earlier years but in more intimate settings, such as after a lesson or a master class: he would often sit with one or many students to chat and play for an extended period of time, playing spontaneously and giving marvellous readings that went above and beyond what audiences heard. (The Chopin-Godowsky Op.10 No.1 that Benko had played me came from one such post-masterclass session at Curtis Institute, a 3-hour gathering that was captured on tape that has never been made publicly available.) Unfortunately, the recordings of Bolet that have circulated most have been the roughly 30 CDs he produced for Decca, when he was past his prime and less engaged in the studio and the recording process.

Bolet was not the only one played differently in more personal settings: the legendary Leopold Godowsky apparently shone in the salon more than he ever did in concert and certainly more than on disc. Abram Chasins recounted the experience of hearing Godowsky play at his home, and upon leaving his teacher – the great Josef Hofmann – said, “Never forget what you heard tonight; never lose the memory of that sound. There is nothing like it in the world. It is tragic that the world has never heard Popsy as only he can play.” And so with recording technology as well as concert performances, we are only exposed to a single snapshot of a performer – one that does not necessarily reveal their true abilities. Everyone can have an off-night yet based on a single concert we can crystallize our thoughts about an artist into a strictly-held impression – and the same certainly applies to recordings. Imagine how awful it would feel for you if someone’s impression of you was based on a single social interaction when you were not at your best (alas, this is in fact how it is for many of us) – how limiting, how inaccurate, how unfair. Unfortunately, it is human nature to define and harden our perceptions into held opinions based on our limited experience – but this is not always accurate. And this makes the job of the artist all the more challenging.

One pianist who recorded extensively but whose many records still do not reveal the scope of his playing is Michael Ponti: his Vox recordings circulated widely but unfortunately do not capture the vastness of his technical and musical gifts. It is only very recently that I came to understand the extent to which these studio accounts have done him a disservice – based on these recordings one might think he was a rather ordinary pianist, but nothing could be further from the truth. This concert recording of the Verdi-Liszt Rigoletto Paraphrase is an example of the stunning pianism of which he was capable in concert:

Even pianists whose recordings are amazing and critically acclaimed might not be well represented by them. One such artist is Dinu Lipatti, whose handful of lauded studio recordings fascinated me when I first encountered them. It was his sole recording of Ravel – a truly mindblowing reading of Alborada del Gracioso – that made me realize that he was a very different artist than the tales of his illness would have us believe. If only we had more recordings of him like that one, I thought – and so began my hunt 30 years ago for more unofficial recordings of the pianist. The latest cache of records obtained and released in the last decade that truly reveals that Lipatti’s official discography does not show the full scope of his playing. The handful of discs appear to be home recordings (the piano is a bit out of tune), and the abandon and vitality in these performances are in stark contrast to the highly-controlled nature of Lipatti’s studio output, with bold accents, dramatic climaxes, and emphatic gestures:

Lipatti’s most famous recordings come from the last year of his life; while his energy was bolstered by cortisone treatment for the Hodgkins Disease that had weakened him, he recorded his ‘less timing programme,’ works which did not require much exertion. He also knew that he was recording his final testament, and while the readings are very refined and musical, his playing also more guarded than that of even a few years earlier when he first began making discs for Columbia. The recently-obtained unofficial recordings were made when Lipatti was in better health and also in circumstances where he was likely less attached to the outcome: these discs appear to have been made for his own use and perhaps to share with a few friends (the numbers on the label indicate that copies were made). So as great as Lipatti’s playing is in his celebrated recordings, it may well be that how he played when in better health and when feeling more at ease was even more remarkable than how he has been perceived for decades.

Shifting Perspectives

There is another important factor as yet undiscussed and worthy of more detailed exploration in a later posting: the impact of recordings on artists’ perception of their own playing. Prior to this technology’s existence, they could only hear their playing from their own vantage point while playing their instrument and therefore subjectively and in the moment. Once musicians could hear their own playing as another listener might, able to experience details of their own performances that they might not otherwise, their perspectives surely changed. More than one famous musician has expressed surprise over how their own performances sounded (there are amusing anecdotes of famous musicians not recognizing their own recordings on the radio). Have we all not been astonished (and perhaps horrified) when hearing a recording of our voice? “Do I really sound like that?” we have all surely asked – and the same goes for musicians. How might hearing their own playing on records impacted artists’ perceptions of their own playing? Might they have thought that what they played sounded different than they had anticipated? And is it possible that hearing themselves play led to more self-consciousness not just in the studio but also in general, as their perceptions changed from that of subjective performer to objective listener?

It must be said that it is not a given that some of these changes might not have been supportive: performers can hear details that might be overlooked and strive to improve both musically and technically, whether it’s the balance, timing, or another technical element of execution. I know one first-rate pianist who records every concert in order to check on certain details and improve anything that was not as well accomplished as hoped in subsequent performances. (Tantalizingly, Dinu Lipatti hoped to record himself practicing back in 1948, writing to Paul Sacher to ask if he had a tape recorder for that purpose, which he unfortunately did not.)

Moving Forward

The ideas, thoughts, and questions presented here are beyond the scope of a website article but worthy of consideration, even if there are no easy answers – and as I’ve stated before, sometimes there are no answers but it is important to sit with questions to see what comes from them. And so, where does all of the above leave us? Perhaps with an opportunity to revisit how we relate to the act of listening to music. What if we were not so quick to judge an artist on the basis of one recording or a single concert performance? What if we let go of our need for note-perfect readings and tuned in instead to the wider landscape of what the musician is creating? What if we listened at home with the attention and dedication that would be expected of us in concert – and what if we also went to concerts more regularly in order to have that in-the-moment shared experience?  While some glorious recorded performances do indeed exist and can bring us pleasure time and time again, it is the quality of the music-making that is key to its deeper enjoyment as opposed to a focus on perfection that provides us with an embalmed performance rather than an alive experience.

While there is something about perfection that is appealing, it is also wonderful to grow an appreciation for what is espoused in the ancient Chinese philosophical text, the Tao te Ching: True perfection seems imperfect. There may be what appears to be imperfections in concert settings, with noise, less-present sound, and perhaps an error made in the moment – but there is also the capacity to experience the chemistry of the moment, an alchemical act of creativity in the moment that will never be exactly repeated. The notes are but black-and-white notations on a flat page, but the music they comprise is a colourful, multidimensional tapestry that is brought to life in the moment as it is experienced by both the performers and listeners. The setting and quality of attention with which this happens has a tremendous impact on how life is breathed into the score. If music lovers wish to keep the art of classical music alive, it is important that we not be passive in our appreciation but rather be active music lovers and appreciators. Even when a concert or performance does not live up to our expectations, we might be able to find something to appreciate. Artur Schnabel was once asked by a colleague why he was clapping after a poor performance they had just heard: “I’m applauding Beethoven,” he replied. Long may we continue to appreciate and applaud the masterpieces of the past and those who continue to bring them to us.

 

 

It is a sad reality that a great many supremely gifted musicians did not have careers that their talent might have warranted, with some of these great musicians having had to face some tremendous adversity. One such artist was Marian Filar, a wonderful Polish pianist who endured the horrors World War 2, not only surviving years in concentration camps but going on to play internationally to great acclaim, including at Carnegie Hall and under leading conductors. This great musician’s career unfortunately did not develop as one might have hoped and today he is less remembered due to his having made but a handful of commercial recordings. As the testimonials of great musicians and recorded performances included in this posting will demonstrate, he was indeed an artist of outstanding capabilities – and his life story too reveals that he was a remarkable human being.

Marian Filar was born in Warsaw on December 17, 1917. His was a musical family and he showed his aptitude at a young age, sneaking into his sister Helen’s piano lessons at the age of four. “I fell in love with the piano instantly. It made the most glorious sound in the world, the most magnificent I had ever heard. I was hooked. From then on I was married to the piano.” When it was discovered that the young boy had perfect pitch, his parents were convinced that he should be professionally trained but they started him on the violin like his two brothers (his two sisters played piano), which led to such tantrums that they acquiesced and arranged for him to study the instrument he loved. At age six, he gave his first performance at the conservatory – because he didn’t know it was rare to do so, he wasn’t nervous (“You don’t learn to get nervous until you’re older”). He had some early lessons with the legendary Aleksander Michałowski and Chopin Competition founder Jerry Zurawlew.

Aged 12, he played the Mozart D Minor Concerto in an audition for the Warsaw Philharmonic which so impressed the conductor that he was immediately booked to play the work in concert. The great German pianist Alfred Hoehn attended one of the young boy’s performances and entered discussions with the family about training him; however, because of ‘the Hitlerites’ in Germany, he suggested that Filar study at the local conservatory until the situation there settled down (Hoehn seemed to think it would blow over in a few months) and that he would stop by to check on the boy whenever he visited Warsaw. Thus the young Pole started training with the esteemed Professor Zbigniew Drzewiecki, who seems to have been as famous for his yelling in lessons as he was for his playing and teaching. While the first summer with him was challenging, Filar soon came to appreciate his teacher and the connection was beyond cordial: Drzewiecki would later be of vital support during the horrors of the war, managing to get some precious items smuggled to Filar while he was imprisoned in a concentration camp.

Young Marian was involved in more than just musical training, being physically active and playful like his peers while also deeply immersed in the musical culture. He attended concerts by Hofmann (“we all fell out of our chairs”), Gieseking, Backhaus, Hoehn, Landowska, and many others, in addition to symphonic concerts. As he continued his studies, he was told that the rise of anti-Semitism would limit his possibilities in Poland and that he should go abroad, but his parents couldn’t afford it at the time. He had been rather sheltered from these issues, though he started observing incidents – including with government officials dealing with his father – and his mother sent one of her oldest sons to Palestine in 1935 in case the family would later need to leave.

Filar’s autobiography From Buchenwald to Carnegie Hall is remarkable for the first-hand detail given about the musician’s experiences during the War – indeed, the American Library Association magazine Booklist wrote that “among the many astonishing accounts of Holocaust survival, this is one of the most remarkable” and I cannot recommend reading the book yourself to get all the details, as his incredible story is told with such directness and clarity. The young man’s ingenuity, fierce intelligence, and compassionate nature would be channeled from music-making into helping his friends, family, and compatriots to survive. He tells stories of local bombings, of the creation of the Jewish ghetto in Warsaw, of witnessing – while hiding behind a wall in the conservatory – Russians registering locals to be sent to Siberia. His strength of character and astuteness were evident in how he handled some very difficult situations, among them Russian soldiers attempting to claim property and take advantage of women. Once the Germans began narrowing in on citizens, he cleverly arranged for trash to be piled up near the entrances of their homes to make the area looked more derelict so they would be less likely to be searched.

With a combination of resourcefulness, daring, and good luck, Filar escaped many close calls: he made a gutsy escape while being marched to be taken away and several times saying just the right thing to the wrong person to get out of some very sticky situations. But eventually he was loaded into a train and shipped to the camps. Even here, his observation skills served him well: seeing how crowded the cars would be, he went straight to the window as soon as he entered the carriage so he would have air during the arduous journey (his instincts were right: several people perished en route due to not being able to breathe properly). Inside the camps, malnutrition and heavy work led to more close calls but he soon figured out how the black market worked inside the camps and found ways to get extra food from local workers so he could regain his strength. There were multiple times when he could have been shot on the spot but luck was truly on his side. His mindset and determination were clear:

“As much as they beat and humiliated us, I knew they could not take away my talent, my gifts, my knowledge, my love of music what I am. To them I was only a number, a slave. They know nothing about me, which was just as well. Even without a piano I always had music in my heart, which is why I never thought of suicide, no matter how bad things got. Plus, I wouldn’t have wanted to give those SS bastards the satisfaction of thinking they had triumphed over me.”

After two years spent in seven camps, Filar was liberated, but his parents and sister Helen had all been killed by the end of the war. Soon after gaining his freedom, he and his brother went to Prague, where the city was being accommodating to refugees. Filar was thrilled to see a poster announcing a concert, and upon hearing that the conductor was the son of violinist Jan Kubelik, he went to the rehearsal and afterwards introduced himself to Rafael Kubelik. He was invited to play for him at his home a few days later, at which time Filar played the Chopin E Minor Concerto all the way through – from memory and without having had access to a piano for five years (except a brief session a few weeks earlier). The conductor was not only impressed but expressed true concern for the pianist’s well-being, making a phone call on the spot that enabled him to have an unlimited stay at a hotel in the city.

Filar and Kubelik would perform Chopin’s Piano Concerto in F Minor together six years later in Chicago and they remained lifelong friends. While a recording of that Chicago performance has not been found, this 1971 Munich broadcast with both musicians playing the same work is a wonderful testament to their close musical and personal relationship.

After a return to Lodz to track down a brother believed to have died in Siberia but who somehow survived, Filar visited Kraków for a tearful reunion with his beloved teacher Professor Drzewiecki. Two months after his liberation, Filar played Chopin’s E Minor Concerto in Lodz to great acclaim. The former rector of the Conservatory where he had trained came to see him after the concert, reiterating his suggestion from years earlier: to leave Poland to establish himself as a world-class pianist. Filar and his brothers’ bags were already packed for departure to Berlin the next day, and from there they went to Frankfurt, where Filar hoped to find Alfred Hoehn; alas, he was informed that the pianist had died not long before.

Filar had doubts about whether to continue in music or to pursue his interest in the field of medicine, and he thought that he needed to have his playing assessed by a great musician to inform his decision. A colleague who knew Walter Gieseking gave him a letter of introduction and despite his trepidation, Filar showed up unannounced on the pianist’s doorstep at 24 Wilhelminenstrasse in Wiesbaden. The German pianist was not immediately welcoming, stating that he had stacks of letters from pianists hoping to have an audience with him, to which Filar innocently replied, “But have you answered all of those letters?” Although Gieseking smiled at this answer, he continued to admonish the young Pole for not writing first and refused to hear him, but seeing the tears in Filar’s eyes, he relented and asked him to play for him. After some Bach and Mozart, Gieseking asked for Chopin, “since you’re Polish.” After Filar finished Chopin’s G Minor Ballade, Gieseking hugged him and said, “You want to give up the piano? You must be crazy. You are already a concert pianist. Would you like to study with me? Do you think I can teach you something?” Filar was beyond delighted and when he brought up how to pay him, Gieseking replied, “You’ve already paid enough. Come every Thursday at 10:30…. Just ring the bell and come in.”

Thus began a five-year apprenticeship and a congenial relationship of great mutual admiration. Filar states in his book that recordings do little to reveal the wonder of Gieseking’s incredible singing sonority, adding “I learned my singing tone from Mr. Gieseking. I didn’t have it before. How could I have had it? I had never heard anything like it!” The great German master held his student in the highest esteem too, praising his Chopin to the skies, telling his wife “Filar studies with me and he plays the Barcarolle better than I do” (Gieseking’s wife listened to Filar play it for her and she agreed). At a recital for the American Red Cross in Frankfurt, Gieseking pointed Filar out to the audience and begged him to play Chopin’s A-Flat Ballade then and there, but the mortified young pianist was too shy to do so. Gieseking wrote several letters of introduction for Filar and had him engaged to play in Lisbon for the centenary of Chopin’s death: “They asked me if I knew somebody who played Chopin well. Since Arthur Rubinstein can’t be everywhere at once, you’re going!” He was thereafter booked for other such engagements, including playing on the centenary date of Chopin’s death with Abendroth in Berlin.

After his mentorship with Gieseking, Filar moved to America, arriving in New York on March 3, 1950 on the American military ship General Greeley. He took English lessons and attended concerts, meeting a former classmate at a Carnegie Hall concert a month after his arrival, who then introduced him to some important people. The husband of a former classmate was responsible for setting up the summer schedule in Chautauqua and he was so impressed by what he heard at a dinner gathering that he crossed out the name of the one artist whose contract had not yet been signed so that Filar could take her place. He also auditioned for Ormandy, who was a bit brusque but later wrote to engage the pianist in Beethoven’s Choral Fantasy – the pianist didn’t know the work and considered not accepting, but gave in at the insistence of his friends. He considered the applause after the first performance to be tepid but Ormandy assured him that this was indeed a rapturous reception. The response was so ecstatic at his January 1, 1952 Carnegie Hall performance with Ormandy of Chopin’s F Minor Concerto that the pianist was aware he had been well received.

Despite great acclaim for his performances and some high-profile bookings, Filar was unable to secure management in the US. While some joked that he didn’t need any because of his success with bookings on his own – which required no need to pay out commissions – he hoped to have representation, but it appears that the all-powerful Sol Hurok put a stop to that. On their first meeting in Paris, Hurok had accused Filar of studying with a Nazi, which led the young Pole to defend Gieseking by pointing out that he played music of Jewish composers and had a Jewish manager, in addition to their own close relationship – as well as the fact that he had been cleared by US Army Intelligence. While his audition went well enough that Hurok expressed some interest in him, Filar did not like the impressario’s haughty attitude. Once he moved to New York, no other manager would touch him as Hurok had him blacklisted. When Arthur Rubinstein introduced Filar to Hurok in his own dressing room after a recital, the manager made a sour face and walked out.

Filar would continue to play internationally and in the US, where he became a citizen, but his energy would be primarily focused on teaching. He began teaching at Settlement Music School (which was linked to Curtis), heading their piano department from 1953 to 1966, before becoming full professor at Temple University’s College of Music from 1973 to 1989. His many students continue to refer to him with the utmost adulation, his presence in their lives having had a most profound impact. Beth Levin, Charles Birnbaum, and Lambert Orkis have all spoken and written about their great mentor with reverence, both about him personally and professionally. Levin states that as a child, she “didn’t realize the great drama that was going in front of my eyes with Mr. Filar- coming to Philadelphia, teaching night and day, trying to play more,” while Birnbaum referred to Filar as “one of those unknown gems, as far as the U.S. was concerned. What should have been an absolutely amazing concert career stalled in the U.S.”

Filar threw himself into his teaching, and Levin states that he was involved in their education in very personal, almost parental way: he would show up before their recitals to help them warm up and he would call them afterwards with bits of advice (on one call, he told Levin’s mother “She must get her hair out of her face!”). While he could be ruthlessly direct in his observations as a teacher, it always came from a place of caring and he always aimed to emphasize the positive, Orkis recalling one of his own performances when Filar was more enthusiastic and supportive than he was, how warm he was in his encouragement.

Despite his lack of management, Filar still played internationally albeit not with a full concert schedule. This 1976 recital in Brazil – never before released – shows that his pianistic and interpretative powers remained undiminished.

After his retirement from Temple in 1988, Filar continued as Professor Emeritus at the Boyer School of Music and Dance and even returned to Poland in 1992. While he stayed relatively active, over time his health waned and sadly he developed Alzheimer’s: Levin and her teacher shared a birthday, and she knew things were in decline the year that he had forgotten that fact in their annual birthday phone call. He spent his last years living under the care of his dedicated pupil Charles Birnbaum until he passed away on July 10, 2012 at the age of 94.

Because Filar did not leave behind a substantial recorded output, he is less remembered than many of his contemporaries. He made radio broadcasts in post-War Germany, as did many artists of the day, and some of these have finally been released by the great label Meloclassic (click here).  As far as official commercial recordings go, he appears to have made only two LPs in 1951 for the small Colosseum label, which was run by a former colleague from Poland who was also living in the US. While the discs received very positive reviews, the small label had limited distribution and once the discs were out of print there was no real means for them to be reissued. The playing is very fine indeed, with Filar’s beautiful singing tone wonderfully captured in his readings of six Chopin Nocturnes, with the ringing singing sonority that he perfected with Gieseking not long before these performances were set down:

Filar’s Colosseum recording of Chopin’s B Minor Sonata features his tremendous capacity to play with both strength and sensitivity, with a strong rhythmic pulse that is never aggressive despite its remarkable momentum.

While it is Chopin for which Filar is predominantly known – Levin states that she believes that it is his love for this composer that allowed him to survive – his Colosseum LP recording also featured works by Szymanowski: very fine accounts of the Four Preludes Op.1 and Etude in B-Flat Minor Op.4 No.3 that reveal his beauty of tone, clarity of texture, and lyrical phrasing.

Chopin’s Piano Concerto No.1 in E Minor was a mainstay of the pianist’s repertoire: Filar played it at key points in his career and as an audition piece for several major figures throughout his life. This October 15, 1953 concert performance accompanied by Erik Tuxen and the Danish Radio Orchestra captures the pianist’s playing at its poetic and energetic peak, with a wonderful blend of vitality and poetry, his rhythmic impulse and stunning technique serving the lyricism of the work with sumptuous phrasing, refined nuancing, and natural but emotive timing.

As much as Filar is associated with Chopin, his repertoire was vaster: there are live recordings of him playing concertos by Mendelssohn, Schumann, and Tchaikovsky, as well as the superb Beethoven Piano Concerto No.3 in C Minor presented below. His playing here too features his sumptuous singing sound, masterful use of the pedal, and rhythmic vitality.

Finally, here is an opportunity to hear the great artist in spoken word (though you can hear him speak in the Brazil recital posted above): the link below will take you to three interviews with Filar about his experiences in the war, much of which is explored in his book. As captivating as his book is (and again, I cannot recommend it highly enough), the oral history below is fascinating as one can hear directly from Filar himself the extraordinary experiences he went through. The interface is a little counter-intuitive: once you have heard part 1, click on the icon in the top right of the player window to open up the option to hear parts 2 and 3. The link is here: https://collections.ushmm.org/search/catalog/irn508654

Filar’s life was certainly remarkable –  definitely worthy of a movie on the same lines of The Pianist – as is his pianism, and he lives on in the memories of those who knew and studied with him and now through the circulation of his too-few recordings. Orkis reflects that “to know that he escaped the horrors of the war and eventually played with the Philadelphia Orchestra in Carnegie Hall gives me the daily hope that whatever obstacle I may face, the possibility of better circumstances is always plausible – indeed, his example as a being seems to have opened up the world of what is possible to his students and listeners.” As the artist himself stated, “My life was not ended by the Nazis, although they took much of it away by murdering most of my family. My life went on. I was and am a musician, a teacher, a performer and a concert artist who has had a long international career. And that life, too, is part of my story.”

His is indeed a story worth remembering – as is his supreme artistry.

 

My deepest gratitude to Beth Levin, Lambert Orkis, and Charles Birnbaum for sharing memories and photographs of their great mentor, with a special thanks to Mr. Birnbaum for having provided the recorded performances presented here, many of them now publicly available for the first time.