I seem to go through
listening phases. Some months ago, it was mainly big orchestral works
by the likes of Shostakovich, Sibelius, Bruckner
and Elgar. My current phase is for recitals of short works; maybe a
result of the metabolism of my attention span. So I have delighted
again in hearing the phenomenal Zlata Chochieva
playing Chopin études – I, who have never been a keen Chopin fan.
I am delighted again in making my way through Tianwa Yang's
eight CDs of Sarasate works. And I recovered from my archives David
Frühwirth's recital of 17
mainly unhackneyed vignettes for violin and piano.
It's
sad there are not many Chochieva recordings around yet. I am
completely captivated by her Chopin études and love her pianism.
Just as astonishing is Tianwa Yang in Sarasate; I love Sarasate's
music and marvel at how idiomatic Yang sounds in this Spanish music.
Her sense of style, rhythm and rubato are really extraordinary; she could
even have been Sarasate's favourite pupil, listening to her. And I do
revel in Sarasate's music. I recall a puffed-up British critic a few
years back screeching with outrage because a professional orchestral
musician had told him that Sarasate's music was worth 20 or so of
Boulez, or Nono, or Stockhausen (I forget which). Well, the
professional musician was quite right, and Sarasate's music is
eternal.
Finally,
I sat back and listened to David Frühwirth
playing pieces by Zimbalist, Kurt Weill, Hans Sitt, Hubay and many
others. Frühwirth has an engaging warm, relaxed Austrian tone which
at times reminds me of his fellow Austrian of long ago, Fritz
Kreisler. And he has a gift for selecting enjoyable music that is not
readily featured in compilations by others. My short pieces phase is
still very much with me; fortunately I have many CDs of short pieces
to fall back on – doubly fortunately, since they do not often turn
up in concerts or recitals nowadays except as four minute encores.
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