Of the myriad piano concertos composed in the second half of the
nineteenth century all but a handful are forgotten. The survivors are
played with a regularity that borders on the monotonous—the ubiquitous
Tchaikovsky No 1, the Grieg, Saint-Saëns’s Second (in G minor), the two
by Brahms and, really, that is just about all there is on offer.
Pianists, promoters and record companies play it safe and opt for the
familiar. Even a masterpiece can become an unwelcome guest, especially
when subjected to an unremarkable outing by yet another indifferent
player, as happens so frequently today.
How refreshing, then, to
have the dust brushed off two forgotten specimens of late
nineteenth-century piano concertos and rendered clean and polished for
inspection again. Refreshing and rewarding, for both are exactly the
sort of pieces that make one wonder why we are forced to live off such a
limited concerto diet. How is it that such appealing, well-crafted,
imaginative works with their high spirits and luscious tunes could have
vanished from the repertoire? Why is it that neither is played as
frequently as, say, the Grieg Concerto? Or instead of it? What is it
about them that has failed to put them in the classical pop charts?
Listening to them afresh it is a teasing question to answer; the longer
one ponders the matter the fewer become the justifiable, verifiable
reasons why today’s audiences so rarely have the opportunity to enjoy
works such as these two delightful crowd-pleasers. It is time for those
who promote and play piano music to be more adventurous and imaginative
in their programming before this particular corner of the repertoire
dies a death from staleness and stultification.
‘After Chopin,’
wrote Paderewski, ‘Moritz Moszkowski best understands how to write for
the piano, and his writing embraces the whole gamut of piano technique.’
The two pianist-composers had more than their art in common. Both were
Poles (though Moszkowski was born in Breslau, then the capital of
Silesia in Germany). Both were witty, cultivated men. Moszkowski’s most
celebrated bon mot immortalised him—a riposte to the pompous
pronouncement by Hans von Bülow, ‘Bach, Beethoven, Brahms: Tous les
autres sont des crétins’ (‘All the others are idiots’), to which
Moszkowski replied: ‘Mendelssohn, Meyerbeer and your humble servant
Moritz Moszkowski: Tous les autres sont des chrétiens!’ (‘All the others
are christians!’). Paderewski’s most famous line, incidentally, though
probably apocryphal, also concerned a play on words. When mistaken by a
wealthy American hostess for a famous polo player, Paderewski is
supposed to have replied, ‘No,he is a rich soul who plays polo—I am a
poor Pole who plays solo.’
Moszkowski also helped Paderewski in
seeing that some of the younger man’s work was published. But there
similarities end. As far as their lives and careers went, Moszkowski’s
beginning mirrored Paderewski’s end; Padereski’s beginning mirrored
Moszkowski’s end.
Born in 1854 into a wealthy family, Moritz
Moszkowski began music studies at an early age in Dresden, continued at
the Stern Conservatory in Berlin and then went on to Theodor Kullak, a
pupil of Czerny, at the Neue Akademie der Tonkunst. (Among his fellow
students there were the brothers Philip and Xaver Scharwenka who
remained friends throughout his life.) He made his debut as a concert
pianist in Berlin when he was nineteen and for the next 24 years gave
recitals all over Europe, taught at Kullak’s Academy, conducted and
composed. When he settled in Paris at the age of 43 he was a famous and
well-respected musician. He was also very wealthy for, early on in his
career, he had written two pieces of music which were among the most
popular piano compositions of the last century. In every piano stool in
the land you could find a copy of his Serenade, Op 15 No 1, and the
Spanish Dances, Op 12, for piano duet.
He and his wife (the
sister of Cécile Chaminade) were a popular couple, well-connected and
generous in their help of other musicians. Moszkowski, like Grieg and
Chopin, was more at home with the piano than anything else, though he
achieved some success in London, at least, as a composer of large-scale
symphonic works—Joan of Arc, for example (almost certainly an influence
on Richard Strauss’s Death and Transfiguration), three Suites for
Orchestra, incidental music to Don Juan and Faust, an opera Boabdil
(1892) and ballet Laurin (1896). There is also the splendid, romantic
Violin Concerto, Op 30—a show-stopper that, curiously, has never found a
champion.
But of all the melodious and elegant works of Moritz
Moszkowski it is his Piano Concerto in E, Op 59, that most strongly begs
for revival. It is not a short work and it is not an easy work for the
soloist, but its grateful pianistic writing, its memorable themes and
its sunny optimism make its present neglect quite incomprehensible. No
one could pretend that it is deep music, but if, as one writer put it,
‘it fails to stir the intellect, it sets the pulses tingling’. Were it
to be given at a major music festival in place of the usual fare it
would bring the house down; given a televised performance, it would
re-establish itself as one of the most popular concertos in the
repertoire— a status which it enjoyed for many years before the First
World War, especially in Germany and the UK (the composer himself was
the soloist in its British premiere at a Philharmonic Concert on 12 May
1898).
The Concerto is dedicated ‘à Monsieur Josef Casimir
Hofmann’—a singular tribute to a 22-year-old—who had studied briefly
with Moszkowski in his teens. It is one of the very few written in the
key of E major. It was also virtually the last large-scale work that
Moszkowski attempted. Ten years after its composition he was, at the age
of 54, already a recluse, constantly ill. He had lost his wife and
daughter, his son had been summoned to serve in the French army, and he
was, as one friend described him, ‘no longer buoyed by ambition’. He
sold all the copyrights of his music and invested the enormous capital
in German, Polish and Russian bonds. With the advent of the First World
War he lost everything and lingered on till 1925, too sick in body and
mind to do anything, dying of stomach cancer in Paris, a pauper.
The
musical world still looks down its nose at the mention of the name of
Moritz Moszkowski. He is all-too-readily pigeon-holed by the derogatory
label ‘polished salon music composer’. He was not an original, one is
reminded; he added nothing new to musical language; he wrote nothing
that others had not written better before him. But are these good enough
reasons to ignore the facile, joyous, champagne-brilliance of
Moszkowski’s music and help to dissuade all but a handful of imaginative
pianists from tackling his entertaining Piano Concerto?
Ignacy
Jan Paderewski’s Piano Concerto in A minor, Op 17, is chronologically
the older of the two works, though written by the younger of the two
composers. Paderewski, born in November 1860 in Kurylowka, Podolia
(Russian-Poland), was a still virtually unknown 28-year-old when he
composed his one Concerto. (His only other large scale work for piano
and orchestra is the Fantaisie Polonaise, Op 19, written some five years
later.) Though he had made his debut at the tender age of eleven, his
career proper as a solo pianist did not take off until his mid-twenties
after extensive studies with the great pedagogue Theodor Leschetizky. A
spectacular recital in Paris in March 1888 and a further one in Vienna
in November the same year were the starting points for a performing
career that would make his name synonymous with the piano and lend it
near-legendary status during his lifetime.
Before his lessons
with Leschetizky, his musical life had been a penurious uncertainty for
his early dreams of becoming a soloist were wedded to those of becoming a
composer. He took courses in composition at the Warsaw Conservatory
between 1875 and 1877 while simultaneously touring provincial Russian
towns with the Polish violinist Cielewicz. In 1878 he joined the piano
faculty in Warsaw, but left four years later to study composition with
Friedrich Kiel in Berlin. Here he met Anton Rubinstein who, at that
time, occupied the position in the piano world which Liszt had held (and
which was to shortly become Paderewski’s). Rubinstein was of the
opinion that Paderewski should take his compositional abilites more
seriously and the younger man, with characteristic diligence and
determination, set about doing just that. He studied orchestration with
Heinrich Urban in Berlin and then, financed by the the celebrated Polish
actress Modjeska, left for Vienna and his seminal tutelage with
Leschetizky.
1888, the year of Paderewski’s Paris and Vienna
debuts, was also the year of the composition of the Piano Concerto—the
year when the two driving forces of his creative life emerged finally
from the wilderness to meet in triumph. His state of mind at the time is
etched into every bar of the concerto, revelling in exuberant pianism
and fervent emotion.
Paderewski began its composition in his
apartment in Vienna, after his triumphant recital in Paris. ‘I wrote it
in a very short time. I scored it in ’89 in Paris,’ he recalled in his
memoirs, published in 1939:
When I finished [the] concerto, I
was still lacking in experience. I had not even heard it performed—it
was something I was longing for. I wanted to have the opinion then of a
really great orchestral composer. I needed it. So without further
thought I took my score and went directly to Saint-Saëns. [Saint-Saëns
had been unfailingly kind to him on previous occasions, attending his
concerts when he had played the French master’s Fourth Piano Concerto.]
But I was rather timid … I realised on second thoughts that it was,
perhaps, presumption on my part to go to him. Still I went to his house
nevertheless. I was so anxious for his opinion. He opened the door
himself. ‘Oh, Paderewski, it’s you. Come in,’ he said. ‘Come in. What do
you want?’ I realised even before he spoke that he was in a great hurry
and irritable, probably writing something as usual and not wanting to
be interrupted. ‘What can I do for you? What do you want?’ I hesitated
what to answer. I knew he was annoyed. I had come at the wrong moment …
‘I came to ask your opinion about my piano concerto,’ I said very
timidly. ‘I ——.’ ‘My dear Paderewski,’ he cried, ‘I have not the time. I
cannot talk to you today. I cannot.’ He took a few steps impatiently
about the room. ‘Well, you are here so I suppose I must receive you. Let
me hear your concerto. Will you play it for me?’ He took the score and
read it as I played. He listened very attentively. At the Andante he
stopped me, saying, ‘What a delightful Andante! Will you kindly repeat
that?’ I repeated it. I began to feel encouraged. He was interested.
Finally he said, ‘There is nothing to be changed. You may play it
whenever you like. It will please the people. It’s quite ready. You
needn’t be afraid of it, I assure you.’ So the interview turned out very
happily after all, and he sent me off with high hopes and renewed
courage. At that moment in my career, his assurance that the concerto
was ready made me feel a certain faith in my work that I might not have
had then.
Paderewski had wanted to play the premiere of the work
himself but Madame Essipoff (a formidable pianist and Leschetizky’s wife
at that moment) said, ‘as she had introduced some of his (Paderewski’s)
compositions already in Vienna, she would like to do this concerto
too.’ She had been studying it for several weeks. It was a request that
Paderewski acceded to somewhat reluctantly but was, after all, ‘glad to
have her do it, because I had not studied the concerto sufficiently for a
great public performance.’
Thanks to the influence of
Leschetizky, to whom Paderewski dedicated the work, the first
performance was conducted by no less than Hans Richter, possibly the
most influential European conductor of the day, and had ‘an immediate
success’.
To re-apply the words of Sir Thomas Beecham (who,
incidentally, was coached by Moszkowski in orchestration), these two
Concertos have a ‘refinement and distinction that never fails to fall
fragrantly on the ear, and offers to the musical amateur, who may feel
at times that the evolution of his art is becoming a little too much for
either his understanding or enjoyment, a soothing retreat where he may
effectively rally his shattered forces.’ Hyperion
Moritz Moszkowski (1854-1925)
Piano Concerto in E major Op 59 [36'55]
Ignacy Jan Paderewski (1860-1941)
Piano Concerto in A minor Op 17 [35'07]
Conductor – Jerzy Maksymiuk
Leader – Geoffrey Trabichoff
Orchestra – BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra
Piano – Piers Lane
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