Koncert w Vancouver laureata ostatniego Międzynarodowego Konkursu im. Fryderyka Chopina w Warszawie w 2025.

Koncert w Vancouver laureata ostatniego Międzynarodowego Konkursu im. Fryderyka Chopina w Warszawie w 2025.

Kiedy w 2025 roku Eric Lu wygrał słynny Warszawski Międzynarodowy Konkurs Pianistyczny im. Fryderyka Chopina, strasznie chciałem usłyszeć go ‘na żywo’. Nic, jakiekolwiek idealne i wyczyszczone nagranie studyjne nie zastąpi bycia na koncercie. To atmosfera i przeżycie jedyne w swoim rodzaju. Słuchacz staje się, bezwiednie poniekąd, ‘częścią’ tego wydarzenia, tej muzycznej epopei.

Ale słuchając jego gry z nagrań właśnie, bardzo mnie zainteresował. Kogokolwiek i cokolwiek nie grał – grał trochę jakby inaczej, były rysy delikatne specyficznego rodzaju interpretacji utworów. Trudno nazwać takiego pianistę ‘dobrym’. Ktoś, kto doszedł już do ćwierćfinału tego Konkursu dobrym być musi. Koniec, kropka – inaczej w ćwierćfinale nie będzie.  O finale nie mówmy, tutaj pojęcie ‘dobry’ brzmi śmiesznie i nie adekwatnie. W finale pianista-interpretator musi uchylić rąbka i ukazać kawałek przynajmniej duszy artysty.

Na I Konkursie w 1927 nie przyznano V i VI miejsca; na XII w 1990 nie przyznano I (!) i powtórzyła się identyczna sytuacja na kolejnym w 1995; w 2005 na XV Konkursie odmówiono przyznania II i V miejsca; w 2010 nie przyznano VI miejsca. W kolejnych trzech Konkursach przyznano wszystkie czołowe nagrody.  I chyba słusznie. Ta ‘tradycja’ nie przyznawania trochę mi się nie podoba. Jeszcze I miejsce mogę zrozumieć – nikt ponad wszystkich się nie wyróżnił, nie był Primus inter pares.   Ale z tej kilkuosobowej grupy, którzy kolejne eliminacje przeszli nie wyłonić kolejnych szczebli finalistów wygląda bardziej na braki porozumienia wśród jurorów, a nie braki muzyczne uczestników. To raczej braki jurorów, które bywają często efektem zbyt nadmuchanego własnego ego.

Natomiast bardzo dobrą tradycją Konkursu jest dobieranie Jury spośród wybitnych światowych pianistów (w olbrzymiej większości), a nie muzykologów i akademików. Bardzo często są to byli finaliści poprzednich konkursów szopenowskich. O ile w latach wcześniejszych w samym składzie sędziowskim (głównie, jako Przewodniczący) zasiadali dyrygenci, teoretycy, muzykolodzy, o tyle od 1985 funkcje te pełnią wyłącznie znani pianiści, na ogół zawsze też finaliści tegoż Konkursu z lat wcześniejszych. Przewodniczącym jest zawsze polski pianista. Poza właśnie tym ostatnim XIX Konkursem, gdy Przewodniczącym był amerykański pianista Garrick Ohlsson. Ohlssona pamiętam do dziś z jego porywającej gry w 1970, a byłem wówczas ledwie początkującym nastolatkiem, smarkaczem w krótkich spodniach, LOL.

Innym wyjątkowym wydarzeniem z prac jury Konkursu, które świetnie pamiętam, był wielki skandal jurorów X Konkursu (1980), którzy usunęli (!) z finału Konkursu świetnego chorwackiego pianistę Ivo Pogorelića. Zwycięzcą tego Konkursu był znany wietnamski pianista Đặng Thái Sơn. Na znak protestu z Jury wycofała się wówczas argentyńska pianistka i wcześniejsza laureatka, wielka Martha Argerich. Lokalną ciekawostką jest, że tenże laureat X Konkursu, Dang Thai Son, mieszka obecnie u nas, w Kanadzie. A Pogorelić zrobił świetną karierę pianistyczną, w czym nagłośnienie tego skandalu X Konkursu niewątpliwie mu pomogło, LOL. Od siebie dodam, że bardzo mi się wówczas te jego interpretacje Chopina podobały. Tak jak masom melomanów wtedy w Polsce (otrzymał specjalną Nagrodę Publiczności).

Ale muzykę miałem wokół siebie w zasadzie od urodzenia. Olbrzymie pianino Steinway’a mieliśmy w głównym pokoju w Toruniu i jako berbeć uwielbiałem się pod nim bawić. Nie mam pojęcia, jak to mojemu dziadkowi Emanuelowi się udało, ale w czasie repatriacji z Wilna fortepian udało się załadować na jedną z furmanek i Sowieci pozwolili go zabrać, choć futra i widoczne kosztowności kradli, jak szaleńcy… .

A dziś koncertowy Steinway, to więcej niż 100 000 dolarów kanadyjskich i biedne Towarzystwo Chopina w Vancouverze[i] prowadzi zbiórkę na zakup własnego, bo w Orpheum[ii] w Vancouverze muszą wypożyczać ich instrument. No, dosyć wspomnień sprzed wielu, wielu laty z Filharmonii Warszawskiej lub sprzed czarno-białego telewizora, przed którym siedzieliśmy z babcią zapisując na karteczkach własne oceny poszczególnych pianistów.

Wracamy do starego Orpheum. Pogoda była podła, a kolejka do wejścia ciągnęła się spory kawałek (teatr przy głównym wejściu ma strasznie małe foyer i dostać się do środka zabiera sporo czasu) – ale warto było każdej zmarzniętej i zmokniętej chwili.  Jednocześnie umożliwiało to spotkane kilku znajomych, czasem chwilkę rozmowy: niezastąpiony Prezes Towarzystwa Chopinowskiego Patrick May, którego zawsze z radością spotykam, Iko Bylicki – menadżer tego Towarzystwa, jakże dla kultury muzycznej Vancouveru zasłużonego. Rozmowa z nimi krótka bardzo, bo jako organizatorzy koncertu naturalnie szalenie są zajęci. Wielką przyjemnością było spotkać starego dobrego znajomego, wychowawcy wielu pokoleń muzyków w Vancouverze, profesora Lee Kum Sing – Pamiętam szereg długich rozmów w korytarzach tej Akademii z tym zacnym pedagogiem młodych muzyków. Teraz właśnie słucham jego nagrania Largo z 3 Koncertu Beethovena i wydaje mi się, że odnajduję podobną subtelność gry, jaką wykazał się młody Eric Lu. Chyba sam się nieco starzeję, bo wolę dziś słuchać ‘muskania’ klawiszy niż puszczenie na klawiaturę tabunu koni …

Ale czas siąść. Czas słuchać muzyki, która zaraz popłynie ze sceny. Właśnie wychodzi na nią młodziutki, szczupły pianista, kłania się publiczności, my go witamy brawami, on siada za fortepianem. Otwiera nieco innymi utworami niż się spodziewałem: dwa nokturny Schuberta, nr 1 f-moll, opus 142 i nr 2 As-dur , opus 142.  Nokturn w f-moll smutny, nostalgiczny – jakby adekwatny do deszczowego spaceru na ten koncert. Ten nokturn ukazuje jasno, jak grać będzie. On te klawisze pieści, muska – one mu czule odpowiadają dźwiękiem. Trochę zaskoczony, że pianista siada na krześle, nie na typowej ławeczce fortepianowej, która zdecydowanie nieco ułatwia używanie wszystkich mięśni, w tym tych wokół kręgosłupa, swobody ramion. Jako, że po nokturnach ławeczkę przystawiono do instrumentu, zachodzi podejrzenie, że zwyczajnie nie mogli jej zwyczajnie za kotarami znaleźć … To głupstwo jednak nieistotne.

Po nokturnach Lu gra jeden z wczesnych polonezów (fis moll, op.44) Fryderyka, skomponowany jeszcze w czasie studiowania w Warszawie. Brzmi w nim nieco modny wówczas styl brillant[iii], który w dojrzalszym okresie paryskim Chopin odrzucił.

Uczta zaczyna się jednak po nokturnach i polonezie – przepiękna, romantyczna Ballada nr.4, f-moll, op.52. To już romantyzm bez ogródek – au revoir barok i klasycyzm. Lu zaczął grać pięknie, delikatnie, dźwięki wyważone, pełne. W całkowitej unii z nogami lekko tylko muskającymi pedały. Nie było tu żadnego wbijania tych pedałów, maksymalnego przedłużania lub wyciszania dźwięku. Muzyka płynęła, jak strumień po łące nad ranem lub o zmierzchu. To ballada dość trudna: wiele tematów muzycznych, zmian tempa. Tą balladą kupił już mnie kompletnie. Słuchaj i to wszystko! Nie wypatruj czy gdzieś zauważalny błąd, zgubienie czegoś – słuchaj sercem a nie rozumem. Więc posłuchałem tej rady na szczęście. Po to w końcu na ten koncert poszedłem – słuchać, marzyć i śnić sen muzyki, a nie po to by ten tekścik pisać. Ale nie napisać nic nie mogłem. Nie mogłem, bo Eric Lu mnie oczarował swym stylem delikatnym, ale nie kruchym, nie słabym. To pianista, który na pewno jeszcze jest u początku swej drogi muzycznej. Wszak artysta, który zdecydowanie ma coś do powiedzenia, coś do przekazania słuchaczom. Nie jest zdecydowanie jednym z wielu dobrych pianistów. Słowo ‘dobry’ w ogóle tu nie pasuje. To artysta, który muzykę kocha, czuje. I to się udziela słuchaczowi. Tego typu spotkania muzyczne wykonawcy i odbiorcy, są zawsze wyjątkowe, są przeżyciem emocjonalnym.

W drugiej części grał jeszcze jednego Poloneza (op.71, nr 2) i Nokturn nr1, op.27. Jednak perłą najczystszej bieli była jego Sonata h-moll, op.58, tworzona z przerwami w Nohant w posiadłości George Sand. Iwaszkiewicz opisał ten moment jego życia przeuroczo w swej znanej sztuce[iv], wielokroć wystawianej i filmowanej.

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drodzy i mili rodacy w Vancouverze – wspomóżcie zacne i zasłużone bardzo Towarzystwo Chopina w ich marzeniu zakupu koncertowego fortepianu godnego najlepszych pianistów. Po tylu latach ich pracy, tylu koncertach – warto ten prezent im dać w podzięce. Jeśli ktoś może 10 000 tysięcy – fantastycznie; jeśli ktoś może tylko 10 lub 100 – też fantastycznie. Pamiętacie starą średniowieczną bajkę/legendę polską o wdowim grosiku? Czasem te skromne 10 talarków bardziej wartościowe niż te 1000, bo dane z serca i potrzeby ducha. Lubimy tradycję, lubimy historię polską: więc powtórze za Janem Czarnoleskim w jego „Pieśni o spustoszeniu Podola”: dajmy, a najprzód dajmy! Poniżej podaję link do tej zbiórki. Jest tam oryginalna propozycja ‘kupienia’ jednego (lub więcej) klawiszy tego konkretnego fortepianu. Cena klawisza nie jest olbrzymia, ale nie jest też skromna. Dla skromniejszych darczyńców podaję, że można wpłacić każdy ‘wdowi grosik’ bez używając tych klawiszy a robiąc tradycyjną dotację (zwykły przelew lub czek) – kliknij tutaj : Support | The Vancouver Chopin Society. Dla oryginalnej propozycji zakupu ‘klawisza’ (tu donacja jest ustalona specyficzna ceną) link tutaj: Homepage – The Vancouver Chopin Society


[i] The Vancouver Chopin Society | Live classical music concerts in Vancouver area

[ii] siedziba vankuwerskiej Orkiestry Symfonicznej w stylu ‘północno-amerykańskiego baroku’ – uroczy teatr muzyczny przypominający mi trochę ‘bombonierkę’ toruńskiego Teatru im. W. Horzycy

[iii] Styl brillant – Wikipedia, wolna encyklopedia

[iv] „Lato w Nohant”, Jarosław Iwaszkiewicz, napisana w roku 1935/36

Vancouver Chopin Society concert at VSO School for Young Musicians

Vancouver Chopin Society concert at VSO School for Young Musicians

What an interesting concert it was. Not often do I go listening to very young (I mean – kids, not even late teens) pupils of a musical school. Sometime maybe to very young prodigy – such was the case of Jan Lisiecki[i] (Jas – as I still call him, despite his international stardom), but not to entire group of really young kids. Remember going to recitals in an old Warsaw Conservatory of Music on Oczko Street or Vancouver Conservatory of Music – but they were young students in their late teens or early twenties, not kids by any means.

Truth being told, I was looking mostly to the second part with Zbigniew Raubo, whom I didn’t listen to for a long time. I mean in person, on stage, not from electronic recording.

But it was a very nice and happy surprise. They all sort of knew what they were doing by the keyboard, LOL. I’m sure they had to overcome a huge anxiety being in front of relatively big audience full of their teachers, parents, and some famous piano players. Part of their studies is certainly guidance for avoiding stage fright, but still – stage fright is a powerful foe.

The School concert hall (on the back of the proper VSO “Orpheum” building) is very nicely designed. It is more long then wide and instead of acoustic paneling it plays on the original shape of the room. To assist the travelling of the sound and avoid echo (horror!) large wooden beams on the old masonry walls were attached aiding not only the harmony of sound, but also a pleasant visual effect. I would think of modest seating capacity circa 150 seats, maybe with added rows of chairs up to 200.

Of course it would be wrong to write a typical review and trying to be smart by pointing to minor mistakes, imperfections of the young students playing, especially if all of them were well prepared. Therefore these are just going to be general notes of what they played and overall impression how they did it. After all, music is just another way of writing a story. It just uses different alphabet, instead of letters it writes in notes; instead of grammar rules and signs, it uses its own grammar: crescenda, flats (skewed letter of ‘b’ ha ha), sharps (#), and on top of that there is different annotating for major and minor scale. Not to mention that composers sometime make their own personal written advice how a piece should be played. But enough of that, It is not a beginners course of music.

Sophie Meng was very first to perform, a diminutive frame of very young girl, perhaps the youngest of them all. The huge Steinway piano looked like a black mountain in front of her light figure – impenetrable and towering. I observed her hands as their traversed the keyboard and was wondering how much she has to stretched them to cover an octave! That observation leads to another: small-frame pianists play with their hands on the keyboard, full-sized (what a terrible description, LOL) use their fingers, which must be less exhausting and tiring. In more grueling concerts you will sometime find pianist submerging their swollen hands in icy water to remedy their muscle and joint stress.

She played very pleasant a Mazurka in C Major, Op.24. I let myself follow her play into the dream: like she was not playing – she was running on some green field with young Frycek (diminutive of Frederic).  That was a nice vision a young Chopin would certainly approve of. What was particularly worth noticing, was the way she kept a perfect harmony by keeping the main musical theme of the composition always in the background, always present. Even if not played at that moment – it still lingered in your memory.

Charlotte Deng played Scherzo in B-flat minor, Op. 31. Herself looking like a cherub, she easily displayed a maturity that surprised me, perhaps a dose of self confidence? These could be uplifting or dangerous emotions for a very young player.

Her physical control of the instrument was visible, as was her aura of confidence. At times maybe the music came a tiny bit too strong, too forte? I smiled – an ‘old hand’ in a body of a youngster. Her posture at the piano, the way she used physically her arms and hands on th keyboard again emanated maturity. Just that the ‘maturity/ was perhaps more a stage performance, not an inner feeling since at moments the music was overplayed on forte. Naturally the true poetic soul[ii] of the music returned fully with the arpeggios. The finale naturally goes back to first section, and was played very well with an elegant coda.

Stephanie Yueyou Liu presented the audience with Waltz in A-flat Major, Op. 34. Her keyboard skills were excellent. At times I thought I am loosing the smoothness of the waltz melody though, as the keyboard skill muted a bit the soul, yet – she re-paid in a very wonderful finale.

Brain Sun played Ballade in G minor, Op. 23.  I felt that he thought very deeply of the structure and meaning of the music he was going to play. Would like to listen to his interpretation once more, as for some reasons his intervals and use of pedals seemed a bit odd – and the full impression escaped me. Fackt that I nonetheless wanted to hear  him again simply meant that I liked it, That’s  easy – and at the very end that is all that matters.

Joshua Kwan played Barcarolle in F-sharp Major, Op.60. His play quickly established very strict control of the instrument, of timing. No rushing, no ‘elongation’ of notes. Smiling to myself, I thought that this guy does not need a metronome on the piano.

Brian Lee in Etude A minor, Op.25.  He would let his right hand in quick passages to overtake, or silenced his left hand leading the subject and tempo. It is a difficult composition for a young player. It provokes almost to fly too high, to shine in it’s sounds. Perhaps in its bravado-like finale it is hard to stress the last notes, as you mind is still overflowing with melodies of previous section. He played with full bravado. I must say that one must admire the guts of very young player (or teacher, who tells him to play it, LOL) choosing it. It is just about the most difficult technically etude Chopin composed. Frederic contemporaries in Paris didn’t like it that much exactly for that reason – for being technically challenging to play.

Thus ended the student’s part. After the intermission we were served full musical dinner with three very different and very popular dishes. Maestro Zbigniew Raubo, s’il vous plait.

               Zbigniew Raubo, although dedicated very much to his teaching of music, is an accomplished concert pianist himself, known to many of the best stages of the world both as a pianist and with an orchestras. He finished Katowice’s[iii] Karol Szymanowski’s Academy of Music, where he later become a pedagogue himself. During his career he took part and received top prizes and distinctions in many European music festivals.

Currently he teaches at the Vancouver Chopin Society associated with VSO School of Music. His partner in the teaching staff there is another great acclaimed Polish pianist Wojciech Świtała and last but not least by any means – young Polish-Swedish[iv] pianist, Carl Petersson.

I will not write a typical review of maestro Raubo concert in 2nd part of that evening. Would be unfair to the young participants – his and his colleagues’ pupils – to even try to draw any comparisons. That was an evening for the young ones. The ‘master class’ of Zbigniew Raubo was a glass of champagne to the audience for showing up to celebrate his students achievements.  Just a list of Chopin’s compositions he presented: Polonaise C-sharp minor, Op.26; Mazurka A-flat Major, Op. 50; Mazurka  C-sharp minor, Op. 50; Nocturne D-flat Major, Op. 27; Waltz A-flat Major, Op. 34, and Polonaise A-flat Major, Op. 53.

Yet, one distinction I must make. Chopin’s music and perhaps hundreds of concerts of his music I have listened to is in a way almost like some familiar songs you sing sometimes to yourself without even noticing it. It become sort of part of your nature, grows on you. Especially if it was a normal part of your very early childhood, when you don’t treat it with reverence, but as something normal, part of the routine. The reverence and deeper understanding of it comes later, as you grow up. It makes it a bit like a emotional but also intellectual luggage, not always very convenient. There are (very rare indeed, thank god) concerts you wish you didn’t buy the tickets for. There are (even more rare, phew!) concerts you just wait for the intermission to … leave and go home such is the disappointment. Because you know so many of the compositions, you heard them so many times. But I still find (not as often as many years ago) musician, who just takes my breath away. It has nothing to do with brilliant playing born out of amazing skills. On some level you expect it, too. No, it is the other part, one beyond the skill of playing. It is capturing the essence of the poetry of particular composition, the emotional part of it. The soul (yes, maybe not all humans have souls – but true art always does, without exemption).

Zbigniew Raubo did it to me with his interpretation of Chopin’s Nocturn in D-flat Major. I can’t remember when, was the last time I was touched by that composition so strongly. Music, like a poem, has a story to tell. At times it is not even the story the composer intended or thought of. No, it is your story, story getting life form as you listen to that music. I heard it that evening, intertwined between notes, phrases, and letters and words. Can’t remember the exact text of the story –  but remember hearing very clearly, as the music was played. Thank you, Zbigniew Raubo.

from top left:

pic. 04 -Patrick May one of the top organizer of Van. Chopin Society; pic. 06 – prof. Wojciech Świtała, famous Polish pianist; last picture – Board of Directors of Van. Chopin Society and from left: W. Świtała, Zbigniew Raubo and last Polish-Swedish pianist Carl Petersson.


[i] Jan Lisiecki – Classical Pianist

[ii] Robert Schumann compared it to ‘Byronic poem’

[iii] the capital of Silesia region in Poland

[iv] born In Lund, Sweden – his parents are Swedish (father) and Polish (mother). Graduated from Danish Royal Academy of Music.

Nikolay Khozyainov in Kelowna – Beethoven Monument

Nikolay Khozyainov in Kelowna – Beethoven Monument

This was one opportunity I didn’t want to miss. Last night piano concert of Nikolay Khozyainov in Kelowna, British Columbia. Have heard of this young pianist few times and his fame proceeded him.  Was wary, though. Big fame and being a child prodigy (he started playing in  … Siberia – in all of forbidden places – at an early age of six and as a child already performed in Russian cities, including Moscow, a city with earned reputation of being very strict in offering the stage to no one but the best as far as music is concerned) can be misleading and sometimes such career is cut short and musician falls into obscurity.

But Nikolay is no longer a child, and no longer a prodigy of anyone but his own talent and hard work. Bought the tickets well in advance while I was still in Halifax so as not to risk missing the concert.

A fact that he was a finalist in 2015 famous Warsaw’s International Chopin Piano Competition certainly cemented his statue as a pianist, and opened the doors of many international stages to him.

The auditorium in Kelowna’s Waterfront Art Centre is an elegant venue but not a very large one. But the seats are well arranged, and it looked like you could see the stage from every row and corner. In a small venue like that I usually choose either an isle seat or a seat at the very back (best for making quick notes without disturbing anyone).

Day was cold and being next to the huge lake added to that unpleasant coldness of late November. But inside the atmosphere was pleasant. My surprise was that there was not a printed program. In a concert where many pieces of many composers will be played it is helpful to have one. That was a serious minus on the side of the venue administrators. That was not the end of surprises, though. LOL.

When the virtuoso appeared on the stage I was – to say it elegantly – amused. Long gone are the days when longtails were the only accepted attire. Slowly they were replaced by afternoon elegant jacket, even black sweaters (Oh, Mon Dieu!). But pants remained elegant, sharply pressed. And shoes. Ah, the shoes –  they are actually important, as they play, too  – alongside hand and fingers. Something has to touch the pedals, LOL. Therefore shoes were elegant leather, shiny.

When Maestro Khozyainov entered the stage – he wore non of it. Pardon, except the light but elegant jacked. No, no. He wasn’t half naked! Just the rest of the attire really does not belong on a stage in a concert hall. Even in Kelowna. I was wondering how his cozy and warm winter shoes will feel the pedals …

I know, a bit long introduction – but I was truly amused by all of it.

Alas, back to music. Khozyainov begun with Chopin’s Nocturn D Flat Major, Op. 27. I thought it was a bit rough at times. The beautiful melodies few times were missing a note, or a note fell off the order. Which was sad since that Nocturne is one of the most beautiful nocturnes of Chopin. And yes, the pedals were not used as smoothly and as consistently as they should have.

Next was fantastic Prelude Op.45. Chopin himself said it was best prelude. I think the pianist did very good job in showing the elegant nature of this composition. Following with Ballade No. 4 in F minor, Op. 55  he brought peace to musical order. It is such a beautiful, poetic music. Khozainov fully regained his mastery of the instrument. I enjoyed it very much. It takes you for such a nice walk, memories of romance, of youth, of longing. Could be almost sentimental but still retains the deep feelings, the poetry of the soul. It remained me at times of the way incomparable Kristian Zimerman plays it. Use your inner feeling but stay close to the score seem to be the magic and don’t rush, allow the music to sink in.

After the Ballade, there was a short intermission and suddenly I felt like being back in Carnegie Hall or on Jasna Street in Warsaw’s Philharmonic. Back to great concerthalls of the world. Khozainov appeared in beautiful attire (with very shiny and elegant shoes, LOL) and things seemed all in place. Just waiting for the music to do the rest. It did.

Liszt and his delicate Impromptu Valse set the stage for musical fluidity, elegance. Following different feelings and pictures was Liszt Spanish Raphsody S.254. The Hungarian musical genius composed it in 1858, shortly after his visit to Spain. It has cascade of full octaves, rapid cords. A time to shine and awe,  as Khozainov did. I wouldn’t have been surprised if suddenly a solo ballet dancer would appear and did some pirouettes to the music. It didn’t, but it felt like it could. That was certainly a grand finale to the first part.

During the short break I had a nice chat with a fellow, who sat right in front of me, and we exchanged few impressions. It was pleasant conversation to fill the free time (and not missing any equally pleasant innuendos, LOL). Music and romance? That never happens! Or was it just me, who forgot that it does indeed?

However – the time for truly great romance awaited us back in the hall. Ludwig van Beethoven – the towering giant of classical music.

Nikolay played masterly transcribed by Liszt Allegretto from Beethoven’s Seventh.

For a triumphant finale he played probably the most difficult and unusual piano music of the great composer – his Sonata No.23 Op. 57 known as Appassionata. I could easily see it more as a full Piano Concert with orchestra. It is long piece (it is a sonata after all, therefore not too long) but the difficulty lays in its structure, abrupt changes of tempo, emotion, almost loosing melodic motifs. In a way, the Appassionata should habe been composed fifty or seventy years later. It is very much not a mirror of tastes and styles in Herr Ludwig times. But Herr Ludwig was not a man of a’la mode – Beethoven was a man of musical genius. Timeless. I suppose, it must be very difficult and not easy to memorize it to play without the aid of printed score. Because the Appassionata has distinctive long intervals it is very wise for the pianist to remain in full control as some people would not start to clap, thinking it was the finale. Khozainov had it all in check.

I am not surprised that (although not part of this concert repertoire) that he has played and recorded the arch-difficult Gaspar de la nuit by Ravel.

Of course, every musician is prepared for a a short bis after a concert. Nikolay was too. However – none were prepared for almost an entire third part of the concert! It was a sheer bravado which ended in an amusing and happy cavalcade on the keyboard.

Scriabin, Chopin, Rachmaninov, you name it! All the virtuosic pieces that shine and wants the audience to stand up and dance to it. We almost did. Applause did not stop. Just when we thought it is over, done, when we thought that it is almost impolite to demand more … Nikolay played his own impromptu fantasy. And everyone went crazy. What a bravado, gusto with a touch of showmanship. A pure joy of the music. I loved it.

In a chat afterwards we used simultaneously three languages, as both of us knew them: Russian, Polish and English. And he signed my notebook with name I have not seen in a very long time – with ‘otchestvo’ – a Russian peculiarity of using one’s name and the name of one’s father. Because I have the same name , as my father – it is of course: Bogumil Bogumilowitz, LOL. I like it.