Michael Hawley
piano solo: live
recordings and notes
van cliburn international piano competition
fort worth, texas
june, 2002
I won the 2002 Van Cliburn Piano Competition for Outstanding Amateurs, held every two years in Fort Worth Texas. And here's the evidence. I am once again very grateful to audio engineer Jim Jackson for these beautiful recordings. And to Ron Coners and Gretchen Roberts and Peter Goodrich from Steinway, and Louise Canafax who pampered me (all of us, actually), and ... ... ... My dear teacher Ward Davenny always used to tell me "The best rehearsal is your last performance." Words of wisdom. Actually, he only said that to me after I'd really screwed up in public. Well, damn! It's truly amazing how nervous one can get in a competition, and how nettling it can be to hit a few clams where you never have before. (Of course, not having actually played all the way through some pieces before walking out on stage is... well, I'll reflect a bit on the performances later.) This year, almost everything I chose to play was a transcription. That wasn't strategic. Mostly it was coincidence; see, I've been on a Godowsky binge lately and much of his music is transcriptions. And partly it just worked out that way. For example, I wanted to program an important American work in the final round, and fixated on the Bernstein, but there wasn't a piano version. So I made one. And I needed something to follow it; wanted a big dance, something about love, and something joyful not tragic. So the Rachmaninoff/Kreisler Liebesfreud seemed natural... — oops, I did it again. Some people have allergic reactions to transcriptions. Not me. When I asked him about his charity work in Africa, Quincy Jones told me "It's all music, man." And all music transcribes feelings when you get down to it. To me, a piano transcription in particular is like a pen and ink drawing, or an Ansel Adams photo of a beautiful corner of the world. It's a pianist's way of embracing something really beautiful, and loving it from a fresh perspective. I came to feel that for a true amateur event, and a gathering of pianoholics, transcriptions can be seen as the highest expression of love of all kinds of music, and especially piano music as an art form. For example, I doubt anyone loved the piano more than Leopold Godowsky, which may be partly why he had the notable habit of taking other piano pieces (Chopin etudes, for example) and making new piano music from them. All of that said, at the end of the day, I just picked music that I really treasure, that was a little off the beaten path but hopefully fresh and interesting to listeners, and that really can make a piano come to life. I'm grateful to the Van Cliburn foundation; to all of the marvellous pianists who devote so much time and energy to share their music (some photos of them are here), and to the wonderful audience (including of course the thoughtful and friendly jury, the music critics who lavish time and affection on this event, and the many friends, old and new, who took time from their days to be part of this). One of the performers, Viktors Berstis, collected lots of photos and writings. It's hard to express how valuable and special this event has been to me, personally. The people who play are, to me, living national treasures. I hope my few recordings help catch a little bit of the specialness of this extraordinary event.
Michael Hawley
PRELIMINARY ROUND
J.S. Bach (1685-1750): ich ruf zu dir, Herr Jesu Christ (bwv 639; 1713) E.G.
Hausmann's portrait of Bach (1746), holding the
Ah... Now here's a gorgeous gem. Late in life, the incomparable Leopold Godowsky
made "free arrangements" for piano of three of Bach's violin sonatas and three of the 'cello sonatas.
He considered these to be among his best works, and marvellous curtain raisers. They were all
but ignored, which I think was heartbreaking for him. When I went digging for them,
they'd long been out of print; in fact, I found this music in a crack
in the Lincoln Center Performing Arts Library, where it was damn hard to find.
(It's since been reissued by Carl Fischer, who are thankfully putting out
a comprehensive collection of all of Godowsky's music.)
Alexander
Scriabin (1872-1915): étude in c#
minor (op.42 n.5; 1903) Alexander
Scriabin, age 24.
I thought it might be nice to make a little "Bach suite," so I gravitated to my
all-time favorite Bach organ piece: the magnificent prelude and fugue in a minor.
In the relative minor of C major, it makes a great contrast.
But get this: Bach was just 23 when he wrote it. Newly married, with a bouncing baby,
he hand landed a great new job as organist and was already famous and
well on his way to becoming the most famous organist in the world.
This sizzling toccata-like prelude and the powerhouse of a fugue are
bubbling over with a young man's joyful energy and talent.
Liszt made a note-faithful setting of it on the piano; I fleshed out
a few of the voicings (especially in the organ pedal parts)
to make it a bit more organ-like. This one works pretty well on a great piano,
and this Steinway was more than grand.
References
and recordings: See also the Scriabin
Society. A heavy-duty
Schenkerian view of Scriabin's music. One of the
very few English biographies on Scriabin. All
the etudes for six bucks. All
the op.42 etudes. He plays op.42#5 like a locomotive chugging
through the Ural mountains. Sergei
Rachmaninoff (1873-1943): Liebesleid
(1931) Rachmaninoff
performing with the Philadelphia Orchestra. Kreisler with his
fiddle.
the Bach and the Scriabin are pretty intense, so I wanted something a little
lighter to end the first round. Rachmaninoff's arrangement of Fritz
Kreisler's elegant old chestnut, the Liebesleid, fit the bill.
Rachmaninoff and Kreisler were a famous dynamic duo, and Kreisler told a story
from one of their gigs together in Carnegie Hall. The two were onstage,
merrily playing along, when suddenly Fritz had a horrendous memory lapse.
Turning ash-white, he edged over to the piano and whispered hoarsely to
Rachmaninoff: “Where are we?!” Without dropping a note,
Rachmaninoff replied: “In Carnegie Hall!” Liebesleid
means love's sadness (not to be confused with liebeslieder, which
are love songs) and this is one of those poignant, nostalgic old
Viennese waltz tunes, touched up by Rachmaninoff in a very classy, art-nouveau
sort of arrangement. If you hear a chord in the middle that sounds like it
fell out of
the opening line of the second piano concerto, well, it probably did, and it's a
lucky thing I didn't play the next chord after it, or it might have taken me half an
hour to find my way back into the Liebesleid. Elegant schmaltz to leave
people dancing. References
and recordings: http://home.flash.net/~park29/rachlinks.htm
A voluminous
biography. Out of print now. Definitive,
by definition. Full
of rare and remarkable piano transcriptions, as played by the best in the
business.
SEMIFINAL
ROUND Gabriel
Fauré (1845-1924): nocturne n.13 in b
minor (op.119; 1921) Fauré,
painted by John Singer Sargent. And photographed later in life.
I wanted to play some more Godowsky, and just couldn't get the
beautiful Bach arrangements off my music desk. I'd looked at the pieces
in his "Renaissance" suite, and the interesting things in the "Java" suite,
but found I just really liked this magnificent "Adagio" movement as a way
to begin the semifinal round.
William
Elden Bolcom (1938-): two ghost rags (1970) American
composer William Bolcom. In
1999, the jury bounced me out of the prelims for playing the Graceful Ghost
(grrr!), but it really is a gem and I was absolutely determined to take another whack.
These are great pieces: savvy, wonderfully written, and a gas to play.
Deceptively disguised as vintage piano rags, and with terrific tunes, they are
are subtle and sophisticated. The
Poltergeist sounds like a cross between Joplin and Prokofiev (quite a
waker-upper after the Fauré). It's not an altogether easy piece. And the Graceful Ghost,
with its lilting melodies and delicious blues notes, is truly
touching and nostalgic, always a favorite. Bolcom dedicated it to the
memory of his father, which says something about its specialness. William Bolcom, a
pulitzer-prize winning American composer, is on the faculty at the university of
Michigan. No stranger to Fort Worth, he wrote the commissioned piece for the 10th annual Van
Cliburn competition. He and his wife, soprano Joan Morris, are renowned for their
performances of vintage Broadway and cabaret songs. References
and recordings: Contains
one of Bolcom's own performances of the G.G. rag in a very interesting
compilation of recordings in homage to Ms. Sterne, who suffers from ALS. John
Murphy has recorded the complete piano rags. Most others are out
of print (or on vinyl LP's). I first heard Paul Jacobs' performances
of the three ghost rags; Carl Tait mentions this is now reissued on CD:
Nonesuch E2 79006, Paul Jacobs plays ballads, blues and rags. Art
Tatum (1909-1956): sweet lorraine
(1934) The
incomparable Art
Tatum at the piano. When
I was 21, living in Paris, I bought a massive boxed set of recordings of Art Tatum
playing the piano. From the moment I put the needle on the first track I was blown away.
I knew, then and there, that being a professional pianist was a hopeless waste
of time. It
made me feel a little better to learn that guys like Gershwin, Rachmaninoff,
Horowitz, and Godowsky occasionally hung out at the jazz club in Harlem where
Tatum played. Often they left awed and in tears. Tatum's pianism was
just too marvellous for words. Steve Allen interviewed Tatum in the 50's
and quipped that listening to him play was like looking at a Da Vinci painting
while riding by on a fast bicycle. It was too much to appreciate. Another
telling data point: when you ask the giants of jazz who the greatest pianist of
all time was, you typically get responses like: Oscar Peterson, Fats Waller,
Erroll Garner, maybe Bill Evans, others. But when you say, “What about
Art Tatum?” the reply is something like: “Well, of course there's
Tatum, but man, he's in a league of his own
— nobody could play like Art Tatum!” When Oscar
Peterson first heard Art Tatum play, he thought it was two people in a
duet. And Peterson gave up the piano for a month. (Later he became
Tatum's protegé, and was at his bedside when he died.) There's a true story about
a night when Fats Waller was playing in a club to a big crowd, and Art Tatum
walked in. Waller stopped playing and famously announced to the audience: “Ladies
and gentlemen: I play the piano a little, but tonight, God is in the house.”
Sort of like the good old days in 1700's Germany when a town needed to dedicate a new
pipe organ: the best organists from around the country would show up to play
their slickest stuff;
then Bach would walk in, and all the other organists would sheepishly leave. That's
how good Art Tatum was: a truly phenomenal, once-in-a-century piano
genius. His playing certainly transcended the world of jazz, and I felt it
more than had a place in the restrained, “classical”
world of the Van Cliburn. Because his music was recorded, not written
down,
most classical pianists don't find it, but there are now a handful of published transcriptions (and,
oy, what a lot of work it
must have been to make them). It's
worth noting that Tatum was legally blind almost from birth (it was said he
could play pinochle if he held the cards close to his one marginally good eye;
and he said he could see enough to get around, barely). He grew up in Toledo,
Ohio, studied classical violin for years, but switched to the piano
when he was a teenager. And he said that he was a much better pianist
after three days than he was a violinist after thirteen years. Being
nearly blind, he developed a keener sense of touch, and that probably led him to
avoid big leaps and instead, fill in with those remarkable, purling three-finger
runs (like an old clavichordist, he tended not to use his right thumb in fast
scales). When he
died of uremia (kidney failure) in 1956 at the age of 47, the world lost one of
its most precious musical treasures. The epitaph on his
grave, carved with a grand piano in the clouds, simply reads: "Art
Tatum - devoted husband - though the strings are broken, the melody lingers on."
It breaks your heart to learn he had
just bought a spiffy new tuxedo and was planning a big concert tour including formal
recitals at halls in Europe and the US. What a loss. Sweet
Lorraine was written by Mitchell Parrish (words) and Clifford Burwell
(music) in 1928, and was a much-loved, often-recorded jazz standard for many
years (Nat King Cole, Chet Baker, Stan Getz, Louis Armstrong, and many others
all recorded versions). When you hear the pearly strings of notes that
Tatum uses for decoration, but sparingly and not overdone, it's easy to forget that the song has
really wonderful words about happy feelings! I've
just found joy, I was probably pushing my luck by
programming this gorgeous jazz nugget, but what the heck. This music is
too cool for school! References
and recordings: Contains
this version of "Sweet Lorraine." The
only biography of Art Tatum. Thorough, well done, much needed, and
much deserved. Contains
an interesting early rendition of this arrangement of "Sweet Lorraine."
His later recording is more lilting, less metronomic.
FINAL
ROUND Franz
Liszt (1811-1886): sonata in b minor (1853) Franz
Liszt, around the time he wrote Later in life, ever charismatic. A
page from the manuscript. My
fondest recollection was walking out on stage to a very large and warm audience,
and thinking: what a prize! To have the opportunity to journey through this
terrific piece with so many people who were just as interested as I was, and who
were really going to listen. This
is it: the Kanchenchunga of the solo piano repertoire, Franz Liszt's one and
only blockbuster of a sonata. It's an epic piece and a sprawling tour-de-force, naturally, but
the hard thing about it is turning it from a series of virtuoso
episodes into a deeper emotional journey. It uses the whole sonorous gamut
of the piano, and every pianistic trick in the book. Not everyone held the
sonata in such esteem: noted critic and musical putzmeister Eduard
Hanslick said:
“Anyone who has heard this and finds it beautiful is beyond help.” This piece was pretty
“green” in my hands: I'd studied it ten years ago, relearned it in about a
month (yikes!),
given a pretty wobbly test-drive performance at MIT, and was not what you'd call
ready to recite it in Texas. But the jury thankfully decided
otherwise. You know, it's amazing
how stepping into the final round can focus one's thinking. When I wasn't
panicking, I indulged myself, trying lots of new things (many of which I won't
need to try again). I especially tried to play not just huge fortissimos,
but whisper-quiet pianissimos; I tried to play the hall, and the silences,
too. And I was looking for a more sensuous, soulful, and sometimes
religious quality in this piece,
not the usual splintering octaves and hystrionic episodes. (It was
gratifying to read afterwards, that Liszt biographer Alan
Walker shares my views). Still, a wild ride! The
first ominous notes of the sonata... References
and recordings:
— MJH The
day before the competition, at the Fairmont Hotel Recorded
in 24-bit digital audio by Jim Jackson. Sincere
thanks to the Van Cliburn Foundation, and to all the amateurs. It was a
blessing to hear each and every one, and a joy to be among them. Amateurs
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