Konstantin Lifschitz's Wish-Liszt 

(published first at ionarts)

Stepping in for Roberto Cominati, Konstantin Lifschitz presented his own transcription of Ravel's Daphnes & Chloe at the Terrace Theater, December 11th. The 28 year old Ukrainian, known among connoisseurs for his recording of the Goldberg Variations (Denon) made when he was 17, certainly succeeded in drawing on those those parts of the orchestral suites that suited the ability of the piano best. The result is a pianist's transcription that lends itself to showing off the multitude of colors of the instrument and Mr. Lifschitz played them with the expected dedication. His playing, physically at least, is theatrical, an impression only enhanced by the Japanese (?) silk cape he donned. The shy veneer cannot hide that Mr. Lifschitz is very, very aware of his special ability. A somewhat haughty air and a tad geekiness – coupled with a playful streak that belies his mature age (for a performer) – make a marked contrast to the Horowitz-like composure of a Arcadi Volodos but cannot distract too much from his skill.

Two Waltzes by Chopin - op.69, Nos. 1 & 2 - followed the Ravel which, by that point, had lasted about long enough. The well known first waltz in A-flat from 1835 was a no challenge for Lifschitz's finger-virtuosity and delivered in a lightweight rendition with a limping rubato, while the 1829 waltz No. 2 - B-minor - sounded more like an introduction work for a piano student. If I had to blame anyone other than myself for that perception, it would more likely be Chopin than his interpreter.

The Polonaise Fantaisie in A-flat op.61 – written in the dusk of Chopin's life – was fortunately not plagued by the Chopin-the-wilting-flower attitude that so often distorts his works into fragile piano whispers. Instead, Mr. Lifschitz dug into the New York Steinway much to the benefit of Chopin and the Audience. I could still have taken more bite in the softer passages and skipped the self-consciously slow opening – but in a concert performance the result was very satisfying.

A comment of Washington Performing Arts Society President Neale Perl announced the opening of the new Strathmore Hall in North Bethesda (the politically correct name for Rockville) that will bring such luminary performers as Itzhak Perlman, the Emerson String Quartet and Orpheus to suburbanites, all courtesy of the WPAS.

Then followed some stunning Liszt in the form of the Hungarian's Ballade No.2 in b-minor and the Six Grand Etudes after Paganini. The Ballade – perhaps a 1848 homage to Liszt's soon-to-be-dead friend Chopin (as Eric Bromberger's Program notes suggest) – was played every bit as tempestuously as one could wish for. The 1832 Etudes, performed after some waiting and the consequent request that the coughing audience members please excuse themselves (none did – but there was great murmur and everyone tried to get a last, juicy cough out), are some of Liszt's more difficult (indeed sometimes gratuitously difficult) works – even in their 1851 modification.

It is the showmanship of Paganini transcribed for piano – literally so, in that the etudes are based on 5 of Paganini's 24 Caprices for Solo Violin and the last movement of the second violin concerto (Etude No.3). With fleet fingers, a wide palette of tonal colors, an impressive expressive scale and redoubtable technical ability, he made the most of these works when it would have been impressive alone that someone can play all the notes right. Those performances alone were worth the price of admission – and they brought the remarkable cough-restrained house down.

Romanian Christmas Carols by Bela Bartók were a most welcome and conveniently seasonally appropriate encore. For someone who can't take even one more Christmas themed piece with jingles or bells in it, it was a Godsend. For those who don't like Bartók much, it was a chance to reconsider and recant. The carols are a gorgeous introduction to Bartók's work and style without the scary dissonance. Even after the most impressive Liszt, this was my highlight of the afternoon. The second encore was the seldom heard Beethoven Polonaise – typical Beethoven over a flavor of Haydn and darn pretty. It seemed a soothing desert after much rambunctious virtuosity.

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