Maurizio Pollini at Strathmore 

Maurizio PolliniMaurizio Pollini is, to these ears and taste, a God – and there are perhaps no living pianists that equal him in my estimation. His recital at the Kennedy Center last year was not only the high-point of 2004/2005, it will rank among the finest I have ever heard. Not surprisingly then, that expectations should have been high for the crowning piano recital of the Washington Performing Arts Society’s star-studded season. Alas, expectations have the mildly paradoxical downside that by not exceeding them, one can fail to meet them.

Assuredly, a Pollini does not “fail” in any conventional way: He is, after all, the embodiment of brilliant perfection. If he can’t charm you, he will dazzle and impress at the very least. Wednesday, in his program of Chopin and Liszt, he was – Leonard Cohen goes through my mind – “somewhere in between, I guess”. The Chopin Nocturnes, recently recorded for Deutsche Grammophon (review coming soon), are already not works that allow for the qualities I so admire in his Chopin; the choices of the op.55 and op.48 pairs even less so than op.9 or op.15 (where I find his recorded versions most appealing). Less susceptible to his strength of bringing Chopin’s depth to the fore, these surface-bound pieces came across as admirable, no more. Still, even at the least involving, the marvelous soft notes – never shy-sounding – demanded respect. Subtle relentlessness and a well shaped, modest build-up gave Nocturne op.55, no.2 in E-flat major its air of distinguished refinement. The slow beginning of op.48, no.1 and its return to the main theme were more satisfying; no.2 from that set was produced in a fine, stately manner.

Other Reviews:

Tim Page, Maurizio Pollini, Giving His All (Washington Post, May 19)

Charles T. Downey, Maurizio Pollini at Strathmor (DCist.com, May 19)
The Ballade No.1 in g-minor had been bumped up from encore-status, last year, to the main program – and it suits Pollini’s rigor, his iron-frame rubato much better. Those who like his style in Chopin (it’s not the leaves that shake on the tree, the whole trunk is slowly moving), are invariably fascinated by his approach. The difference to the Nocturnes was immediately audible even if his playing stopped just short of having that irresistible power and dynamism I remember from last October. It was only the Polonaise in f-sharp minor, op.44 that overcame hesitance to admit greatness here; a work the right size, length (its rambling middle perhaps too long), depth for Pollini to flex his Chopin-muscles and attack from the battle-station he becomes before the keyboard. This was probing, thundering, detailed and nuanced all in one.

The second half of the program started with deliciously unforgiving Liszt. After all, it is not for Pollini to cater to an audiences’ expectations and play a recital of recognizable tunes or ‘greatest hits’. Perhaps he won new admirers for Liszt’s stern, late works with the impeccable clarity and strength that he brought to it. If not, it surely fascinated those who already find merit in Nuages Gris, Unstern, La Lugubre Gondola I and R.W. – Venezia. The shreds of steely gray clouds that move together and apart in expressionist, introverted style are an acquired taste, for sure, but the somber insistence with which Pollini extracted them- threateningly assembled them- from his customized Steinway, might have captured the audience eventually. The way Pollini grows crescendi under his hands was awe-inspiring here as in the following b-minor sonata, and Liszt’s cubist tonality (as opposed to the molten kind of Debussy or Wagner’s interwoven blurring of tonal boundaries) was given its very own appeal.

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Saving best for last, Pollini played a awe-inducing, forbidding, forceful, unyielding Liszt sonata – that black monolith of Romantic piano sonatas. When the clouds majestically part after the grim and undecided opining, it was difficult not to be touched or relieved. At the speed Sig. Pollini dares to play this work, there is little room for the faint lyrical touches, early on, when the right hand goes on a detour into occasional innocence, thus underplaying the emotional contrasts within. The dynamic band, on the other hand, was as wide as the instrument and acoustic would allow for. Gloriously irresistible, overwhelming last ten minutes (now with more pronounced mood changes) ended in that one-off, almost imperceptible low note. Pollini’s pppp was audible on every seat.

Generous with encores for a frenetic crowd, Pollini pleased with Debussy (La cathédrale engloutie from the first book of the Préludes), and more Chopin: An Etude (op.10, no.12), a substantial Nocturne (op.27, no.2) and the 24th Prelude, it's last low notes, like a bell struck trice, ringing out the recital.

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