Here I am in Shanghai , attending for my first
time its international piano competition, organised by the Centre for China
Shanghai International Arts Festival and the Shanghai Conservatory of Music.
When I first scanned the names of the 42 pianists taking part, there was hardly
a name I knew. I learnt that some pianists had won competition prizes
elsewhere, but what was their playing really like?
The list of judges was a reassuringly familiar one, headed by Gary Graffman, and flanked by no less than Peter Frankl, Dimitri Bashkirov, Anton Kuerti, Oxana Yablonskaya, Idil Biret and a coterie of Chinese judges who are well known locally. But is that a guarantee that the playing will be good?
The competition judges gather: Gary Graffman has some words with Peter Frankl (left), while Oxana Yablonskaya gives a television interview (right). |
The list of judges was a reassuringly familiar one, headed by Gary Graffman, and flanked by no less than Peter Frankl, Dimitri Bashkirov, Anton Kuerti, Oxana Yablonskaya, Idil Biret and a coterie of Chinese judges who are well known locally. But is that a guarantee that the playing will be good?
By this afternoon, 30 pianists had already been
sent home, leaving 12 quarter-finalists, six of whom will feature at each
session. Each had to perform a 45 minute programme including a Beethoven
sonata. Fair enough, Beethoven has always been epicentre of all piano
repertoire requirements, so you aren’t a real pianist unless you play
Beethoven. But why exclude the three “easy” sonatas – Op.49 and Op.79? Does not
mastery in those miniatures also say something of the pianist?
Tickets to these sessions were free, but one had
to apply for them in advance. Fortunately I had earlier written to the
organisers, and an envelope of tickets was gratefully received just minutes
before the doors opened. The audience soon filled up He Luting Concert Hall at
the Conservatory to the brim, occupied overwhelmingly by women of all ages.
Where were the men, don’t they care for music too?
The pianist to perform was KONG JIANING (China ), who won 6th
prize at the Leeds Competition 2009, behind the likes of Sofya Gulyak and
Rachel Cheung. A sensitive player, he brought out the contrasts in the first
movement of Beethoven’s E minor Sonata
(Op.90) very well, the declamatory opening and its fawning reply. In the
Schubertian second movement, the singing qualities came out to the fore with
warmth and much seamlessness. Only a short lapse of concentration towards the
end blotted his copybook.
What was annoying was the presence of one burly
cameraman attired in army fatigues who at first partially obstructed the view,
and then sat down in front to fiddle with his handphone, the constant
illumination from the screen being a tiresome distraction. Thankfully when
Kong’s Liszt B minor Sonata began, he
had been lulled to a dreamy repose. That’s not to say that the performance was
boring. Far from it, Kong opened strongly with a grand statement of the themes
and his octave technique was exemplary. While he was an excellent guide through
its emotional ups and downs, there were those small slips here and down which
might pass in a recital, but in a competition these may be less forgiving.
Next up was TUOMAS
KYYHKYNEN (Finland ), who had the
appearance of a burly Baltic or Russian (a younger version of Volodos,
perhaps?). Another sensitive player, but he is one who also had the chops for
big moments. Beethoven’s A major Sonata
(Op.101) was such a piece, with its retiring first movement theme which
unfolded nicely within his hands, contrasted with the second movement’s
emphatic march. When the former re-emerged from the depths of the slow
movement, it did so with a nice sense of déjà
vu, before closing with a heroic fugue, one feature of Beethoven’ s late
sonatas.
Next, I was re-acquainted with Howard Blake’s Speech After Long Silence, that marvellous piece of post-Romanticism last
heard at the Hong Kong International Piano Competition in 2011 as its
“commissioned work”. Kyyhkynen had been one of the participants there, but he
did not get far enough to perform it at the finals. But bless him for deeming
it worthy to be included here in Shanghai . He did a good job,
equal or better than some of the Hong Kong finalists, bringing out
its Rachmaninov-like melancholy and tolling bells with much plangent fervour.
(A little scandal was that Speech had
its world premiere in Shanghai and not Hong Kong , as Blake had
originally written it for the 2010 Shanghai Expo and later recycled it verbatim
for the Hong
Kong
competition.) Nevertheless, it is still good music, worth listening to over
again. He then finished off spectacularly with Liszt’s Vallee d’Obermann, a work that shares similar qualities with Speech, brooding lament followed by
extreme ecstasy.
HAO YILEI (China ) is a bespectacled
young man would normally not stand out in a crowd of Chinese faces, but his
playing did. Beginning with Beethoven’s Sonata
in A flat major (Op.110), one was struck by his lack of affectation in the
simple opening theme, one which he built up beautifully. Even the contrasting
country dance of its second movement was taken in the right spirit of Beethoven
letting down his hair. The air of seriousness in the slow movement just gave
way to the fugue, which he played with much clarity, building arch-like to the
arietta’s return and the fugal subject’s inversion. His sense of architecture
was faultless as he worked to a brilliant close.
His choice of two contrasting Debussy Preludes from Book Two was also excellent, the utter simplicity of Bruyeres interjected with the clown-like
swagger of General Lavine… eccentrique.
Then came the final showdown with Liszt’s Dante
Sonata and its parade of tritones, piling dissonance and crashing chords.
Yet there was no empty bluster in Hao’s conception of the work, which he
narrated like an expert story-teller. The journey through the inferno was a
harrowing one, with tongues of fire and the screams of the damned portrayed
with great immediacy. His technique held up winningly and nary a slip or
stumble to be heard. In the tremolo episode, one began to see the light and
sense the dawn of hope. It was such a reading that would send a house in
raptures. But this being Asia and not Texas , the audience was
quietly respectful and undemonstrative in applause. Here is a potential
finalist, and to my surprise, he is only sixteen!
The first woman to perform in the quarter-finals
was MAKI WIEDERKEHR (Switzerland ), possibly of
mixed-Japanese descent, who offered Beethoven’s E major Sonata (Op.109). Her androgynous appearance in long pants, instead
of the customary dress gown, was a first! Fortunately her playing was not
workmanlike, with the sonata’s first movement coming across wistfully and quite
beautifully, contrasted with the Prestissimo’s
passionate outburst. The Theme and
Variations that followed had a feel of stateliness in the theme, and the
variations wonderfully crafted. The staccato lightness and busy counterpoint in
the first and third variations showed her musicality, before closing with quite
sublime thrills.
The choice of Cesar Franck’s Prelude, Chorale and Fugue to close made
her programme a rather austere one when it should not have been the case. The Prelude sounded dead serious in B minor
but not without some luminous moments, and the Chorale that followed seemed to drag on for a while. Through the
broken chords, the chant-like melody was never lost, and equally well-defined
was the final Fugue, where she spun a
sonorous web of counterpoint, rock steady to the very end. It was exhausting
listening, but satisfying nonetheless. One wonders if it had been better if she
started with the Franck and ended with Beethoven.
If there were a prize for ingenious programming,
that would go to ZHU WANCHEN
(China), who opened his recital with Nikolai Medtner’s Canzona Matinata and Sonata
Tragica from the Forgotten Melodies
Op.39. These companion pieces could not
be more different, lyrical with a fantasy of filigree followed by extreme
vehemence and violence. His delicate finger-work in the Canzona should only be heard to be believed, while the shockwave of
sonorities in the Sonata impressed
not because of the sheer volume but by the intelligent way in which he builds
up the drama before dealing a final head-blow which the likes of Demidenko and
Hamelin might have been proud of.
The tragic key of C minor continued into
Beethoven’s Op.10 No.1 Sonata, with
its dramatic opening in dotted rhythm, which was delivered with much crispness
and incisiveness. The A flat major slow movement provided some respite before
closing with a scherzo-like finale which had a playful sense of mischief about
it. Speaking of mischief-making, Zhu’s choice of Lowell Liebermann’s Gargoyles was also an excellent one.
Popularised by Stephen Hough, these four character pieces from the 20th
century pitted the diabolical and grotesque with the dreamy and ghostly, before
closing with swashbuckling bravura. Zhu is one pianist I can safely recommend
for the next round.
It was past six in the evening when LIU YILIN (China ) took to the platform,
and one could be forgiven for satiety and exhaustion by this time. Even Des Abends, the first piece from
Schumann’s Fantasy Pieces Op.12,
sounded appropriate as its nocturnal theme began to sink in. It was the sheer
variety of these characteristic pieces which prevented boredom from setting in.
Aufschwung soared, while Warum? probed, and you know the rest.
The young lady’s technique held up well for the more difficult numbers such as In Der Nacht, and the vertiginous Traumes Wirren, before the valedictory
closing piece. Thankfully, her Beethoven Sonata
was a short one, the same E minor Op.90 that opened the afternoon’s session. If
there were some basis for comparison, I would say hers had more colour and
contrasts, and coming from tired ears, that’s saying a bit.
As if tagged on as an encore, Ravel’s Un barque sur l’ocean from Miroirs, provided a most joyous rush of
sound. The ripples built up into waves that lapped and tossed the little boat,
and never had this piece sounded so freshly spun. The audience had to endure
another asinine intrusion as one old lady fiddled endlessly with a polythene
bag and binoculars (May I uncharitably add that that bag would have found a
perfect fit over her face), but that did little to dampen the beauty that was
issuing from the piano.
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