FOU TS’ONG’S MOZART
On 11 January 2014, four music critics attended the Singapore Symphony Orchestra concert to witness 80-year-old Chinese pianist Fou Ts’ong’s performance of Mozart’s Piano Concerto No.23 in A major (K.488). Here are their views:
is a well-known constitutional lawyer, hi-fi aficionado and musicophile, former President of the
Heritage Society, and former classical
critic of the BigO magazine. Singapore
As the lights dimmed, out walked a man too young to be Fou Ts’ong. He proceeded to announce the impending performance by Fou Ts’ong and urge the audience to join the SSO in wishing Fou Ts’ong a Happy 80th Birthday. Did a quick check – Fou was born on the 10th of March in
– so he was two months shy of his ninth decade. From a distance, the lanky Fou
Ts’ong did not look 80, but his gait and stooped shoulders gave him away. Hair
slicked back and dressed in a black silk Chinese top, Fou made his way slowly
to the piano, sat down and nodded his readiness to the conductor Lan Shui.
The orchestral introduction was taken slowly, the first indication that this was not to be a firecracker performance. Fou’s entry was muted and strangely lethargic and while he clearly had the measure of the music, he was not able to get all his cylinders firing. Age had clearly caught up with the old magician. The legendary touch and sound were still there, but in flashes rather than in swathes. Every so often, one heard the Fou Ts’ong of old – urbane, cultured, manicured, slightly mischievous, and just-so – but not enough of it.
The sublime second movement was little better, but far more acceptable, as Fou coaxed a wide range of sounds and shades from the piano. Alas, the patchiness of the first movement persisted and at points, the pace began to sag and teetered on the brink of somnolence. Fou appeared to be having some problem with his right hand as his otherwise pristine runs would mysteriously slosh about in muddiness from time to time. It did not help that the orchestra was often too loud and threaten to drown Fou out.
But in the third movement, Fou was 40 again. It was as if the first movements were little more than warm-up sessions for this finale which he took at breath-taking pace. I almost dared not breath, for fear that he could not sustain the tempo, but Fou had clearly found his momentum and he sailed – dare I say ‘effortlessly’ – through to the end in a triumph of prestidigitation. It was the only movement where both pianist and orchestra seemed to be ad idem, and as the last notes of the orchestra died away, the audience roared lustily. Maybe Sir Thomas Beecham was right after all, so long as you start together and end together, the public will think it a good performance.
PHAN MING YEN
is a lecturer at Republic Polytechnic where he is pursuing a doctoral thesis in writing (hence the poetry). In his previous lives, he was music critic for The Straits Times, Editor of The Arts Magazine, and Programme Director of The Arts House. He is the author of the book of short stories “That Night On The Beach”.
Listening to Fou Ts'ong with Mozart
(afterXu Zhimo's saying)
Like a scholar from the past he leaves,
Just like the gentleman he is
when he earlier walked on;
he smiles softly to the audience
Or perhaps to the memory of a Western sky.
Those soft hued notes
that floated up from the keyboard
Are like young brides in the setting sun;
The lightness of their bodies
Keeps echoing in my heart.
The Adagio that is like a siciliana moves
leisurely as if in reverie;
I am glad for such a pastoral mood,
a gentle flow within the
That modulation within those shades of notes
Holds not clear hope, but a broken dream
Crumpled within a body of sound,
Where forgotten quavers settle.
To search for that dream?
He runs with the Allegro Assai,
Upwards with scales and broken octaves,
That burst from the stardom of his youth,
a desperate clutch for the past
Yet, now he cannot play too fast,
perhaps peace is indeed his farewell music;
fortes are now silent for him,
For Mozart this evening
is mezzo forte, mezzo piano
Quietly he leaves,
Just as quietly as he came;
Gently with a nod of his head,
He does not give away a single encore.
is a pianist, oboist and founder-editor of the classical music blog Plink, Plonk, Plunk (plinkplonkplunk.blogspot.sg)
They say that opposites attract, and that cannot be more true in the case of husband-and-wife pianists Fou Ts'ong and Patsy Toh's playing styles. The elderly couple was here in
to perform and teach; Toh played a recital of Schubert
and Chopin at the Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts' Lee Foundation Theatre last
Monday evening, while last night Fou was accompanied by the Singapore Symphony
Orchestra at the Esplanade Concert Hall in a performance of Mozart's Piano Concerto in A Major, K488. Singapore
Toh walked slowly onstage, her gait slightly uneven, and with some difficulty took a bow before readying herself. Her playing was poetic and lyrical, managing to make the showpieces sound non-virtuosic. The technique was obviously beneath her, as she glided through the difficult passages in Chopin's Barcarolle and Fourth Scherzo with ease, delicately navigating through them without drawing any attention to the virtuosic writing. Instead, she drew attention to the countermelodies, gently coaxing them out while keeping the melody and accompaniment beneath. She was a picture of elegance and eloquence as she sat playing at the piano, still, unmoving, without any dramatic antics, letting her music express itself.
If Fou Ts'ong was a legend, his glory days were definitely behind him, his playing merely a shadow of better years past. Fou picked a slow tempo for the first movement and plodded along slowly with uneven notes, playing with what can only be described as fragile beauty. The orchestra, too, also sounded uninspired, letting him down with their nonchalant attitude. Perhaps it would have been better for an octet or chamber group to accompany him instead, as the orchestra was often much too loud when contrasted with his brittle and small sound.
The second movement was even slower and almost spiritual; in Fou's reverie-like state and use of rubato, he seemed to be conveying some kind of sadness in regret or nostalgia. Unlike his wife, his gestures were extravagant, shaking his head and lifting his arms high as he played. The finale that followed was so surprisingly fast that one wondered if he could sustain the energy and tempo until the end. He kept up till the end, even speeding up. At the end if it all, the audience cheered and clapped, possibly out of relief, or happy to have watched the living legend perform in what may be one of his final performances.
PianoManiac's review may be found in the main review of the SSO concert below.