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Arts writing by Thomas May

Mirror and Prism: Bruce Liu in Recital

Bruce Liu; photo: Jorge Gustavo Elias

What an astonishing recital Bruce Liu gave Tuesday night at Meany Performances. Playing from a chair rather than a piano bench – which initially looked a little uncomfortable, though Liu soon seemed entirely at home – he combined incredible dexterity and control with extraordinary refinement and intelligence, all applied to a program that ranged widely without ever seeming random.

Which was part of the fun. Threads kept surfacing and disappearing: Spain viewed from within and without, through Ravel, Mompou, Albéniz and Liszt; flashes of French Impressionism; Beethoven’s C-sharp minor “Moonlight” followed by Chopin’s Nocturne in the same key and then its enharmonic major, D-flat. The connections were there, but Liu didn’t harp on them.

Ligeti’s Fanfares was a terrific opener, witty and kinetic, and Liu went straight from it into the “Moonlight” without a break. The transition immediately put Beethoven in a different light. Liu’s remarkable ability to separate strands of texture – to let you hear every line, every note within a chord – set an ultra-familiar sonata in a freshly revealing light.

Only the first movement left me wanting a little more – it seemed somehow too subdued. But that, I realized, was me adjusting to Liu’s distinctive personality. The little Allegretto had real character of its own, its syncopations gently weighted, rather than a way station to the stormy finale – and Liu resisted every temptation to overplay the latter. No pounding, no melodrama. The lightness of his touch actually made the turbulence more gripping.

The two Chopin Nocturnes, Op. 27, are obvious territory for the 2021 Chopin Competition winner, and they showed off one of Liu’s greatest strengths: incredible filigree that never loses the long line. There is delicacy in his playing, certainly, but “delicate” doesn’t begin to cover it. The refinement comes with astonishing control and agility. Then there’s the joy. Ravel’s Alborada del gracioso crackled with wit, rhythmic bite, and deliciously mercurial changes of character.

After intermission Liu set up another surprise. He crafted another de facto Beethovenian prelude with Debussy’s brief early Rêverie from 1890, allowing it to flow directly into the “Waldstein” (again, before applause could break the spell). For me, the “Waldstein” was the high point of a very high evening. Liu’s gravity-defying nimbleness and crystalline articulation made me rethink all those heavy “heroic Beethoven” associations. His account had an architectonic grace that managed to be buoyant and probing at the same time – and always brilliantly clear.

The Introduzione mirrored the interludial role of the “Moonlight” Allegretto, in a darker mood, and Liu made its transition into the finale feel weirdly surprising while still inevitable. He brought a rainbow lightness and clarity to the last movement that left me giddy.

Mompou’s Glossa sobre “Au clair de lune” from 1946 (a spare fantasy on the familiar French folk tune) was wonderfully plainspoken after all that invention, and Isaac Albéniz’s 1905 El Puerto (from Iberia Book I, evoking the bustle and dance rhythms of Cádiz) burst into extroverted rhythmic life.

The recital’s capstone was the huge Rhapsodie espagnole composed around 1863 from Spanish material he had first explored after his 1845 tour of Spain and Portugal – a virtuoso fantasy on La Folia and the Jota aragonesa. By this point, all those French and Spanish colors heard earlier in the evening seemed to feed into it. Liu had the firepower for Liszt’s most extravagant demands, obviously, but he made the piece glitter rather than thunder with virtuosity, all refracted through the clarity and rhythmic ingenuity that characterized his playing all evening.

Liu’s stage manner was strikingly modest and retiring, shy of the vociferous applause. Yet he kept returning, offering a generous lagniappe of four encores, including two Chopin Études (“Aeolian Harp” and “Black Key,” if I’m not mistaken) and Philip Glass’s Étude No. 6.

Filed under: Beethoven, Maurice Ravel, Meany Center for the Performing Arts, pianists, review, , , , ,

Two Faces of Romanticism: A Recital by Yulianna Avdeeva

Yulianna Avdeeva; photo (c) Carlin Ma

Yulianna Avdeeva‘s Sunday afternoon recital at Benaroya Hall seemed to be timed especially well: The New York Times published a story that day about the unexpected find of a waltz by Chopin. Her refined interpretations of that composer suggested how much remains open to discovery, even in the case of long-familiar pieces.

Avdeeva burst on the scene when, at the age of 25, she took the gold medal in the 2010 Chopin Competition (the first woman since Martha Argerich to have garnered the award). She recently released Chopin: Voyage, an album focused on late works that he composed while surrounded by nature, which the Moscow-born pianist recorded in the idyllic setting of Tippet Rise Art Center in Montana. She performs widely across Europe but still seems to be something of a well-kept secret in the US. On the basis of Sunday’s performance, I certainly hope that changes.

Though for years they lived just a few minutes away from each other by foot in Paris, Chopin and Liszt inhabit such strikingly different worlds that it was fascinating to find them juxtaposed on Avdeeva’s program, with one half devoted to each composer. 

She began with Chopin, lingering on the first note as she launched into the Op. 30 Mazurkas, as if preparing to whisk us away from ordinary life. In his 1851 biography of Chopin (likely co-written with his Polish mistress, Princess Carolyne von Sayn-Wittgenstein), Liszt ascribes to Chopin’s mazurkas “the most delicate, tender, and evanescent shades,” evoking impressions that are “purely personal, always individualized and divided.” 

Each of the four mazurkas in the Op. 30 set, which Avdeeva played without breaks, indeed seemed to be a separate microcosm rather than another elaboration on a type. Her management of micro-transitions, of the slightest fluctuation of mood, was especially impressive. Even in the more assertive No. 3 in D-flat, an inner melancholy shaded the echoing phrases. 

Avdeeva maintained a spirit of improvisation while executing compelling and clearly thought-out ideas about each piece with breathtaking precision. 

The Op. 60 Barcarolle in F-sharp major suggested an idealized singer in a state of ecstasy – a melody beyond human reach yet fallible with emotion, as far as could be from mechanical virtuosity. 

Avdeeva spun out the sense of mystery and enigmatic wandering that makes the Op. 45 Prelude in C-sharp minor so beguiling, while the Scherzo No. 3 (in the same key) abounded in well-judged contrasts and textural control.

It was above all in the Andante spianato and Grande Polonaise brillante, Op. 22, that Avdeeva revealed new facets. Her Chopin involves such complex, meticulously articulated gradations of weight and light that you realize how much variety lives within a single miniature – not just Schumann’s “cannons buried in flowers” in the case of Op. 22, but an entire epic encompassing heroic adventures and bravely intimate confessions. Rhythmic and dynamic nuances are a special forte with this pianist, who is equally subtle in she staging of rubato and crescendo. 

Avdeeva then turned from Chopin’s lyric poetry to the mystical, tormented Romanticism of his far longer-lived peer, Franz Liszt – and showed that she had a great deal to say on that score as well. Her combination of two late-period, avant-garde works from 1885 with the B minor Sonata  – all played seamlessly, as if transcribing a single brooding meditation by the robed, solitary Abbé – proved intriguing. 

On the one hand, with the Bagatelle sans tonalité and Unstern!  – Sinistre, the difference and distance from Chopin could not have been more pronounced. Avdeeva seemed to depict a stark search for threads of meaning amid Liszt’s harmonic vagaries, stalled by abysses of silence. The effect was utterly mesmerizing. 

When she arrived at the B minor Sonata, Avdeeva drew on the full arsenal of her stupendous technique to portray an intense psychic drama. The Benaroya Steinway resounded with the most thunderous playing of the afternoon, but Avdeeva also relished Liszt’s celestial harmonies and gossamer ornaments, articulating with a scintillating transparency that recalled Chopin – and what Liszt admired in Chopin’s playing. Her two encores once again confronted the two personalities, offering prismatic accounts of Chopin’s Op. 42 Waltz in A-flat major and the Concert Paraphrase Liszt made from Rigoletto.

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