Hugo Wolf (1860-1903) was the Austrian composer of the late Romantic era who is primarily remembered for his art songs. He had a troubled life, and composed in periods of white-hot intensity during which he would work on a single song for 2 or 3 days continuously with no sleep until it was perfect.

These days-long stretches occurred mostly in the years 1888 and 1889, when he was in his late twenties. During his brief life, his creativity was frequently interrupted by prolonged bouts of depression. He wrote his last song in 1898, before suffering a mental collapse. He gradually lost his mind to insanity, dying in 1903 at the age of 43.

He was a fervid follower of Richard Wagner in his style of composition, which put him at enmity with the followers of Brahms—Wagner and Brahms being the two musical “camps” that young composers, and refined society as a whole, fell in with. Wolf’s music was mercilessly vilified in the musical press by the Brahms crowd, and equally cheered by the Wagnerians. Wolf’s music was all about color and passion—there could never be enough for him.

Wolf would write seven groupings of songs: Liederstrauss, Mörike-Lieder, Eichendorff-Lieder, Goethe-Lieder, Dem Vaterland, Spanisches Liederbuch, Italienisches Liederbuch, and Michelangelo Lieder.

“Verborgenheit” is from the second set, the Morike-Lieder, a collection of 53 songs that became Wolf’s acceptance as a major composer for voice. Eduard Mörike was the author of poetic idylls and delightful fairytales, a “bucolic, charmingly inadequate and ineffectual country clergyman and a nature poet par excellence with an engaging sense of humor” (per a Hyperion description). His poems inspired Wolf to write some of his most popular, enduring, and endearing songs, among which is “Verborgenheit. All 53 of these songs were written in the year 1888, an astonishingly productive year.

For Wolf lovers, “Verborgenheit” is at or near the top of a long list of loved songs. Here is the text in English:

Let, O world, O let me be!
Do not tempt with gifts of love,
Let this heart keep to itself
Its rapture, its pain!

I do not know why I grieve,
It is unknown sorrow;
Always through a veil of tears
I see the sun’s beloved light.
Often, I am lost in thought,
And bright joy flashes
Through the oppressive gloom,
Bringing rapture to my breast.

Let, O world, O let me be!
Do not tempt with gifts of love,
Let this heart keep to itself
Its rapture, its pain!


About the performers:

Barbara Bonney (b. 1956) is an American operatic lyric soprano. She has also been an active solo recitalist. One of the most interesting things about Bonney is that she grew up playing cello, on which she was quite accomplished. She only switched over to voice when she was in her early twenties, studying at the University of Salzburg.

Geoffrey Parsons (1929-1995) was an Australian pianist who primarily accompanied singers. After the death of the great Gerald Moore, he was generally considered to be the world’s finest and most sensitive accompanist.

Pictures: Wolf, Morike, Bonney, Parsons.

Friends, this will be my last post for a while. Happy listening.







Continuing our Beethoven Sonata survey…

Beethoven wrote the A-flat Major sonata in 1801 when he was 31 shortly after he composed his first symphony. The calmness of this sonata and the exuberance of the first symphony would seem to indicate that Beethoven was experiencing a peaceful time in his young life. The sonata was published in 1802.

When pianists think of Opus 26, they immediately think of its unusual form. Of the four movements, not one is actually in sonata form, the prevailing formal structure involving the development of two themes in a tightly regulated harmonic scheme. Each one of the movements, rather, is like a separate character piece. The pianist Angela Hewitt likens the sonata to a divertimento, which was a loosely gathered set of pieces that have no thematic relationship to each other.

The theme and five variations of the first movement are comforting, almost “religious,” as Beethoven’s prodigy Carl Czerny regarded them. The sparkle of the second movement scherzo is followed by a surprise funeral march third movement. Very ambiguously—and with no explanation—Beethoven subtitled this third movement, a “funeral march on the death of a hero.”

Chopin regarded the Opus 26 sonata as his favorite Beethoven sonata, playing it often and teaching it. (It would have been a relatively “new” work at the time, written just 30 years previously.) It seems likely that the part of the sonata that Chopin was most attracted to was the third movement funeral march. His own second sonata has a slow movement funeral march, which has become the most famous funeral march in all of classical music.

The fourth movement is very much like an etude, with running sixteenth notes throughout. Hewitt speculates that Beethoven was influenced into writing such an etude-like piece by his recent acquaintance with John Baptist Cramer, the transplanted German living in England who wrote many similar etudes for the purpose of finger development.

My personal feeling about not only Opus 26, but the sonatas of this period of Beethoven’s life—his late 20’s and early 30’s—is that his etude-like movements such as this one are really very much FUN to play. In Opus 26, Beethoven omits a flashy brilliant conclusion in favor of simply fading away.

As always—Richard Goode’s playing of Beethoven is exemplary.

Let me parenthetically say, in this post, that we are approaching the half-way point in the sonatas. I do hope that, in addition to reading and listening to these Beethoven sonatas here in Facebook, you’ll take the time at some point to visit my music-i-love.com site and click on the BEETHOVEN SONATAS on the right-hand side, which will allow you, should you desire, to listen to all the sonatas chronologically as Beethoven wrote them or in any other way that suits you. As I’ve mentioned before, the Beethoven Sonatas–along with Bach’s Well-Tempered Clavier–are considered to be the CENTRAL, indispensable portions of the entire piano repertoire.

Movement timings:

1st mov’t 0:00
2nd mov’t 7:39
3rd mov’t 10:17
4th mov’t 15:57

Pics: young Beethoven; John Baptist Cramer; theme of variations first movement.







The Who were an English rock band of the 1960’s. It would be an understatement to simply say they were influential in the world of rock music. They were huge. Their original lineup consisted of singer Roger Daltrey, guitarist Pete Townsend, bass guitarist John Entwhistle, and drummer Keith Moon. The band sold well over a hundred million albums, and their music continues to sell even now. They rightly regarded themselves as bridging the gap between rock music and pop art. Their music is true classic rock.

The Who were pioneers in a number of areas—the use of synthesizers (still a new phenomenon is the 1960’s), their use of gigantic PA systems in concert (which caused a substantial hearing loss for Daltrey), and their attraction to auto-destructive art—destroying their instruments onstage at the conclusion of concerts—garnered attention all over the world.

There were many who regarded The Who’s nihilistic indulging in “auto-destructive art” as childish and pointless—especially if its real intent (as PeteTownsend characterized it) was to convey a revulsion for society’s previously-held beliefs which only led to war and death (the Vietnam War was in full swing). Probably not many in their audiences would have picked up on that. It was their music that counted, and of course, it is their music that will endure.



The last half of the 60’s, in particular, was The Who’s time in the sun. Their songs I Can’t Explain, My Generation, Substitute, Happy Jack, and Won’t Get Fooled Again were all well received in both the U.K. They were a featured act at Woodstock and the Isle of Wight Festival. I Can See For Miles, from 1967, was their first really big hit in the U.S.

It was a song I was attracted to for reasons that, at the time, I marveled at. The Who’s use of harmony, simple as it was, was—and is—something I love, and it is also something I was surprised to hear coming from a rock band. In the accompanying clip, you’ll hear at 0:25 five harmonies in succession, the first four of which include dissonances that resolve only in the fifth. They do this again at 1:14, 1:58, and 2:44. The structure of the song moves—finally—from a minor I chord to a major IV chord at 3:00, a relief the listener is unconsciously anticipating. And then, at 3:30, they repeat the series of dissonance-containing harmonies, this time extending the suspense by having SEVEN chords which only finally resolve in an eighth.

As is so often the case—in all music—it is the simple things, performed well, that make the difference in a work of music.



I don’t remember what suddenly—urgently—moved me, one Sunday afternoon in my first year of living in New York—to race to the subway from where I lived on the upper west side and go to SAM GOODY’S down near Carnegie Hall to buy The Who’s rock opera Tommy.

Sam Goody’s was, in those pre-Tower Records days and well before our digital age, THE place to buy LP’s in New York. One immediately scoured the Sunday Times every week to find the Sam Goody’s ad and see what their deals of the week were, whether in classical or pop music. Three LP’s for 6.99 was a good price. I bought at least a hundred LP’s there. I suppose it was probably their Sunday ad for Tommy that drew me to their store that afternoon.

Tommy was all innovation—a ROCK OPERA! And, it was not a parody of an opera. It had a story to relate—it tells the story about a “deaf, dumb and blind” boy, including his experiences with life and his relationship with his family—it had musical variety, it was lengthy (2 LPs), and mostly, and it was, throughout, well-written. It was NOT simply a group of songs, loosely collated together with the hopes that one of its song would be a breakout single.

It DID happen to have one of those, however! Pinball Wizard became the most respected—and at Who concerts, the most anticipated—song the group would ever play. It was played at every Who concert. Even in their semi-retirement, Roger Daltrey and Pete Townsend, continuing to tour, please their audiences with Pinball Wizard.
I’m certainly not the first to have been astounded by the drama in the music of Pinball Wizard. From the urgency of Townsend’s initial guitar chords which is suddenly followed by a “fuzz” guitar intrusion–to Daltrey’s high tenor voice–to Entwhistle’s hyper-active bass, bouncing back and forth with octave-sized jumps–to Moon’s locomotive-drumming—to say nothing of the lyrics about the deaf, dumb, and blind boy—Pinball Wizard had it all.







Slowly but surely, we are continuing our way through the five movements of Palestrina’s heavenly Pope Marcellus Mass with the third, and longest, movement, the Credo. Previously, I’ve posted the Kyrie (MIL #79) and the Gloria (MIL #396).

It is ironic that the work that is regarded as Palestrina’s greatest [which, for reference, would mean a 10 on the 1-to-10 scale, while the rest of his output would be in the 9.5 arena] was written in honor of a newly elected pope—Marcellus II—who reigned for a mere three weeks. Marcellus had a weak constitution and he succumbed to illness shortly after being named pope.

The texture of the entire mass—all five movements—is six voice polyphony. You may remember that Palestrina was THE musical voice of the Counter-Reformation. One of the paths the Catholic Church was taking in order to become a more real day-to-day part of parishioners’ lives was by making the texts of the musical portions of the mass more intelligible, more direct. Abandoning the melismatic weaving in and out of vocal lines, which had become traditional, in favor of a simpler homophonic declamatory text, Palestrina became the musical gateway for Catholics to hear and better understand what it was they professed to believe.

The centrally-located CREDO movement—always the third of a mass’s five movements—is most often also the longest movement. It is central because of the importance of its text to all Christians, and it is long because it includes the entire text of the Nicene Creed.

The Nicene Creed was a text that came out of the Second Ecumenical Council in 325 AD. In Nicea (in present day northwestern Turkey), this important meeting of church elders laid the foundations of Catholic belief for centuries to follow. Included in its deliberations was a universal statement of belief, which became known as the Nicene Creed. Here is that text:

We believe in one God,
the Father, the Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth,
of all that is, seen and unseen.

We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
the only Son of God,
eternally begotten of the Father,
God from God, Light from Light,
true God from true God,
begotten, not made,
of one Being with the Father.

Through him all things were made.
For us and for our salvation
he came down from heaven:
by the power of the Holy Spirit
he became incarnate from the Virgin Mary,
and was made man.

For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate;
he suffered death and was buried.
On the third day he rose again
in accordance with the Scriptures;
he ascended into heaven
and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead,
and his kingdom will have no end.

We believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life,
who proceeds from the Father and the Son.
With the Father and the Son he is worshiped and glorified.
He has spoken through the Prophets.
We believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.
We acknowledge one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.
We look for the resurrection of the dead,
and the life of the world to come. Amen.


Certainly, the aural beauty of Palestrina’s writing—always aided by the acoustics of whatever church it is being performed in—can—and did—go a long way in simultaneously comforting and educating congregants. From a musician’s perspective, of course, the text could be anything. It is the music that is gorgeous.


Pics: Palestrina; Pope Marcellus II; St. Peter’s Square, Vatican; interior of Basilica di Santa Maria Maggiore at the Vatican where Palestrina’s works would have been heard.








Back to 1868…like being in a time machine…

French composer Camille Saint-Saens (1835-1921) was a genius. Because he was a musical prodigy, a career in music seemed inevitable—and that is exactly what occurred. In his long lifetime, Saint-Saens became one of the best-known and most-performed musicians alive. But he also distinguished himself in the study of French literature, Latin and Greek, theology, mathematics, philosophy, archaeology and astronomy. He was particularly drawn to astronomy. He could have made a career in any of these fields.

As a musician, Saint-Saens was primarily a composer, but he was also the organist at the magnificent church La Madeleine, the church of the Empire (where, among others, the memorial services of Chopin and Faure were held). His teaching career at the École de Musique Classique et Religieuse in Paris was brief by choice—just five years—but it was substantial enough to hand down a revered legacy to his student Faure and Faure’s student, Ravel, both of whom regarded Saint-Saens as a genius of the highest order.


Saint-Saens wrote five piano concertos. In a previous posting, we heard Saint-Saens Fifth Piano Concerto (Music I Love # 244), nicknamed the “Egyptian” after its exotic second movement. The “Egyptian” does not get played that often, although in recent years French pianist Jean Ives-Thibaudet has become a vigorous champion of the work. One hears much more often the Second and Fourth Concertos. And, of all five concertos, there is no real question that the one with the most immediate audience appeal is #2. Saint-Saens wrote it in three weeks (!) when he was a young 33 years old.

The outer movements of the concerto, in particular, are replete with the fireworks that one would expect from a composer who is also a magnificent virtuoso pianist. The first movement is dramatic and serious, the third movement light as air, but both require impressive technical abilities.


Anyone reading my posts from the outset in 2017 will see that I have been delving deeper and deeper into Turkish music—music both modern and ancient, instruments both familiar and not so familiar, and performers both popular and classical. Obviously, being married to a first-rate Turkish musician—as well as having an extraordinary sister-in-law pianist—there have been some inevitable pro-Turkish musical influences on me. But Tiraje has never been one to push onto anyone her preferences or opinions (on anything). So, although she has always pointed out Turkish musical artistry to me, I find that I am only now hungrily asking her opinion about this and that music, this or that performer, and so on.


Verda Erman

There is no lack of great modern classical Turkish musicians, and perhaps that is most true concerning pianists. One of the pianists that Tiraje has introduced me to recently is Verda Erman, a pianist with both amazing technical and interpretive abilities. I am posting her playing today because it is so noteworthy.

Verda Erman became a State Artist in 1971, the year the honorary title was created (a title also held by Tiraje’s siter, Meral). She toured extensively around the world as a guest musician after 1971. She enjoyed successful tenures in Belgrade, Paris, Montreal and Bucharest. Pianist Rudolf Serkin invited her to the Marlboro Music School and Festival in the U.S. state of Vermont. She continued to perform with the Turkish Presidential Symphony Orchestra as piano soloist on the orchestra’s European tours. Erman’s death in 2014 from leukemia was a real blow to the world of Turkish classical music.

In today’s links, you will hear that Verda Erman’s abilities are not quite matched by the Istanbul Symphony, good as that orchestra is. Nor is the balance between soloist and orchestra ideal. Nevertheless, from a pianistic perspective, this is an outstanding Saint-Saens Second, one of the best I have ever heard.

For me, listening to Erman’s playing is like being in a time machine. How easy it is to imagine, while hearing Erman’s playing, that you are actually there in the hall as the young Saint-Saens premiered his concerto, with the great Anton Rubinstein conducting. This is amazing playing of an amazing work.







The reason for the existence of this scenario—going to school for a decade and then looking for a college job—the reason it exists in the first place—has to do with the simple rules of supply and demand. There are many, many very fine pianists in the U.S., a number that has been increasing every single year. And there are only so many colleges and universities out there.

I duly did what I had to do—doctoral work—but panic set in as I was nearing the end of it. I was a new father, I had responsibilities. I was doing my DMA in Cincinnati, and one day, I happened to see an index card job listing for “Sinclair Community College” up in Dayton. Long story short, I applied for the position, auditioned, and got that job. It was going to be a position that would tide Tiraje and I (and little Jason) over for a year or two. Thus far, I have worked there, chairing the music department and doing all things piano-related, fulltime and now part-time, for 38 years.

Why I stayed put in Dayton is another fascinating story–those who know me will appreciate my sense of humor, sarcasm-laced with a touch of self-deprecation–but for the moment, I’m just painting a picture of the overwhelming relief I had at being gainfully employed, in a collegiate setting. I had done it! From my perspective, I had beaten the odds, the ball in the roulette wheel had safely landed on “college job.”


So, I was still basking in the newness and comfort of being employed, in my second year of teaching, when the movie Tootsie came out. Those of you who are old enough will remember Tootsie—the Dustin Hoffman movie about an unemployable actor who adopts the identity of a woman just to get work. The movie was super successful, winning ten Academy Awards.

I saw no parallels to the movie plot and my own life—there are none—but I REALLY liked a song from the movie—“It Might Be You” sung by Stephen Bishop. The song itself was nominated for an Academy Award. There was something so hopeful about the lyrics, so archetypical and basic for a love song, and I found (still find, of course) the music very attractive. Like quite a number of James Bond movie themes, I actually felt the song was light years better than the movie itself. (Sorry, Tootsie fans.)

Its success could not have been too surprising, though. The music was written by famed movie-score composer Dave Grusin (The Graduate, Divorce American Style, On Golden Pond, Three Days of the Condor) with lyrics by the uber-lyricists Alan and Marilyn Bergman (The Way We Were, You Don’t Bring Me Flowers, What Are You Doing the Rest of Your Life). Stephen Bishop, a singer from San Diego, was just beginning to get the recognition he would ultimately earn with songs like “On and On” and “Save It For A Rainy Day.” Bishop’s career path was paved by Art Garfunkel, who chose two Stephen Bishop demos to record and perform. Garfunkel secured Bishop’s first recording contract.

Bishop’s golden voice is easy on the ears. You don’t have to be of any certain age to appreciate him or this well-written song.

Pics: Bishop in performance, Hoffman as “Tootsie.”






I hope everyone will trust me on this post, and give Sertab Erener a hearing. You will not regret it.

I’ve mentioned a number of times my widening acquaintance with Turkish music, both ancient—from Ottoman times—and current. One of the most popular singers on the Turkish pop and jazz scene these days that I’ve become familiar with is Sertab Erener.

My suggestion for listening to Sertab Erener would be to click on the YouTube links right now. You won’t understand the Turkish, but you will understand the sentiment and, if you’re like me, you will totally luxuriate in her voice. Her vibrato on open vowels is so nice, it makes you feel so comfortable.


The rough translation of “Sertab” is “radiance.” Erener grew up in a family that loved music, but she was not overly encouraged to pursue it. From her high school years onward, opera became her passion. Although she was accepted at a private arts high school, her father insisted on her receiving a public education. She did attend the Istanbul University State Conservatory (near my wife Tiraje’s home) and later, the Mimar Sinan Fine Arts University, also in Istanbul. An encounter with Sezen Aksu—the “Queen of Turkish Pop”—resulted not only in Erener becoming a backup singer for the star, but the recipient of a career boost beyond her imagination.

Aksu helped her with every detail of her first album release in 1992, when Sertab was 28. It became a surprise big hit all over Turkey. Her second album, La’l, was even more successful. Erener won the Eurovision Contest in 2003, the same contest that launched the careers of ABBA and so many other performers. She is now on her tenth album and has collected awards all over Europe and, of course, in Turkey.

Her personal life has been somewhat turbulent, in no small part due to health concerns. She suffered from debilitating ulcerative colitis her whole life, eventually needing three successive operations in the U.S. to save her life. She has been married three times.

Erener’s style and voice has been justly compared to that of Barbra Streisand, who was the greatest pop influence on her development. It is not often that a coloratura operatic soprano has a successful pop music career. Her ability to project a powerful voice and the utilization of a three-octave vocal range have served her well indeed.


La’L is the title song of Erener’s second album. The lyrics were written by Sezen Aksu with music by Fahir Atakoglu.  I’m offering it here both as a track from that album…


…and also in performance with the Izmir Big Band.  The Izmir Big Band is based in Izmir—Turkey’s third largest city, located on the Aegean coast. It is actually a traditional big band and jazz orchestra combination. Their repertoire is diverse—classical, jazz, rock and roll, tango and Latin, and nostalgic pop. The IBB was founded by Murat Han Turgut, drummer and Emrah Sayin, pianist. In this track, before Erener begins singing, there is an extended trumpet solo played by Tolga Bilgin to set the laid-back mood. He is a fine player whose artistry you’ll appreciate.

La’L is a melancholy song about wanting to return to one’s beautiful homeland.

Pics: Sertab Erener, Izmir Big Band, Tolga Bilgin.








I’ve had occasion to write about the Rachmaninoff Preludes in previous posts. They are 24 pieces, one in each major and each minor key, covering a vast amount of emotional territory, each one of which has very exacting technical demands for the performer. At least half a dozen of these are of the “greatest hit” variety, works that are firmly entrenched in the fingers of most pianists and in the aural memories of millions of listeners.

Also among Rachmaninoff’s works for piano are two books of Etudes-Tableaux, his Opus 33 and 39, a total of 17 etudes. Almost without exception, the technical challenges of the etudes-tableaux are a cut above the preludes. These are virtuoso pieces.

Rachmaninoff wrote the eight etudes that comprise the Opus 33 etudes in 1911 at the age of 38; he wrote the nine etudes that comprise Opus 39 in 1917.

I thought it might be interesting to contrast two of them, one in the most tragic of keys—E-flat minor, from Opus 39—and one in the most triumphant—E-flat major, from Opus 33. The links I have chosen are pretty extraordinary.


Although it may be difficult for present-day music lovers to understand, being accepted as a serious composer—a composer with musical ideas that had depth and “meaning”—however that is defined—was an uphill climb for Rachmaninoff. Much of his early piano music was regarded as being for the salon. A typical representation of the place Rachmaninoff held in Russian society prior to the 1917 Revolution is shown in the movie Doctor Zhivago in a scene where Rachmaninoff is playing his music in a salon in Zhivago’s in-laws apartment. (In the scene, Zhivago and his father-in-law leave the house-recital to go outside for a smoke, the inference being that coming and going from a salon recital was a barometer of how meaningless the event was.)

But Rachmaninoff’s etudes-tableaux were absolutely meant for the concert stage, and made it clear that Rachmaninoff was a contender.


Opus 39, no. 5, E-flat minor

Several years ago, the British classical music magazine Gramophone published an excellent article on Rachmaninoff, written by Bryce Morrison, from which I am quoting:

“The sticking, and now tipping, point surely lies in Rachmaninov’s unapologetic emotionalism, a quality dear to the Russian soul but one viewed with suspicion and even distaste by a more academic and circumspect mentality. Rachmaninov is now no longer exclusive to Russia but is performed by pianists of virtually every nationality – even the French have erased their once snobbish disdain. Yet if Rachmaninov’s Romantic rhetoric and deep-dyed melancholy are central to Russia, it must be said that even Sviatoslav Richter, Rachmaninov pianist par excellence, shied away from the emotional storms of Op 39 No 5, declaring, ‘Although I love listening to it I try to avoid playing such music as it makes me feel completely naked emotionally. But if you decide to perform it, be good enough to undress.’

If proof of Rachmaninov’s stature were needed it would surely be provided by the Etudes-tableaux, Op 39, his second book of studies and a notable advance in richness and complexity on the earlier but very attractive Op 33 set. Completed in 1917, the year of the Russian Revolution and the time of the composer’s enforced exile, they mirror a dark and clouded ecstasy…”

This E-flat minor etude has become, over the past century, a measuring stick of the technical prowess of many, many piano competition contestants. The turbulence of its storm and the darkness of its melody involve audiences from its first notes.

Alexei Sultanov was a Russian pianist from Uzbekistan. His story is pretty tragic. At the age of 19, he won the eighth Van Cliburn International Piano Competition. He was the youngest competitor in the competition. Part of the Cliburn prize involves performances around the world along with career management opportunity. Sultanov did not need to prove himself further after this win, but he made headlines again in 1995 at the International Chopin Competition. The jury awarded no grand prize, but offered Sultanov second prize, an award he rejected, feeling he should have won—a verdict that many others held—he was certainly the people’s choice.

In 1996, at the age of 27, he suffered what turned out to be his first stroke. He was diagnosed with blood clots in the brain. He suffered a second stroke onstage while performing in Tokyo. A third stroke in 2001 left him only able to play piano while in a wheelchair. Another stroke finally killed him in 2005.

This particular performance is from the 1989 Cliburn competition, which he won.


Etude Opus 33, no. 7 (The Fair)

I remember the first time I heard this etude was in a piano competition I was involved in. It was performed by a girl I knew—who ultimately won the contest—and as soon as I heard her last notes, I knew I had to learn the piece. What starts out sounding like a military march turns, by the last page, into a wonderful cascade of showering sounds. It is a great encore piece.

The moniker “tableaux” was an indication—from the composer himself—that he had been inspired by certain things—paintings, people, events, and so on—for the composition of each piece. He purposefully kept these associations to himself—like Chopin, he was dead-set against the idea of forcing upon listeners extra-musical associations. Nevertheless, when he was asked to allow the Italian composer Ottorino Respighi to orchestrate five of his etudes-tableaux, Rachmaninoff shared with Respighi certain information about the etudes. This particular etude reminded Rachmaninoff of a festive fair—and it certainly sounds that way.

This link is absolutely fascinating. First of all, it is of Rachmaninoff himself playing. It is yet another of Zenph Studios re-creations of original performances, taken from piano rolls, transferred with microscopic precision to a Yamaha Disclavier, and then—via their own software—superimposed with a colorful visual image of the work as it is played, with important notes given a larger appearance and different colors than less-important notes, and with time values accordingly indicated by size. The clip is both aurally and visually mesmerizing.

Two etudes-tableaux of Rachmaninoff…







Austere comfort…

I first encountered the Bach Cello Suites in the late 1980’s when I was in one of those I-know-this-is-important-music-that-I-am-just-not-familiar-with-so-what-am-I-waiting-for moods. I had a pretty clear idea of what I was about to hear, but I did not realize the size of the dose of musical profundity I was going to experience.

You may recall from Music I Love #318, the Bach B-flat Major Partita for keyboard, that I mentioned a few things about the baroque suite. A suite—which also went by other names such as “partita”—was a grouping of stylized dances—pieces not meant to be danced to, but reminiscent of dances that had been, or were, known to audiences of the time. Typically, these dances could include an allemande, a courante, a sarabande, a minuet, a bourree, a gavotte, and a gigue. Suites could include all of these dances or just a few. In his virtuoso suites for solo keyboard, violin, and cello, Bach would also include an introductory Prelude, which was often—because of its position and length—the most substantial piece of his suites.

So I knew, from reading about them, that Bach’s cello suites were landmark—monumental, even—works for cello. I knew they had lain in obscurity for nearly 200 years until the 20th century cellist Pablo Casals brought them to public attention. I knew that, in writing for the solo cello, Bach had created textures that would make it seem to the listener that multiple musical lines were occurring—that he effectively wrote counterpoint for cello. I had even read the famous quotation from Wilfred Mellers Man and His Music that in the cello suites, Bach had, in his monophonic cello music, “created a dance of God.”

But I had not listened to a single note of the cello suites until I was in my late 30’s. And so the first notes of a cello suite I heard were the first notes of the first suite in G major in the set of complete cello suites played by a relatively young Yo-Yo-Ma.

I found—and still find—the music to have dual qualities—austere yet comforting. Like hearing a comforting voice from afar while you are crossing a lonely space. That is still my reaction to them. They draw you in and keep your attention, note by note.

In the G Major Suite, the Prelude has, over the decades since Casals, become the most recognizable piece in the suite. But make no mistake, Bach draws the listener “into” every movement, one after another.

Pablo Casals, the Spanish cellist who is considered one of greatest cellists of all time, was in a thrift shop at the age of 13 when he found a very old score of the cello suites. Subsequently, he learned them and performed all six suites in public his whole life. But it was not until he was 60 years old that he recorded them. Their popularity skyrocketed, as the whole world of art music became aware of their existence.

The Cello Suites are a central part of every serious cellist’s repertoire today. Every great cellist has recorded them. Two cellists—Yo-Yo Ma and Janos Starker—won Best Instrumental Soloist Grammys for their respective recordings of the suites.

Just to give a little context and chronology to where these works appear in Bach’s output: I’ve posted a number of his Cantatas in MIL, the vast majority of which were written after Bach settled in Leipzig in 1723—where he remained for the rest of his life, and where his duties were, primarily, wrapped up with the Lutheran Church. The BWV numbers given to these cantatas—which start at #1 and proceed upwards—would give the idea to the uninitiated that these were Bach’s first works. But such is not the case. The BWV (Bach Werke Verzeichnis) catalog simply lists works by category with no regard for chronology. The Cello Suites—numbered BWV 1007-1012—actually predate Bach’s time in Leipzig when he lived and worked in Kothen, and could spend considerably more time writing instrumental, secular music. The G Major suite dates from 1717, when Bach was 32 years old.


The performance I am linking to is one I find quite amazing. Once again, this is a performance in Royal Albert Hall in London. Royal Albert Hall seats 5300 people and has a 150 year history of hosting the very best performers in every musical genre. When Tiraje and I saw Royal Albert Hall, we were blown away by its size, its majesty, and its incredible history—all well documented in photos along the corridors which ring the outside of the performance space.

To confidently come out into the middle of its stage, in front of a full house, and melt into your own world of sound creation for an extended period of time—to hold an audience captive with your every note—with perfect intonation and grace—all of which Ma does here—is…well, I’m at a loss for words. Astonishing? Amazing? Admirable?

This is a great performance. I hope everyone will enjoy it.

0:12 Prelude
2:42 Allemande
7:02 Courante
9:47 Sarabande
12:33 Menuet I & II
16:04 Gigue







Twelve-tone beauty–not an oxymoron…

First off, let me apologize for all the references in my posts about my college years, whether at Juilliard in New York or at the College-Conservatory of Music in Cincinnati. I can imagine that they get tedious. Other musicians though, I know, can relate to their collegiate years as being, for them personally, like the blooming of a flower or maybe the process of metamorphosis in butterflies, a time of intense and rapid and exciting and unanticipated growth.

And so it was for me. For me, maybe even more so than other pianists I knew because—whether by nature or choice or the narrow scope of my music education prior to college—I was a musical conservative. As I entered Juilliard, I considered most music of the 20th century to be an aberration—a large and continuous but nevertheless real aberration, a mistake. Bela Bartok, for me—one of the pillars of 20th century music whose works will live on as long as music is performed—was a bridge too far for my consideration. You get the idea.

With my head firmly buried in the sand, I entered into my collegiate years. I would love to say that my “conversion” to openmindedness—and to seriously understand that music has its own evolution—was something that happened spontaneously. But it actually took some time.

By the time I was in my doctoral studies, I was no longer so stuck in this conservatism—no longer exercising that knee-jerk rejection to music that was in some way “different.” While at CCM, one of my required courses was Modern Piano Music—or some such title, I actually forget what the class was called—for all grad student piano majors. It was taught by Jeanne Kirstein, a woman with a lovely personality, a pianist with a national reputation as a modern music champion, and who looked (in my retrospective remembrance) like a less severe version of Jeane Kirkpatrick, Ronald Reagan’s U.N. ambassador.

Although my stance toward the modern had softened somewhat, I let her know that I was hardly a proponent of serialism—the system of music composition devised by Arnold Schonberg in the 1920’s.

Serialism is one of the larger sub-topics in all of 20th century music. In a single post like this, laying out the particulars of serial music is neither necessary or possible, but the foundational fundamentals are important to know with regard to the Dallapiccola, so bear with me.

Serial music, in its initial and purist form, is music composition in which the form of a piece relies on the arbitrary arrangement of the twelve different pitches within the octave, C-C sharp-D and so on up to B, as a basis for a composition. These twelve tones can appear in any order the composer desires, so long as no pitch is repeated. That particular arrangement is then referred to as the “row” for the piece. The intervallic arrangement of the “row” can be then be inverted or the notes of the row can appear in reverse order (“retrograde”), and the composer is free to create chords using combinations of these pitches as the work progresses.

This is the briefest possible explanation of 12-tone music. Some musicians—like pianist and fellow composer Artur Schnabel—hailed 12-tone serialism as the greatest “spiritual breakthrough” in the history of music. Many others lamented it as being the death of art music. As it no longer relied on—indeed, it completely abandoned—harmony as it had been known, it was a totally different kind of music. “Atonal” music—with no harmonic centers, no aural markers or boundaries–seemed—again, not to all, but to many, including myself—to have taken a very wrong path.

The great Leonard Bernstein had written in his Joy of Music book that traditional harmony such as had been in existence for centuries was the NATURAL evolution of music and that he expected it to NEVER go away, regardless how long humanity existed. Serialism—12-tone music—seemed to put a dagger in the heart of that kind of philosophy.

From our perch here in 2019, I think it is correct to say that serialism will ultimately be regarded as a lengthy but temporary phenomenon in art music.


But to return to my Dallapiccola. So, I had let Jeanne Kirstein know about my aversion to twelve tone music. She said she would like for me to learn Luigi Dallapiccola’s Quaderna Musicale di Annalibera, a twelve-tone work, and play it for the class. I begrudgingly accepted the assignment. And I was very glad I did. Kirstein was very encouraging to me, telling me that, in spite of my predisposition against the work, I had given an exemplary performance and that I ought to consider going down that very broad road—which certainly had room for me–of modern piano music.


The Quaderno is a work written by the Italian composer Luigi Dallapiccola in 1952 as an “exercise book” (quaderno) and dedicated to his 8-year old daughter Annalibera. It is a work that, to my ears and I think in the ears of many other musicians, makes serialism not just palatable, but enjoyable.

The work is comprised of eleven brief pieces. I could list their names here, but they are all essentially musical terms that have no bearing on the emotional content of each piece. The work, in total, is dense but includes enough references to traditional harmony—as when, say, three pitches of a recognizable major or minor chord appear simultaneously or in quick succession—to help listeners—like I was, anyway—relate.

I am certain—very certain—that this piece will not appeal to the majority of my readers. But I do think that the Quaderno contains beauties that are there for us to behold if we allow ourselves to step “outside the box”—and that it will definitely make its mark in some listeners’ imaginations.


Ciro Longobardi is one of the most highly revered pianists of 20th and 21st century piano music. He and his Ensemble Dissonanzen perform all over the world. He is professor of piano at the Conservatorio G. Martucci in Salerno, and has also taught at the Manhattan School of Music and the University of Chicago.

Pictures are Dallapiccola, and Dallapiccola with his daughter Annalibera.