Sugar and Music
As promised in my previous blog about Schumann in Toronto, going back - again - to these negative reviews which have started to make me think about expression in music, I will try to express my thoughts about it, since I am very much aware of the fact that these are not just some critics believing I am not expressive enough, but also many cellists.
Teaching and Performing in Portland
My good friend Carlos Kalmar, music director of the Oregon Symphony, made me arrive early here in beautiful Portland, as early as I never had to arrive before a performance: three days in advance. And since I was too stressed out with other stuff, I didn't even realize until I got here, that I could have stayed two days longer at home.
Rostropovich is dead
I just received a text message on my cellphone with the sad news that Mstislav Rostropovich has passed away. Still sitting here at Copenhague airport, and even though I was prepared (I knew he was severely ill, cancer in its last stadium) I feel like in shock. My plane is leaving in 15 minutes and I don't feel the motivation to get up and do the normal thing like standing in line and boarding.
Reviews and the right way of music making
I like reviews, like the concept of some anonymous writer being able to say whatever pleases him about what we just did. Normally people and musician friends who show up after concerts won't say the truth (well, there is no truth to start with) - whatever is being said is highly subjective. But in general musicians never really say what they think to other musicians after their performance, which is also due to the fact that we don't even want to hear any criticism right after a performance.But as musicians are very hard to please, so are reviewers, as we all know - and more than musicians, they often have some very strong (almost preconceived) ideas how certain pieces should be played. If the musical ideas have their origin in them studying the score, I am happy. The problem is when critics get their musical knowledge and references from recordings. In recordings everything sounds so much more present and direct (and more perfect...) that they are a hard act to follow. Besides that - why should we want to play and interpret the pieces like they have been interpreted in the past 50 years?
Appearance in German Breakfast TV
This morning I had the rather unique publicity chance to have a 6 minute appearance in the "Zweite Deutsche Fernsehen", the Second German Public TV-Station, a show with the highest attendance rating, and my slot was the best in that show... I have played a number of important and unimportant concerts, but this kind of stress is completely different. First they picked me up at 7:10 am, 1h40 before I had to actually do my thing. Yes, little sound check, bit of make-up, but that took about 10 minutes. The rest of the time I had plenty of time to realize that this is something I haven't done much and might not be so good at. As a matter of fact, the last time I did it, I completely sucked...
Recording Reger - soon it's over :)
Sitting with a glass of red wine after the first day of recording - how much more fulfilling does life get? Next to me my dear producer Andrew Keener, who kept up with my horrible moods during the last movement of the last Reger Suite - my God, why does this guy write such difficult stuff????
Free Time - with Reger and Sports...
Oh, this is so sad, my concert-free time between the Shostakovich No.2 in Halle on Feb 22 and the rehearsals in Amsterdam for Sinfonia Concertante which start on March 9 is almost over.
Projection, or "Is cello really a solo instrument?"
One blogger (Thomas Walter) sent me last week an e-mail asking about projection, and I thought this was an interesting issue for this little forum here.
Haydn in Nashville - bad travelling...
There seems to be some kind of curse on my travelling to the US this year. Already the trip to San Diego was in both direction hindered by missed or cancelled planes. To Utah the same thing, and now I had to fly to Nashville....It started already on the day of my departure. My original flight from Berlin via Frankfurt and Washington was supposed to leave at 2:35 pm on Feb 13. That gave me enough time to practice in the morning, go to my weekly tennis lesson (which I missed already 4 times in a row this year...), shower, pack, lunch with wifee and travel - well, when I got home after tennis at 11:50 am there was a message on my cellphone informing me, that my flight Frankfurt-Washington had been cancelled, the only chance would be to fly via Munich, at 12:50 pm.
Prokofiev Sinfonia Concertante in Utah
Just got back to the hotel after playing a run-out performance with the Utah Symphony in Ogden, 32 miles from Salt Lake City.I had to play one of my favourite concerti, the Sinfonia Concertante by Prokofiev, a piece which works really well if one takes the markings of the composer seriously - shaves off about 10 minutes from performances. Actually rather simple: just don't drop to half speed whenever there is a slow tune to milk. Think long lines, think like a singer, and immediately the piece grows and becomes much more effective.
Never Sick...
I am never sick. Actually I am normally even bragging about my desire to "sick", thinking of being able to stay in bed all day, to read books, papers, to listen to music, hoping of hot tea and the pity of the loved ones... Well, what can I say - after the snow storm in Dallas couldn't stop me on my way back to Europe, and the century storm "Kyrill" two days later delayed my homecoming from Jersey for only five hours, it was my son Janos who gave me his infection - a little flew.
The "Art" of memorising
In the last response to my last blog David asked about how I memorize, and since I don't have any secrets and would like to share maybe useful techniques, here we go.
Concentration
Bob asked in one of the last Blogs how my Reger went last week. The situation was that I tried to force myself to learn music which I have to play respectively record next year.
We are our own worst judges
How was your concert? - I never know how to answer this question. I don't know, honestly, how good (or bad) a concert was I played in myself. Why is that? Because we are our own worst judges.
Hesitation before practice
Do you know how it feels when you have this pile of work in front of you to practice and you can't really move yourself behind the cello? Or any instrument for that matter?
Romantic Celloconcertos II Hyperion
In March 2006 I recorded the second Volume of Romantic Celloconcertos with the Radiosinfonieorchester Berlin under the direction of Hannu Lintu in the Jesus-Christus-Kirche in Berlin (the same venue where Karajan recorded many of his records) - concerti by Schumann, Dietrich, Gernsheim and Volkmann. Why would I record pieces I have never heard of. Why not Schumann with Rococo, Dvorak and Elgar? These are concertos I play over and over, I know backwards and I interpret differently to other performers. Why not? Because I wouldn't buy this disc myself - have already too many like that. Because I find it more interesting to enlarge the cello repertoire than to jump around the same (beautiful) handful of pieces. To learn completely new pieces for just one performance which is forgotten as soon as it has been played, is almost not worth the effort. For a cd it's different - you can show to an audience of several thousand listeners, that there are other worthy pieces, and you can play them over and over again.
"Tristan" for a 7-year-old
Just got back from "Tristan and Isolde" at the Staatsoper unter den Linden (in Berlin), and I wanted to write about this, because I went with my 7-year-old son János. After going with him on our motorbike to watch our local soccer team Hertha BSC win at the Olympic Stadium (where the world cup finals took place) three days ago, I took him today to his first "real" opera, not counting Hänsel and Gretel or Pinocchio. And it was for real: four and a half hours of music, intense, beautifully conducted by the living legend Daniel Barenboim, and this little son of mine was sitting through the whole thing with red cheeks, even getting the orgastic climaxes throughout the opera. I was all prepared with a pillow in case he wanted to sleep on my lap, had brought his drawing papers and pens in a bag, food, water, anything he would have liked, but no, he sat there more silent than most of our neighbours and enjoyed. Oh, it made me so happy, because I think nowadays it's even harder to get your kids off the TV hooked to something else but electronics and games, and obviously this meant something to him. He has always been somewhat fascinated by death, and this opera is full of it.
Werktreue - faithful rendition
Today I received very respectful criticism in a cellist forum about the freedom I take while playing Bach. This is one of my favourite subjects since, and here is my answer.
Bach Suites
Today I finally started to learn the C Major Bach Suite. Oh my god, I know it so well by just listening to it numerous times, but how hard is it musically.
Cello and Rostropovich
Sorry, this is an article I wrote for a German music paper - I am too lazy to translate it now, but maybe I get around it one day...
Zunächst muss ich gestehen, dass ich kein besonders großer Cellofan bin. Weder habe ich viele Cello-CD’s noch spreche ich gerne übers Cello an sich. Für mich ist es vielmehr Mittel zum Zweck, und dieser heiligt bekanntermaßen die Mittel. Der Zweck? Musikmachen, und zwar so oft, impulsiv, intensiv wie nur möglich.