Rezension International Piano May 2019 | Bryce Morrison | May 1, 2019 This third and final volume of Jorge Bolet’s Berlin recordings (1961-1974)...
This third and final volume of Jorge Bolet’s Berlin recordings (1961-1974) provides ample confirmation that he was one oft he finest pianists ofthe 20th century. For Gilels he was „the only great pianist in America“, while Alicia de Larrocha could only exclaim, with characteristic candour, „Jorge, you’re wonderful. The rest, they’re all sh*t“.
Bolet’s playing ranges from „blow your socks off“ virtuosity (heard here in the Strauss-Godowsky paraphrase in Die Fledermaus) to a „safety comes first“ approach. His Emperor Concerto (with Moshe Atzmon) is as poetic as it is imperious, and his performance of Schumann’s Third Sonata (the „Concert sans orchestre“) features tonal opulence and grand sweeping lines. Bolet may have been celebrated latterly for his „divine showness“ but his way with the finale’s wild prestissimo tells us that his speed and dexterity were no less divine. His intensity, too, in the shuddering tremolandi climax – like a sudden bolt of lightning – reminds you of music as anarchic as anything in Schumann.
There is sensuous magic in Bolet’s Debussy, even when he is ponderous in Masques. His Chopin Etudes Op. 25 are among the most musical on mood, effortlessly crossing the Rubicon from pragmatism to poetry. Delectably light-fingered in No 6 and a true singer oft he keyboard in No 5, he is magnificent in No 12, riding the ocean wave with idiosyncratic grandeur. His Schumann-Liszt Frühlingsnacht and Strauss-Godowsky blaze with a brilliance known to few pianists.
Transfers are admirable and these memorable discs come luxuriously packaged with several photos of Bolet, including one with Boston, his beloved pug.
Bolet’s playing ranges from „blow your socks off“ virtuosity (heard here in the Strauss-Godowsky paraphrase in Die Fledermaus) to a „safety comes first“ approach. His Emperor Concerto (with Moshe Atzmon) is as poetic as it is imperious, and his performance of Schumann’s Third Sonata (the „Concert sans orchestre“) features tonal opulence and grand sweeping lines. Bolet may have been celebrated latterly for his „divine showness“ but his way with the finale’s wild prestissimo tells us that his speed and dexterity were no less divine. His intensity, too, in the shuddering tremolandi climax – like a sudden bolt of lightning – reminds you of music as anarchic as anything in Schumann.
There is sensuous magic in Bolet’s Debussy, even when he is ponderous in Masques. His Chopin Etudes Op. 25 are among the most musical on mood, effortlessly crossing the Rubicon from pragmatism to poetry. Delectably light-fingered in No 6 and a true singer oft he keyboard in No 5, he is magnificent in No 12, riding the ocean wave with idiosyncratic grandeur. His Schumann-Liszt Frühlingsnacht and Strauss-Godowsky blaze with a brilliance known to few pianists.
Transfers are admirable and these memorable discs come luxuriously packaged with several photos of Bolet, including one with Boston, his beloved pug.