Noble lies, persuasive and justifiable. The great saints spun them into pious fiction. Socrates and Plato, too. Even earthly descendants have been fond of flexing the charismatic muscle. Preacher on pulpit, the soloist commands a compelling venue. They can spin broad, interpretive yarns – embellishing, polishing, tweaking and editorializing dusty manuscript markings to bend modern ears of fickle ticket-holders in well-placed, venerated tributes and pyrotechnics.
Where others take soft liberties, Dame Mitsuko Uchida taps grace and truth in self-possessed, rarely misplaced discretion. In a Carnegie Hall concert recital of Alban Berg, Franz Schubert, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and Robert Schumann, the Japanese pianist polished compositional big beauties to perfection. She bears her composers well.
So out came the petite Japanese maestra in golden, goodyear welted shoes and a foam of bloused gossamer for a program of Romantic finger-warmers, opening with early 20th-century atonal, 12-tone modernist shades of Berg's Piano Sonata, Op.1. The work – published in 1910, premiered in 1911 – was composed between 1907 and 1909 while Berg was under Arnold Schoenberg’s compositional tutelage in Vienna.
Underpinned by atonal heartwood based on triads and chromatic harmonies, Uchida painted Berg’s single-movement sonata in lush color with plush, velvety, mossy tones, evoking vivid naturalism in Berg's voluptuous melodies.
Like the Berg Viennese soupçon, Uchida tapped another short, one-piece movement with Mozart's Rondo in A minor, K511, written in 1787 while the Austrian composer was living in Vienna. The A minor andante work, crafted mainly in eighth notes, canters from intense, minor melancholies to clean, major harmonies, F and A notably. As an interpreter, there's temptation to belabor the sixteenth and triplet-sixteenths of Mozart's artful, omnipresent, gorgeous decorations, but Uchida chose purity and balanced harmony. Underpinned by pleasant fingering, she softened haunted, piteous minor casts with ethereal pedaling. When Mozart called for beauty, she lilted; when he called for a gallop, she dug-in; when he called for kick, she roughed it up; and when he called for melancholy, she shadowed.