Erik Satie and Claude Debussy were friends (usually) and contemporaries; both were turn-of-the-(20th)-century French composers who stretched the possibilities of sound and listening. Debussy’s piano music is highly imagistic, a musical version of the Symbolist poetry movement he found so inspiring; Satie’s is more oblique, suggesting moods rather than images, though occasionally he evoked visuals with such headscratcher titles as “Three Pieces in the Form of a Pear” (of which there are seven) and Embryons desséchés (Dessicated embryos). Alexei Lubimov’s recent late-night recital at the Mostly Mozart Festival alternated rippling, dappled notes of Debussy with the playful simplicity of Satie’s music, contrasting vivid Debussyan images with the static yet aimless wandering of Satie’s rarely-performed piano works.
Mr Lubimov was most convincing in his deadpan delivery of several underrated Satie works, beginning with the delightful early works Prelude to Act I of Le fils des étoiles and Gymnopédie no. 1. This Gymnopédie (so named because Satie thought of himself as more of a “gymnopedist” than a composer) has accompanied many movie protagonists as they walk down sidewalks (often in a drizzling rain) contemplating a life-changing event and where to go from there. It was more than refreshing to hear the notes emanating from the skillful fingers of Mr Lubimov rather than a screen. With ever-so-slight syncopations – or, rather, graceful misalignments – between the left hand and right hand, Mr Lubimov managed to capture the happy-yet-melancholy, playful-yet-serious essence of Satie.
More playful than serious were the excerpts from Sports et Divertissements, during which Mr Lubimov was joined by the equally deadpan speaker Thomas Meglioranza as narrator of Satie’s series of unfortunate, outlandish games. “I suggest you turn its pages with a tolerant thumb and with a smile, for this is a work of pure whimsy,” Mr Meglioranza said by way of preface before immediately diving into the “Choral inappétissant”. (To be played “crabbed and cantankerous... on an empty stomach.”) Thankfully Mr Lubimov made no attempt to dress up the truly awful chorale, best described as Satie vomiting up Bach, letting its mordant wretchedness shine through. The other sports (La chasse, Le yachting, Le bain de mer, etc.) were just as ironic, though more fluid and pleasing to the ear. In a lovely programming feature, Satie’s existential Feux d’artifice (the final “sport”) contrasted with the smoky swirls of Debussy’s Feux d’artifice.