The Sydney Symphony Orchestra scored a major win when they engaged Daniil Trifonov to visit for three orchestral concerts and a solo recital. And what better debut for the young Russian pianist than Sergei Rachmaninov’s first opus, the Piano Concerto no. 1 in F sharp minor? Trifonov has performed the complete cycle of Rachmaninov concertos several times in recent times; his fame in this repertoire is such that his playing of the Third Concerto in D minor can already be enjoyed in four different performances on YouTube.
How does one explain the extraordinary success of the Trifonov phenomenon? For one thing, while his musicality and technique places him squarely in the august circle of world-class pianists, he has managed to maintain his own personality. I have never seen an artist rush on stage with such eagerness as I witnessed Trifonov do on this occasion. He greets both orchestra and audience with an engaging smile which radiates confidence, warmth and genuine pleasure. However, by the time he is seated at the keyboard, his body language changes; he becomes utterly focused on the task ahead and the listeners are fully drawn into his aura.
His artistry is exuberant in the extreme, showing no sign of him pacing himself, as so often seen with veteran touring musicians. This intense physicality is attractive, but his musicality goes much further, for Trifonov is fully committed to every chord and every melodic line. He plays with a manic intensity, seldom seen since the days of the late Lazar Berman’s heroic and ultimately always victorious battles with the material. Trifonov’s upper torso leans ahead in a surprisingly steep angle, as if he would want to hear and check the quality of every sound before it actually leaves the instrument. His sinewy, long fingers seem to sense the shape, length and character of the notes even before playing them, and thus, his touch on the keyboard is perfectly capable of both ‘tenderness and also the demonic element’, as Martha Argerich is reputed to have said.
The audience was privileged to witness both extremes of this artistry. Trifonov threw himself into the opening cadenza of the first movement, bursting with an effervescent energy, and then proceeded to maintain it throughout the movement with no visible effort. Rachmaninov’s piano writing in this very early (although later heavily revised) work is already characteristically dense and technically extremely challenging. It regularly demands seven or eight notes to be played simultaneously, and to make things even harder, the duration of some of those notes may well vary. In contrast, the slow movement’s lonely soliloquy in the piano part felt intimate and supple, ably supported by the orchestra’s discreet accompaniment. The same dreamy sense of intimacy made the musical dialogue between the gentle string melody and the solo part’s commentary memorable in the middle section of the finale (in the Allegro ma non troppo section), a welcome oasis in an otherwise wild, dance-like movement.