Marc-André Hamelin plays Schubert, and premieres two works never before heard at Carnegie Hall: his own Barcarolle, and a Medtner sonata composed a century ago.
I have commented before about Marc-André Hamelin’s ability to tackle anything the piano repertoire can throw at him: the craggy, disparate edifice of Charles Ives’ Concord Sonata, Stockhausen’s Klavierstück IX, Villa-Lobos’ savage Rudepoema, the mannered classicism of Haydn, and the sweeping romanticism of Liszt.
