Driving home after Murray Perahia’s stunning recital at the Barbican last night I found myself thinking: why is he such an extraordinary pianist? Some pianists have an incredible rhythmic sense, some technical wizardry, others a delicate musical sensibility, but rarely are all these and many others qualities combined in one artist. But this was how I was left feeling on that drive home. In addition, one senses a perceptive and generous personality in the man, seeking out the meaning in his composers’ works, and not imposing his own ideas.
The first of the five composers he presented to us was the least pianistic. Josephs Haydn’s Sonata in D major Hob XVI:24 is a little-known piece, one of his first published sonatas, designed for the amateur market. However, it sounded pretty challenging technically to me, especially in the quixotic finale. Perahia managed to find just the right level of effortless profundity and wit in the little piece and it proved to be an ideal appetiser.
The J.S. Bach French Suite no. 4, which came next, found Perahia at his nimble-fingered and perfectly balanced best. His Bach is always a joy, never trying to reproduce the heartless dynamics of a harpsichord or pushing to overcompensate with excessive rubato. True to form in this performance of the French Suite, he played the notes as if they were written for the piano and concentrating on finding the musical meaning by characterizing the rhythmic, harmonic and melodic riches in the short dance movements. And a thoroughly refreshing experience it was too.
Beethoven’s great Piano Sonata no. 26, “Les adieux”, ended the first half of the concert in fine, dramatic style. This is a sonata born of traumatic events in Vienna, which deeply affected Beethoven, and rarely has the sense of heightened anxiety been so well portrayed in the work’s opening movement. Many performers imbue the movement with a polite dignity which somehow misses the point. Even Perahia, in his early own recording, keeps things well under control. An intense slow movement moves directly in the extrovert finale. Perahia again finds an extra degree of energy and abandon, which created the impression of a sense of the fragility of “le retour”, despite all the bravura. This was a fine and probing account of a very familiar work.