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Berta Rojas – The Enigma of Arrival
I rarely conduct interviews using email and don’t really like doing them over the telephone either. In my view, the talking and listening – more listening than talking, as I prefer it to be – is best done in person, and preferably in a quiet space where I can savour (I use the gastronomic term, “savour”, because it suggests a rather visceral experience), in this case the sound of the words; the way they are intoned gives them a particular colour and texture. They are alive, these words spoken by the person with whom I speak. Alphabets strung together and which ring and resonate making a particular luxurious sound, echoing in this quiet space have more meaning; accented vowels and diphthongs that are formed by the curl of the lips, blushing purple and rushing to meet the wind between her and I sitting close together from music not only to my ears but seem to float their ghostly visages across my eyes. I get so ravenously hungry in situations like this that I devour each word, each phrase and sentence as if I were receiving Holy Communion itself. And so hot are these to the touch of my skin that they burn themselves in the memory.

Rarely, if at all, such incredible magic takes place over the telephone. And when it does happen, I am left breathless as I was when I spoke to the great musician and guitarist Berta Rojas in Paraguay twice over a month and a half. Although she was thousands of miles away, I ‘saw’ her lips part into a perfect, radiant smile. And when she spoke to me it was as if she ‘sang’ her lines; now bubbling as if cascading through laughter, now sombre as if muffled by the ache of a memory, twisting in the gut, now wistful and blurred as if spoken through the translucency of tears; and no matter what, always spoken as if grateful to be alive and present with me – in this case, no matter how separate we may have been, in a place, in space where it felt that if we reached out, we could touch each other and hold hands through shared pain and joy. Berta Rojas is a special person; she has as have I, come face to face with death and been blessed instead by the grace of God smiling as He sent her back from the dead to play music again, and again for a world scorched by fire and drenched by rain. He sent me back too. And I write now not only giving thanks for having my life given back to me (twice), but so that I could not only speak to Berta Rojas but live to write about it too.
Berta Rojas speaks in words adorned with syllables that are redolent of the aroma of frankincense burning quietly somewhere, floating towards the guitar strings that she is plucking with the tips of nails of long, slender fingers, urging them to conjure images of Paraguay, Argentina and Brasil. The music that ensues echoes in between my ears like notes cut in high-fidelity, into a vinyl which spins around and around occasionally accompanied by the strings of an enormous, well-drilled orchestra. The words playback again and again when I listen to Felicidade, a grand work of art made up of the music of Brasil. The song is “Berimbau” by the great Brasilian guitarist Baden-Powell, to whom Miss Rojas is paying homage here, with Toquinho and the wonderful Orquesta Sinfónica Nacional del Paraguay, conducted by Popi Spatocco. The song melts into “Se ela perguntar” by Dilermando Reis. Toquinho is alone with her this time; he is replaced by Orquesta Sinfónica Nacional del Paraguay on “Choro Tipico” and the bracing, lyrical, bittersweet sound-world of Heitor Villa-Lobos, which, in turns melts into Paulo Bellinati’s “Jongo”. I am speechless, and “Jongo” also fades into space – and into silence…

I break the velvet silence between us with what I believe must be mundane questions, such as “How are you?” and so on. But Miss Rojas always finds a meditative and introspective way to answer, capturing in her special way, BIG emotions on a small scale, with a poetic concentration that only an artist with her particularly powerful calibre can. Her answers are short, spoken intimately as if for me alone. Yet there is nothing hermetic about her approach at all. Gently, insistently, quietly, she draws me into her world – which is all melody and wonderfully chordal – and the effect is always thoroughly absorbing. I ask her if her gorgeous auburn hair has grown back again (after the virulent chemotherapy that she had recently been through) and first she laughs disarmingly, with a bright child-like giggle, then she sings a short line in praise of God and it is as if a whole Barcarolle has unfolded, its rhythms exploding like a box of rioting crayons, the echo of which beams its dynamic melody across the stratospheric miles that separate us: “By the grace of God…” (She breathes into the telephone). “He is a mighty God, and he is good,” she says.

The disc in my player runs out and I switch it back to the beginning. Felicidade begins to play, and Berta Rojas’ fingers make the song shimmy out of the speakers like a diaphanous gown unfurling. Song after song plays and I live each moment in the present, looking ahead and trying to fix my mind’s eye onto some distant point from where it appears safe to look back. Throughout, I feel as if I am in the presence of the finest of tour guides as Miss Rojas ushers me into secret spaces in of her choosing in a Brasil I am ever-grateful to discover. As Pliny once said, albeit in a different context, I feel that I am “choking with gold”. The history of Brasilian, in the spirit of the music, is gently unfolding as I follow Miss Rojas, walking past the long, long sleep of kings: Vinicius de Moraes, Antonio Carlos “Tom” Jobim, Ernesto Nazareth, Baden Powell de Aquino, Heitor Villa-Lobos, Dilermando Dos Santos Reis… Their great names echo with legends of valour and epic stories, their waking and sleeping marked by iconic songs emerging from effervescent pens overflowing notes to sing in songs that will last forever. Miss Rojas makes each song a magnificent votive offering as if in a cathedral, joined here by three great Brasilians: Gilberto Gil, Toquinho, Ivan Lins. “A distinct honour,” was how she described the experience.
Berta Rojas is on song. Her music is coming from the springtime of her being. Her guitar is a small orchestra. It is polyphonic. Every string is a different colour, a different voice. She is playing softly now; then a little louder as the strings of Orquesta Sinfónica Nacional del Paraguay begin to argue with her. She finds her voice and begins to illuminate the melody of “Homenaje a Baden Powell” a rare composition by her and her guitar opens like a great tome from Jorge-Luis Borges’ mythical library Tlön, Uqbar, or Orbis Tertius. Miss Rojas then proceeds to reveal the guitar’s huge vocabulary of sounds and effects – song after song – that combine to make it sound as big as an ensemble, but which have always needed her insight to deploy effectively. Her sounds range from harmonics and pizzicato to technique exotica, such as ‘nut-side’, ‘nail sizzle’ and ‘bi-tone tapping’ (plus) she suddenly unleashes a battery of percussion possibilities (on Paulo Bellinati’s “Jongo”, for instance) as if her guitar has come with a drum set attached.

I am astounded by her technique and find, when I ask her about it, that she practices incessantly. She used to practice a lot more before her troubles, I find out. But now she is much more relaxed and makes time for many other things in life, such as events dedicated to women, women musicians and women who have come through breast-cancer, and to children – especially those who are severely underprivileged: For instance, she was joined by La Orquesta de Instrumentos Reciclados de Cateura (literally the Recycled Instruments Orchestra of Cateura) played by children on instruments recycled from rubbish that they (the children) mine on the Cateura landfill on the outskirts of Asunción, haunted by these very children to eke out a meager existence. The song was Edin Solis’ “Tambito Josefino” and the album was Salsa Roja (ON Music, 2013) from which she began a Latin-American journey, albeit kick-started by an earlier encounter in Paraguay with Paquito D’Rivera, a recording entitled Día y Medio (ON Music, 2012). Those efforts resulted in a musical adventure in Argentina, Historia del Tango (ON Music, 2015) where Berta Rojas and Camerata Bariloche undertook to re-discover and re-imagine the work of Mariano Mores, Aníbal Troilo, Ástor Piazzolla, Virgilio Expósito, Julián Plaza and Anselmo Aieta. Here Miss Rojas was joined by Carlos Franzetti, whose magnificent arrangements animate the record like glimmering gems. It is also here where the guitarist came to work with Popi Spatocco, who conducted the Camerata Bariloche, and returned again later to (produce and) conduct the Orquesta Sinfónica Nacional del Paraguay, on Felicidade.

By then the die was cast. “I have a dream,” Berta Rojas tells me when we speak, “Of travelling throughout the length and breadth of South America to bring the great traditions to life from everywhere I go.” “What a wonderful idea!” I find myself saying to her. “And what a tiring journey that will be by the end of it all,” I add, thinking of how much of a strain it will be on her spry body as it recovers from the exhaustion of her two-year sorjourn to bring Felicidade to fruition from the day it took birth as she (Miss Rojas) began to feel the urge to glorify the unique (in all of South America and, indeed, the world) and extraordinary guitar music tradition of Brasil. The very thought of Berta Rojas making circling North and South America, and even branching out to Europe to promote Felicidade exhausts me. I ask her how she thinks she will feel doing all the legwork. “It is a labour of love,” she shoots back. “For me the enigma of arrival at my destination is so exciting, it fills me with energy,” she says. “No time to feel the melancholy of departure,” I tell her, as images of the pre-surrealist paintings of Giorgio de Chirico flash by. “Besides the feeling of being alive in the music is a beautiful way to begin each day,” she adds, as if icing a delicious marble cake before my eyes. “There is nothing more beautiful than to be sustained by music, from the word ‘hello’ to the word ‘goodbye’… what else is there in the world, after all, but ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’” she says to me. I struggle to hold back the tears that suddenly fill my eyes; then run down my cheeks to my trembling lips. Are they tears of joy? Or sorrow? I cannot tell. But they taste bittersweet.
(I would be remiss if I did not thank Diane Blackman, Miss Rojas’ publicist, for putting up with me and my requests; and offer a cornucopia of gratitude to Berta Rojas for making time to speak with me)
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Sharon Isbin: A Small Orchestra on Gossamer Wings
The guitar’s ancestors include the gittern, the vihuela, the four-course Renaissance guitar, and of course the baroque guitar, all of which contributed to the development of the modern six-string instrument. Few people in our day have mastered it with such alacrity, with such sage nobility and with such openness to the world of music around us as Sharon Isbin.
I admit to stealing the metaphor of the “small orchestra” from none other from Segovia. As a matter of fact, how ironic that one should have found it while listening to Miss Isbin’s recording of Karen LeFrak’s new works on the album entitled Romántico [Karen LeFrak Recordings, 2025]. Ironic because it is one that Miss Isbin undertook with the Orchestra of St. Luke’s conducted by Enrico Lopez-Yanez.

Segovia’s stunning metaphor for the guitar also holds equally true of Miss Isbin performer and his characterisation of her musicianship would be spot on for his actual words are “The guitar is as small orchestra. It is polyphonic. Every string is a distinct colour, a different voice.”
Indeed, Miss Isbin exploits this characteristic to its fullest in such a seductive manner that she makes this aspect of her playing a truly alluring aspect of her own virtuosity, on this particular album as well as on her other discs, which is even more challenging as we shall soon as we go a little more in depth into the recording of Ms LeFrak’s works.
Exhilarating, extrovert and virtuosic
Romántico features a world premiere recording of Ms LeFrak’s seductive Miami Concerto for Guitar and Orchestra. There is every indication that the composer had her heart set on making this record with Miss Isbin. She [the composer] has a deep understanding of the South American – Latin and Brasilian – music and selected her performers with punctilious care. It isn’t surprising that Miss Isbin would be a first choice.
Miss Isbin, in turn returns the favour. Her playing throughout the concerto is exhilarating, extrovert and virtuosic as so it should be. She is, after all, immersed in the realm of the Habanera and the Tango – music and dance forms that came to South America via the erstwhile colonisers from Europe. A deeper dive into the origins of the music lead unequivocally to the melodic, harmonic and rhythmic influences from the African continent.

The guitarist is joined, here, by the Orchestra of St. Luke’s conducted by Enrico Lopez-Yañez. Ms LeFrak’s Miami Concerto for Guitar & Orchestra pays homage to oceanic musical heritage of Miami with influences from Africa, Europe and Latin America. “Bailamos,” the first movement of the concerto draws on the guaguancó, a dialect of the Cuban rumba, followed by a tango-inspired “Romántico,” and concludes with an energetic “Festivo” in the rhythm of bembé.
The chamber works “Habanera Nights” and “Urban Tango” feature Miss Isbin with Latin percussionists led by Javier Diaz, pianist Peggy Kampmeier, and New York Philharmonic principal cellist Carter Brey. Throughout the concerto and the chamber works Miss Isbin shows immaculate poise and thoughtfulness. She cultivates a beautiful, poetic tone with an orchestral touch offering a unique palette of colour amid riveting, charges interpretation of Ms LeFrak’s music.
Miss Issbin has delicate phrasing, a colourful touch and well thought-through ideas. Her performance is often a white hot volcano of intense expression; it presents formidable challenges, all of which are surmounted with almost insolent virtuosity, the guitarist’s focus resolutely serving the score, not the mechanisms supporting it. Miss Isbin plays with a particularly rewarding sense of rhythm, high sprung, light and incisive and entirely secure, which pays its way throughout all of the works.
But hearing her navigate through the massive cadenzas – de rigeuer on in these works – as if they and their beckoning grandeur were the most natural thing in the world leaves no doubt that this is an artist of the most elite order, to be watched intently, listened to deeply and reckoned with for an exceptionally long time to come. These are qualities of a guitar playing musician who is cast in the same mould as Segovia and the rest of the renowned artists of the instrument.

Luminous tone , natural grace and authority
It is hard to put into word why this recording is so special. Perhaps the principal reason is that one of the finest guitarists has committed to disc, great works that she appears to have ostensibly lived with honing and polishing their subtle romanticism for a considerable length of time. Each movement and chamber work reveals her thoughtful artistry, exemplified by this slim volume. The five varied, but emotionally and [sort of] thematically interrelated pieces have been played with her hallmark luminous tone, natural grace and authority.
From this exquisite recording of Ms LeFrak to works by Leo Brouwer, Tan Dun, and Richard Danielpour, on which the web of charm has been spun by Isabel Leonard’s vocals] to a waltz by Antonio Lauro [in duet with guitarist Colin Davin] – and even a poetic cycle of love be Chris Brubeck which became the title of the recording, Affinity [Zoho Music, 2020] – this American guitarist proves herself to be one of the most versatile musicians playing on stage [and in the studio] today.

This story is even more telling – and enduringly epic – because it catches something more of Miss Isbin’s genius in an incredibly unique way. Anyone who has listened to the range of her recorded performances, on her next two albums – Strings for Peace [Zoho Music, 2020] and Live In Aspen [Zoho Music, 2024] – will discover what it means for Miss Isbin to have a sense of daring and supreme confidence in her innate sense of sublime taste.
The former recording is made up of four North Indian Ragas, once again, all world premieres. Miss Isbin invites the grand sarod master Ustad Amjad Ali Khan on the apogee of the album [“Raga Pilu” alternatively entitled “Romancing Earth”]. Hi son Ameen Ali Bangash appears on “Raga Behag” or “By the Moon” while the performance of the other two ragas, “Raga Mishra Bhairav” or “Love Avalanche” and on “Raga Yaman” or Sacred Evening” are shared with the other son of the maestro, Ayaan Ali Bangash. The renowned tabla player, Amit Kavthekar, appears on all the four ragas.
We are speaking here of Miss Isbin having collaborated with musicians from the upper echelons of Hindustani music. But when it comes to a guitar being heard along with a sarod the first test is a mechanical one. There are obvious differences [between the classical guitar and the sarod] have to do with the fact that the instruments differ in pitch, and the dynamic and dramatic variance in their tonal and colour palettes. Add to that is the fact that both instruments are played pizzicato. This means that that it isn’t only the engineer who must have enormous ears.

Orchestral Gymnasium of the Guitar
The encounters between Miss Isbin and the Ustads of the sarod is quite breathtaking. And it is also here – on their studio and live recordings – that the extent of the technical mastery of each on their respective instruments is superbly demonstrated. The playing by the Ustads provides what in orchestral terms would be a shadowy kind of ground bass simply because of the tonal palette of the sarod makes this possible. And it is this effect that affords the guitarist an empty canvas on which to paint her masterpiece.
It is here that Miss Isbin exploits her guitar’s huge vocabulary of sounds and effects combinable to make it sound as big as an ensemble – but which need the player’s [in this excellent case, Miss Isbin’s] to deploy effectively. The evening ragas – Behag’s emotive aspects are daunting ass it is associated with times between 9 o’clock pm and midnight, Yaman is more crepuscular, its emotive aspects being associated with times between 6 and 9 o’clock pm, while Mishra Pilu us usually associated with between the afternoon and early evening.
On both Strings for Peace and Live in Aspen, Miss Isbin’s use of her wonderful instrument is truly eloquent and masterful. Her playing ranges from harmonics and pizzicato to technique exotica such as ‘nut-side,’ ‘nail sizzle’ and/or ‘bi-tone tapping’ [plus she also uses – even extends the battery of percussion possibilities, even entering into polyphonic and polyrhythmic dialogues with the tabla player Pandit Amit Kavthekar.
This spectacular array of harmonic pizzicato playing is also evident on Affinity where the need for the various composers to collaborate closely with Miss Isbin on each of their pieces. It’s complex for the composers to write not only for the instrument, but also for Miss Isbin. But neither of the parties are fazed. Miss Isbin is utterly amazing in this respect, as she has managed through inspiration and sheer persistence t0o wrinkle out from the composers a whole raft of adventurous works, almost independent of the ‘Sergovia tradition,’ but well within the elastic classical continuum.
Instrument as Orchestra – Miss Isbin’s Evolving Palimpsest
While this manipulation of the instrument is available to all masters of it, the players don’t strike pure gold as often as Miss Isbin does. Does she ‘get this’ from Heitor Villa-Lobos? One is willing to hazard a guess as it was the Brasilian composer who first started to treat the guitar as something bigger than it was supposed to be – and he was phenomenally successful as a composer to strike gold with regard to visualising and scoring for the instrument as a small orchestra.
For her part, Miss Isbin dwells constantly in that realm off possibility, continuing to extend the range and scope of the instrument with delicate albeit nervy fingers on gossamer strings. The sensuously liquid and always beckoning performance on LeFrak’s masterful works on Romántico are a cut above almost anything a guitarist has brought to life – this year at any rate.
As with her Bach – as spectacular and as mathematically and emotively as Bach intended his music to be – so also is her foray into Hindustani music [cue Strings for Peace], and contemporary classical music [cue Affinity]. Thus, having carved out a space for herself, non pareil, in the realm where composers have created a legacy for her to explore, she comes across with flying colours. One has only to dive deeply into her work on Affinity and into her Latin-American repertory.
The lyrical – often bittersweet – expressiveness that is intended by both the composers and the culture in which their music was written has enabled Miss Isbin to re-create wonderful soundworlds so big that in doing so she has embraced the richness that her instrument afforded her and [continues to] constantly work at recreating her musical palimpsest as if to say: “I hereby wish that my guitar should not simply respond to a full orchestra, but to become the full orchestra itself.
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Beth Levin: Heiligenstadt… En route to The Divine.
In many respects these last two recordings by Beth Levin – Hammerklavier Live and Phantasmata – may share an allusion to the famous Heiligenstadt Testament, albeit they represent the work of five different composers. Of course, the fabled Testament belongs to no one but Ludwig van Beethoven. Fabled…? Picture Beethoven as a kind of forerunner of our all-but-mythical Superman, one arm outstretched as he is about to pierce the mystical skin of the music of the skies en route to the Divine. Now picture all of the composers whose works Ms Levin has performed on these two recordings – a proverbial posse of legendary composer-meteors streaking heavenward en route to… the Divine
Indeed, Ms Levin has sojourned with them, practicing all her life as if to superscribe her career path onto that Heiligenstadt Testament. It is as if she were doing what Beethoven is believed to have exhorted every artist to do: “Don’t only practice your art,” he said, “But force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the Divine.” And here we have two versions of that Testament representing Ms Levin’s quest to traverse the musical continuum streaking her way – and seemingly uniting it – via disparate parts of the world – through a space-time warp all her own. In doing so, Ms Levin has joined several imaginary dots in the sonic constellation of that heavenly continuum.
Ms Levin is the epitomé of a proverbial, questing artist rooted in the future, often looking back, then forward zig-zagging across the artistic firmament creating astronomical sonic connections that all come together in the end, uniting us – indeed raising us together with herself – to that Zion-like peak of her pianism… to the véritable apogee at the very heart of her musicianship. The beauty of it all is that one is unable to pronounce one better than the other. Rather they ought to be seen a Promethean musical expedition [without the heroic falls to the bas of the mountain of course] en route to its peak. And what incredibly good fortune to be part of this musical journey.
The main event of the 2020 recording – a live performance beautifully captured on record by Alan Wonneberger, at the Linehan Concert Hall, University of Maryland during the 2019 edition of Festival Baltimore – is, of course, Beethoven’s mighty Piano Sonata No 29 in B-flat major, Op. 106 ‘Hammerklavier’. On the way to the pinnacle of this recording Ms Levin joins some dots. From Beethoven’s great predecessor, Georg Frideric Handel. Her choice of the repertoire to draw a gossamer-like line from Handel to Beethoven is extremely interesting too, with a piece from a series that recalls his mastery of the keyboard – something his later German acolyte shared with him.

This is Third Suite for Piano in D minor [from 8 Suites de Pieces Clavicin HWV 428. Characteristically this glorious suite also casts Handel in the role of the magnificent successor to J.S. Bach – not only as a keyboardist but also as a composer of enormous wit and invention. This is certainly true of the last movement of the suite – its Air with 5 Variations. Of course, the build up to this grand finale is magnificent to. Handel’s suites lend themselves to being played on the piano as well as on the Baroque keyboard.
Certainly, Ms Levin plays the entire suite eloquently. And so, when the playing is this good – as it is with the piano-caressing fingers of Ms Levin – it’s hard to imagine anyone playing them better than her. She brings a quality to this music which is both mellow and incisive. Above all, her playing emphasizes the brilliance of the music rather than the brilliance of her own playing. This too is portentous as Ms Levin swerves through her space-time continuum towards Beethoven’s ‘Hammerklavier’ via a 21st century piece – Anders Eliasson’s pianistically ingenious carousel. The detour is almost providential as it augurs well for the main event. The big ECG-like consonances and dissonances, its liquid glissandos and broad arpeggios take us to quite another world – as if reflected in a shattered mirror, in a forest, like a Mendelssohnian scherzo. All of which leads up to Ms Levin’s Beethoven.
The pianist’s technically astonishing performance should take its rightful place among the great performances of the epic sonata – with Pollini’s performance of Beethoven’s Late Sonatas. But, more especially to the point, Ms Levin’s ‘Hammerklavier’ is evocative of that most definitive performance by Solomon. And yet Ms Levin’s [performance is unsurpassable in its delicacy – especially in the brilliant Largo – Allegro risoluto movement.
Moreover, where the ‘Hammerklavier’ demands it she ensures that it gets the full powerhouse treatment – both at the beginning and at the end. This is surely how the composer must have imagined the music – both in terms that recall his Heiligenstadt Testament as well as in terms of the way the music is conceived – as being profound and intense in that quintessentially grand Beethovenian manner.

She follows that seminal recording up with another brilliant one – this time with concept both similar – yet vastly different – to the live performance. This recording – like the title of the album itself – is [also] purposeful wandering through ‘a garden of delights’ reminiscent of a work by the great Argentinean writer Jorge Luis Borges. Thus, and indeed appropriately, the album is entitled Phantasma. Here we are beckoned by the pianist like that fabled mesmeric piper of Hamelin – through the Pictures at an Exhibition by Modest Mussorgsky.
This time, the grand lead in – even before the seductive Promenade – is via an exposition of another big work by arguably the greatest pianist of his [and many-an-era then or now] Franz Liszt, whose monumental work, the Sonata in B minor it is that leads us from one great hall in the museum of the sky into another great hall housing the Pictures at an Exhibition with which Mussorgsky paid homage to his friend – the architect and painter Victor Hartmann who died in 1873.
We are gently ushered – at times de rigueur commandeered – by the prodigiously-gifted pianist to Mussorgsky via the grand architecture of Liszt’s Sonata in B minor. It too has a homage – this one to Robert Schumann and is cast, like Schumann’s Fantasie in C, in three movements that are played without a pause. And it’s most appropriately played – as befits the vast work that it is – underlaid by a series of themes and motifs that grow, fuse and eventually expire. Three of the main motifs are stated in the opening bars: a softly ominous descending phrase, a wildly animated one, and a low growl of repeated notes.
Liszt weaves these together and drives these along a whirl of furious semi-quavers, exploring a kaleidoscopic range of thematic transformations. The first motif is escalated into a ‘big tune’ of grandiose dimensions; another becomes a lyric melodic line of great tenderness. The second movement ushers in a mood of subdued, even spiritual solemnity. Finally, although there is no tangible evidence indicating a representation of Goethe’s Faust, its difficult not to project a Faustian subtext, especially as Liszt does projects a demonic fury onto its last movement.
Many pianists treat the Sonata in B minor either as a barnstorming melodrama or as a rather unwieldly successor to Beethoven’s late sonatas. In Beth Levin’s hands the music’s visionary dimension stands out, but it feels as if every phrase has been carefully thought out in terms of weight and colour; the work’s undoubted histrionic quality is tempered by moments of iridescent delicacy and calm.

Again, the high drama if the Liszt sonata is a perfect build-up to second ‘main’ event – Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition. Ms Levin leads us through the great hall of paintings, leading us in with the ubiquitous Promenade – the recurring theme representing “the viewer’s” walking between the Romantic and often fantastical pictures. There are ten pictures in all, each one a superbly atmospheric miniature that utilises the piano’s expressive potential in a way that suggests the influence of Liszt but reveals greater psychological insight.
A wide range of moods is depicted, from the sinister melancholy of – and mimicking the kind of dramatic short-legged walking tempi – of the Gnomus, through the playfulness of Les Tuileries [appearing to presage Claude Debussy], to the grand triumphalism of The Great Gate of Kiev. Although this is an epic suite for the piano it is almost always recalled in its version orchestrated by Maurice Ravel in 1922, and – in more recent times – by the rock version which the keyboardist Keith Emerson of Emerson, Lake and Palmer played on his great bank of electronic synthesizers [including a giant Moog].
Beth Levin gives us perhaps the most authentically grand version, a strong reading of the original piano suite, with bold and dramatic playing that makes one think that the orchestration didn’t really add anything substantial to the work. In sheer colour and variety [cue Promenade], in the depth of its characterisation and the exceptional range and refinement of its pianism, Ms Levin imparts a power and dramatic stature to the ambience of this suite which no amount of orchestral bigness can – or has – achieved.
With buoyant, aristocratic grace and psychological ambiguity, Ms Levin brings an almost insolent virtuosity and swagger to the piano works on both recordings. This is the world of piano evoked as few practitioners could even hope to try and emulate.
Deo Gratis…
Beth Levin: Hammerklavier Live
Music – 1. Georg Friedrich Handel – Third Suite for Piano in D minor [from 8 Suites de Pieces Clavicin HWV 428, first collection, 1720] – i. Praelüdium. Presto, ii. Allegro, iii. Allemande, iv. Courante, v. Air with 5 Variations, vi. Presto. 2. Anders Eliasson – vii. Carosello [Designo No. 3 for piano, 2005]. Ludwig van Beethoven – Piano Sonata No 29 in B-flat major, Op. 106 ‘Hammerklavier’ viii. Allegro, ix. Scherzo. Assai vivace, x. Adagio sostenuto. Appassionato e con molto sentimento, xi. Largo – Allegro risoluto [1817 – 1818].
Musician – Beth Levin: piano
Released: 2020
Label: Aldilá Records ARCD011
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Runtime: 1:12:21
Beth Levin: Phantasmata
Music – Franz Liszt: i. Sonata in B minor [1853]. Modest Mussorgsky – Bilder einer Ausstellung [1874] – ii. Promenade, iii. Bydlo, iv. Promenade, v. Il veccio castelo, vi. Promenade, vii. Tuileries [Despute d’enfants apres jeux], viii. Bydlo [Heavy ox-cart], ix. Promenade. x. Ballet of the Unhatched chicks in their Eggs, xi. Samuel Goldenberg & Schmuyle, xii. Promenade, xiii. Limoges. Le Marche, xvi. Catacombae [Sepulchurm Romanum], xv. Cum Mortuis in lingua mortua, xvi. Baba Yaga. The Hut on Fowl’s Legs, xvii. The Great Gate of Kiev.
Musician – Beth Levin: piano
Released: 2024
Label: Aldilá Records ARCD024
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Runtime: 1:12:08
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Orli Shaham Serves Champagne, Fizz and Finesse with her Mozart: The Complete Piano Sonatas
The days when pianist and pedagogue Orli Shaham “played” the proverbial younger sibling to her more famous brother, the celebrated violinist Gil Shaham are over. With her monumental box-set Mozart – The Complete Piano Sonatas now in the rearview mirror, it’s also time to survey a Mozartian road, somewhat well-travelled. Admittedly, ‘comparisons are – quite literally – odious’ albeit Ms Shaham’s Mozart sits high atop – if not at the very top – of a list of 10 superlative compendia such as this Mozart one; certainly, Mozart – The Complete Sonatas and Variations [EMI, 2000] by Daniel Barenboim comes to mind, and, of course, Glenn Gould’s…
But, Mr Barenboim’s set includes three discs containing the Variations, which leaves Gould’s by virtue of it being similar in scope to Ms Shaham’s. One comparison does beg mention for more than one reason, apart from the fact that both sets are a sort parallel-road-travelled. Both Ms Shaham and Mr Gould are prodigious pianists who penetrate the wonderful world of Mozart’s genius. Both are highly acclaimed pedagogues – Mr Gould [courtesy of two epic recordings of The Goldberg Variations [Columbia/Sony, 1955 and 1981] – more highly regarded as an interpreter of Johann Sebastian Bach, and both are [were, in the case of Mr Gould] successful broadcasters.

There is, however, one major caveat: matters inevitably and unalterably sunk Mr Gould [after he aired his views on Mozart]. His first self-inflicted wound came on April 28th, 1968, when he produced a two-part radio broadcast, which was aired on PBS. The broadcast was entitled How Mozart Became a Bad Composer in Mr Gould went as far as to disparage the ingenious composer as a better writer of the inter-office memo than a composer. He was referring to Mozart’s late work – one sonata, to be precise – and although some have made light of the comment the pianist-turned-‘opinionated broadcaster’ was unlikely to have been joking.
The programme was never re-broadcast, and the comment remained hidden – and forgotten – until the New-York-based documentary filmmaker Laura Carra unearthed it forty-eight years later. Many [especially those from the Glenn Gould Foundation] had glossed over the comment referring to the programme and the Mozart comment as a revelation of “the comic side of his persona on television.” I’m not so sure. Moreover, Mr Gould was referring to Mozart’s Sonata No. 13 in B-flat Major, K. 333, otherwise known as The “Linz” Sonata.
Mr Gould had a reputation for being a naysayer. Remember his famous public ‘quarrel’ with Leonard Bernstein over the interpretation of Johannes Brahms‘ First Piano Concerto at a New York Philharmonic concert on April 6, 1962? At any rate he may have inadvertently shot himself in the foot again when he released Mozart: The Complete Piano Sonatas, Volumes I and II [Columbia Masterworks, 1979]. There were, of course, no liner noted disparaging comments this time. He just played that fine sonata quite superbly. And it certainly was no inter-office memo…

Back to Ms Shaham’s Mozart: The Complete Piano Sonatas, which is certainly more beckoning than Mr Gould’s – more, that is, in the masterly realm of the interpretations recorded by Mr Barenboim…
The quality of her playing throughout her epic survey of Mozart’s sonatas. Ms Shaham takes nothing for granted in these works – indeed, in music as a whole. Nor should we in listening to her. If you know how your Mozart goes, certainly in his eternal penchant for lyricism goes, or his genius for the greater harmonic ingenuity and melodic richness displayed in his later sonatas, for that matter. Which is not to say that she does anything wildly idiosyncratic, let alone provocatively iconoclastic, a la Glenn Gould. At the same time, she digs deeper into each miniature, the very minutiae of everyday life, so to speak – especially Mozart’s relationship to each character and story evoked therein.
Nor does the pianist, blessed with prodigious musicianship, show any signs of being a budding [Mozartian] prophet. Rather, she plainly understands that every interpretation is just one possibility, and she offers us a very enticing opportunity to open our minds, especially in familiar works burdened by tradition – in this case the interpretations which, in the wrong hands, have tended to sound uninteresting, even formulaic. Perhaps this is what Mr Gould ought to have looked at rather Mozart’s playful and quick-witted compositional approach, both of which Ms Shaham brings out in masterly fashion.
Her delicate phrasing creates a feeling of innocent melodiousness, yet each movement is intelligently worked out, and her subtle manipulation of timing conveys a keen sense of that playfulness and quick-witted character that Mozart always exudes. In each case, across the grandeur of the 6-discc set, Ms Shaham’s reading are fresh and spacious – and in the case of Sonata No. 11, the A-major, “Alla turca” K. 331 [disc 3], Ms Shaham shows off Mozart’s true genius not simply for the form, but his puckish sense of surprise right from the first movement onwards.
It begins, not with the customary fast movement but with a gentle, almost folk-song like lullaby which goes through a series of sprightly, if conventional variations. The ensuing Minuet and Trio leads without a break into the infectiously animated Rondo “Alla turca” – a whirling dance which, like the fifth violin concerto, reflects the fashion for all things all things Turkish. And then there is the Sonata No. 14 in C-minor K. 457 [disc 6], written in 1784, which could hardly be more different than anything he’d written hitherto.
This is Mozart’s grandest solo work: terse, pithy and inward-looking in a way that seems to anticipate Beethoven. [Seven moths after completing it, Mozart wrote an introduction to the sonata in the form of a Fantasia. The sonata – with or without it – remains a studious and intense work, with a startling range of moods, and in Ms Shaham’s delicate hands it provides a most vivid portrait of Mozart the brilliant keyboard player.
In a quote from the liner notes Ms Shaham tells us: “It was the one sonata of the eighteen I needed to think about more… {I was] eager to put all of the emotional content out there to be judged. I’m all about vulnerability,” she concluded. All of this shows immediately. Ms Shaham takes us into another world. It is a world full of glinting lights, mysterious depths, expectations, frustrations, doubts and hopes, like a late-quasi Mozartian scherzo, glimpsed by moonlight in a forest.
Even if she recorded nothing but the No 14, Ms Shaham’s genius for Mozart would have been reflected through her interpretation of this sonata alone. In sheer colour and variety, in the depth of characterisation and the exceptional range and refinement of its pianism, Ms Shaham here imparts a power and stature to this sonata, which no amount of ‘bigness’ [the usual route taken by pianists] can achieve. Her delicate lyrical, and intent to ‘let it all hang out’ is perfectly suited to the work.
In conclusion one might add the following observation after surveying each of the sonatas as they were releases on one or two discs at a time, over a period of time, [and now as a comely box-set]: Ms Shaham brings out all of these sonatas myriad delights… always with a degree of grit beneath the filigree surface, perhaps, yet overall they are everything you expect from both the genius who is Mozart as well as everything that the definition of a sonata was meant to be: To hark back to the works of Arcangelo Corelli and his contemporaries, a form first described by Sébastien de Brossard in his Dictionaire de musique [Amsterdam, ca. 1710]? literally, a piece played as opposed to a cantata [in Latin cantare, ‘to sing’]; a piece sung.
In these Mozart sonatas are indeed – to coin a new compound epithet that describes them perfectly both sonate-cantare. Orli Shaham brings effortless Mozartian urbanity and lyricism to all the items, which are as seductive as they are persuasive, an object lesson in the very essence of style. Each is played with buoyant, aristocratic grace and psychological ambiguity. And she is [rightly] almost insolently effortless in bringing debonnaire virtuosity, even sassy swagger to each of the pieces. A fitting tribute to the icon who is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. All in all, a dazzling world of Mozartian sonatas evoked as few would even dare to try.
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Kevin Knox
Aug 3, 2017 at 10:24 pm
Thank you so much for introducing me to the work of Berta Rojas. I have never heard a finer classical guitarist, and as you show so well in this marvelous appreciation her altruism, spirituality, compassion and brilliance make her so much more than one of the greatest virtuosos in our world.