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  • Ruth Slenczynska Rachmaninoff’s Pupil at 100

    Ruth Slenczynska Rachmaninoff’s Pupil at 100

    Ruth Slenczynska, believed to be the last living pupil of Sergei Rachmaninoff, was born 100 years ago today. Slenczynska, who was born in Sacramento, CA, now makes her home in Hershey, PA.

    Slenczynska made her debut in Berlin at the age of 6. She performed with orchestra for the first time in Paris at the age of 7. At 15, she walked away from it all, attending Berkeley (she was a psychology major) and hoping to live a normal life. She married at 19, but divorced nine years later.

    She began to teach piano for a living, which drew her back into the concert world. She was artist in residence at Southern Illinois University Edwardsville, a full-time position, from 1964 to 1987. In 1957, she published her memoirs, “Forbidden Childhood,” recounting her experiences as a prodigy. She also wrote “Music at Your Fingertips: Aspects of Pianoforte Technique.”

    Her complete recordings for American Decca, set down between and 1956 and 1963, have been reissued on compact disc by Deutsche Grammophon. Several albums were released on Ivory Classics. She recorded the music for her most recent release, “Ruth Slenczynska: My Life in Music,” at the age of 97.

    The Washington Post published an article on her in February of last year. In it, she recollects Rachmaninoff’s first impression of her, when she met him in Paris at the age of 9. “This very tall man opened the door and looked down at me. He pointed at me with his long finger and said, ‘THAT plays the piano?’”

    If that’s not Rachmaninoff, I don’t know what is.

    Even without the Rachmaninoff connection, her pedigree is breathtaking. Among her other teachers were Artur Schnabel, Egon Petri, Alfred Cortot, and Josef Hoffman.

    Happy birthday, Ruth Slenczynska!


    Slenczynska talks and plays Rachmaninoff in 1963

    Slenczynska in a Pathé newsreel, at the age of 5

    Slenczynska at 99

    Nice write-up by Australian Broadcasting Corporation

    https://www.abc.net.au/listen/programs/legends/ruth-slenczynska/101790326

  • Elgar Howarth Last Manchester Maverick Dies

    Elgar Howarth Last Manchester Maverick Dies

    When composer Alexander Goehr died last August, I erroneously reported – and then, when the error was pointed out to me, emended it – that the final representative of the so-called Manchester School had died at a venerable age. Now, truly, with the death of Elgar Howarth, the last of the Mancunian mavericks has left us. Howarth died yesterday at the age of 89.

    One of that squad of rebel angels that emerged from the Royal Manchester (now Northern) College of Music in the 1950s, Howarth joined fellow students and angry young men Harrison Birtwistle, Peter Maxwell Davies, Alexander Goehr, and John Ogdon in championing works that were hardly easy listening. To this end, they formed New Music Manchester. Collectively, they may have presented a tough face, but after-hours, they would geek out talking about things like medieval modes.

    Howarth was reared in a family of brass players. His father taught him cornet and trumpet. His brother was a trombonist. He received his formal education at Manchester University and RMCM.

    Of his college cohort, Ogdon gained fame as a pianist, Goehr evolved into a post-serialist avant-gardist steeped in Messiaen and world music, Maxwell Davies acquired a reputation as a symphonist (although he retained his impish glint), all the while cannily developing a sideline of light music classics, and was eventually appointed Master of the Queen’s Music, and Birtwistle, for all his notoriety, was regarded as one of the most important British composers of his generation.

    Howarth kept bread on the table as a trumpeter and conductor. He found employment in the Covent Opera Orchestra, before advancing to principal trumpet of the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra. He also appeared frequently with the London Sinfonietta, to which he would later return as a guest conductor.

    He cut his teeth on the podium as conductor of the Royal Philharmonic, in the early 1970s, for Frank Zappa’s film and album “200 Motels.” In 1967, he had arranged and performed, as one of four trumpeters, the fanfares for the Beatles’ “Magical Mystery Tour.”

    His impact on the brass band world was considerable. He took both the Grimethorpe Colliery Band and Black Dyke Mills Band to the BBC Proms. He was also closely associated with the Philip Jones Brass Ensemble. He commissioned and arranged works by William Walton, Harrison Birtwistle, Hans Werner Henze, Toru Takemitsu, and many others. His virtuosic arrangement of Mussorgsky’s “Pictures at an Exhibition” was widely praised.

    Howarth went on to lead all the major British orchestras, in both concert hall and recordings. He was especially associated with the works of Birtwistle and György Ligeti. (He gave first performances of four of Birtwistle’s operas as well as Ligeti’s “Le Grand Macabre.”) But his repertoire was broad, also encompassing works from the 18th and 19th centuries, and he appeared often with other well-known orchestras on mainland Europe. He was nearly as seasoned an opera conductor as he was a director of brass bands.

    In 2003, it was revealed that he had rejected the royal honor of a CBE. Howarth may have of necessity operated around the fringes of the establishment, but beneath that veneer of respectability still lurked a rebel angel.

    R.I.P.


    “Pictures at an Exhibition”

    Conducting Birtwistle

    Zappa

    Conversation with Elgar Howarth

    Howarth talks about his involvement with the Grimethorpe Colliery Band in 1972

  • Princeton Concerts & Laptop Woes

    Princeton Concerts & Laptop Woes

    I had a good friend down to Princeton for the weekend so that we could enjoy a couple of concerts at Richardson Auditorium – the New Jersey Symphony in Ravel (with pianist Jean-Yves Thibaudet) and Sibelius’ Symphony No. 2, on Friday, and the Princeton Symphony Orchestra in Stravinsky (with violinist Leila Josefowicz) and Tchaikovsky’s “Manfred Symphony,” on Saturday – and so that he could get to the bottom of my sustained computer woes. (As you may know, my laptop died over the holidays.) So there was a lot of toil (for him), a lot of fun (for me), and very little sleep (for either of us).

    The end result is that he somewhat tamed Windows 11 and Microsoft Outlook, so that at the very least I again have email capability. Also, it’s helpful to me to have a rudimentary understanding of how the enraging new system works.

    But alas, we had to throw in the towel, finally, and send the old drive out to a “clean room” for high-end data retrieval. The owner of the walk-in service we had to resort to, once my friend reached the extreme of his rather considerable knowledge, seemed very capable. Moreover, he was laudably transparent in explaining everything he attempted, including taking the computer around to some of his geek friends to have a look at it. But in the end, he too was flummoxed. The files are still detectable (thankfully), but no one can seem to access them (unfortunately).

    I don’t feel the same sense of freedom and exuberance I once did when working on my old laptop – I don’t know why the Silicon Valley bastards always have to mess with everything – but perhaps with time I will become inured to the pain of the new. For the present, it is going a long way to reining in my internet addiction, as being on the computer now is such a negative experience. I’m also not very fond of the new laptop (going from HP to Lenovo). I recommend nothing about it.

    I apologize for such an uninspired, utilitarian post, but I am wasted from the weekend. I’m wading into a second cup of coffee now, but I suspect, when it comes to any kind of skill in euphoniously stringing together words, today is going to be a wash.

  • Tchaikovsky’s Manfred Symphony: A Missed Ending?

    Tchaikovsky’s Manfred Symphony: A Missed Ending?

    I stated in an earlier post that there should be an organ in Tchaikovsky’s “Manfred Symphony.” And while an organ is certainly featured in many performances and recordings of the work, it turns out the composer actually called for a harmonium. Live and learn.

    That said, last night’s otherwise superb performance by the Princeton Symphony Orchestra of this sublime work (in my opinion, one of Tchaikovsky’s most compelling; then again, I’m a fan of Byron’s dramatic poem, overheated film scores, and Romantic seething in general), reverted to the outmoded practice of ditching the reflective denouement (with organ/harmonium) in favor of reprising the powerfully intense coda of the work’s first movement. (Richardson Auditorium’s pipe organ, installed in 1910, has been out of commission for three quarters of a century.) No redemption for this Manfred. I’m pretty sure Tchaikovsky wouldn’t have been happy, but I loved it all the same.

    I confess I also missed the fire of Jeremy Levine’s blazing timpani (Levine had the weekend off, but it turns out had to be called back in as a substitute on the cataclysmic bass drum), which would have pushed this “Manfred” as far over the top as this glorious score deserves.

    At the other end of the spectrum, Stravinsky’s Violin Concerto, as immaculate as a Fabergé egg (though not at the expense of heart and humanity, especially in the Baroque arioso throwback of the work’s third movement), was more than mere icing on the cake – an apt metaphor, it turns out, for a program in celebration of music director Rossen Milanov’s 60th birthday. The soloist was Leila Josefowicz, well-toned in both senses of the word. It’s always a privilege to hear a concerto like this one in such an intimate hall.

    The concert will be repeated at Princeton University’s Richardson Auditorium this afternoon at 4:00. Both works are comparative rarities. As predicted, for me, this proved to be one of the highlights of the season. Miss it to your own detriment.

    https://princetonsymphony.org/


    PSO staff photo

  • Schoenberg Archive Burns in California Wildfires

    The human cost of the California wildfires extends to the Arnold Schoenberg repository Belmont Music Publishers. Sadly, Larry Schoenberg, the composer’s son, who is 83, also lost his home. According to Larry’s press release, “The entire inventory of sales and rental materials – comprising some manuscripts, original scores, and printed works – has been lost in the flames.” Future efforts will emphasize digitization. Luckily, many original manuscripts and artifacts were transferred to the Arnold Schönberg Center, established in Vienna in 1998.

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