Violinist Miriam Fried
and her son Jonathan Biss
were presented by the 92nd Street Y as a part of its Distinguished Artists in Recital series last Saturday November 2nd, offering a lovely program of four marvelous sonatas. My response to what began in this duo’s foolhardy opening choice with Leos Janacek’s terse, challenging Sonata (carelessly described by the NY Times as “delightful”) quickly evolved from stunned to baffled, settling on detestation.
were presented by the 92nd Street Y as a part of its Distinguished Artists in Recital series last Saturday November 2nd, offering a lovely program of four marvelous sonatas. My response to what began in this duo’s foolhardy opening choice with Leos Janacek’s terse, challenging Sonata (carelessly described by the NY Times as “delightful”) quickly evolved from stunned to baffled, settling on detestation.
The
violinist was clearly audible in exactly three places this evening; the opening
of the Janacek, and in the opening bar of the first movement and the little
cadenza in the final movement of Beethoven’s last violin sonata. These are the
moments when the piano doesn’t play.
Here she demonstrated three modes of a garbage
disposal: mechanically sputtering, operational and choked. With a tone akin to
tarnished silver, her sonic profile could have been enhanced by more metal,
more discoloration. Well matched in dullness was her pianist, ruinous to the
evening; so leaden, ham-handed, caked in cacophony, with textures black and
steaming; he utterly swamped his partner. His inability to play softer then a
mezzo forte perhaps suits his solo career better.
It
was a marvel to behold Mr. Biss' statement of the theme in the Adagio Espressivo
of the Beethoven Op. 96 where he accented the second and fourth of the
sixteenth notes and not the melody. He seemed to make the time go turgidly into
seven. If Ms. Fried had been matched with a more musical piano player, it is
uncertain whether the performance could have shown more then these precious few
human qualities: driving, hammered, knuckled, bitten.
The
discomfort of certain audience members in a smallish house of devoted music
lovers was painfully clear at times. Ms. Fried is a hugely sought after
pedagogue with top-drawer students that mop up prizes at international
competitions. An acquaintance in attendance, a young violin student geared to make
his way into her studio, changed his mind after what he heard. Ms. Fried
established her career by winning the Queen Elizabeth competition at a time
when competitions meant something – so she must have been a great player.
And,
the other sonatas were the Schumann D minor, hard, edgy; and Beethoven’s A
minor Op. 23, passed through like an intersection.
~ CrackCritic
~ CrackCritic
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