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Tonhalle Zurich REVIEW

Zurich, Tonhalle: PROKOFIEv 12.01.2023

Despite the filigree Andante introduction, so sensitively intonated by the clarinetists of the Tonhalle Orchestra, Prokofiev's third piano concerto is a virtuoso, overwhelming flying piece. Because right after this short cantilene, the soloist gets into the action and from that moment on you are captivated, tied up, sit practically on the edge of the chair. Because what the young Romanian pianist Daniel Ciobanu shows here is simply stupendous. Despite the fast-paced, powerful grips, his playing remains lively, of course rhythmically precise and the figurations between the cascades delicately chiselled listening to and implementing. The conductor Omer Meir Wellber is an attentive, present companion and companion to him, makes the orchestra an equal partner, it literally explodes in certain places in order to take it back immediately afterwards, so that the so that the sonic balance is always maintained and the ear is not slain. The great late romantic emphasis comes into play as well as the playful-ironic variation of it. Perfectly played runs of the soloist meet balanced dynamics of the orchestra, dabbed tones contrast with breathtaking Gilssandi. The finale of the first set enters like a hammer blow. In the second movement, a dance-sloping ductus dominates first. The well-dosed (i.e. economical) pedal insert by Daniel Ciobanu causes crystalline precision, the syncoptic dialogue with the orchestra becomes an intense listening experience. Only temporarily does the music get into slightly quieter waters, Ciobanu attracts attention with elongated, fine, dreamy trills, accompanied by beautifully extensive string cantiles. In the third movement, Omer Meir Wellber can hardly keep himself calm on the podium anymore, the rhythms flood his entire body, he begins to dance - and it does not bother at all, because what is important in the orchestra and is implemented extremely precisely blows you away. Ciobanu now shines again with insane runs, trills, cascades. Pizzicati the strings fight against powerful interval jumps of the piano, the strings try again at the late romantic upswing, the piano counteracts with playful rhythm, which the outstanding woodwind group of the Tonhalle Orchestra likes to take on. But now the piano allies itself with the wonderfully warm sound of the cellos and violas, accompanied by magnificent arpeggios, glittering like water tropics in the morning sun. The very end of the topic returns shortly before it is bent into the highest technical demands on the piano virtuoso finale. The hell ride is over and the deserved cheers of the audience immediately burns up, the tension discharges in deserved applause. But that's not all about speed and brilliance, because the boogie Woogie that Daniel Ciabanu plays as an encore is so crazy in speed and structure that you almost get dizzy. Hopefully you will soon be able to experience this exceptional pianist again in Zurich - maybe even as an artist in residence?

ORIGINAL REVIEW IN GERMAN :

https://www.oper-aktuell.info/kritiken/artikel/zuerich-tonhalle-prokofiew-milch-sheriff-beethoven-12012021.html

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Concertgebouw Debut Critic 27.11.21

Pianist Daniel Ciobanu is a born storyteller

BY WENNEKE SAVENIJE 27 NOVEMBER 2021

Concertgebouw, Amsterdam

Its important as artists in today's manipulative and compulsive world to defeat any external attempt to isolate ourselves in ivory towers' - Daniel Ciobanu

Last night, seamlessly following the umpteenth depressing press conference by Rutte and De Jonge, the Romanian Daniel Ciobanu (1991) made his uplifting appearance in the Concertgebouw's remarkably well-filled Recital Hall. No mere grey heads, but young and hip audiences, who were addressed informally by the pianist, who was immediately in the audience's good graces just because of his haircut - the sides of his head shaved, a samurai-style bun on top of his head. With humour and a fluent tongue he introduced his special recital, in which Silvestri's Baccanale (1933) and an own piano arrangement of Gesulado's five-part 'Moro, lasso, al mio duolo' (1611) formed the prelude to the Pièce de Résistance, the Kreisleriana by Schumann, followed by the Carillon Nocturne by Enescu (1913-1916), Le vent du Transylvanie from 'Levantiques', op. 64 by Dan Dieu and the Hungarian rhapsody no. 12 (1847) by Liszt. All this by covid without intermission.

I had not heard of Ciobanu before, but he seems to have attracted international attention for the first time at the 2017 Arthur Rubinstein Competition in Tel Aviv, where he won the Silver Medal. He then continued to study in Scotland and Paris, while increasingly giving solo recitals around the world. Definitive recognition of his unique talents followed when he successfully replaced his fellow countryman Radu Lupu at the Deutsche Kammerphilharmonie Bremen and after his equally successful debut at the Gewandhaus Orchestra Leipzig in the early 2020s. Since then, Ciobanu has passed for a Rising Star in the piano firmament. But the young Romanian is much more: he started the original music magazine #SHARP, created works of art and founded his own music festival: the Neamt Music Festival in his hometown Piatra Neamt.

Silvestri's Baccanale degenerated in the spectacular reading by the energetic Romanian into an intoxicating acoustic bacchanal, of which all brain cells were intoxicated by a magnificent alternation of gracefully undulating arpeggios, thundering basses and Eastern-looking chord sequences. Immediately it became clear that the musician Ciobanu not only plays the piano very expressively and colourfully, but above all wants to tell a story with the notes that he conjures up from the grand piano with intense concentration and an enviable instrumental ease. No better introduction than a wild bacchanal for the mysterious Gesualdo, who killed his wife out of jealousy (or had her killed) and was known for the orgies he organised in Naples. Silvestri flowed seamlessly into the serene stillness of Gesualdo's fascinating five-part a capella music that Ciobanu translated with refined taste, integrity and empathy into lilting melody lines and subtly dosed harmonies.

Music clearly comes from within Ciobanu, in his own words: 'It all started with my grandfather's intimidating passion for music, church organ music to be precise, which surrounded me for most of my childhood. He was truly an exotic bird in our village, who insisted on building a family 'band' in the days of heavy farming under the communist regime in Romania in a quintet version (unfortunately there were only five applicants in the family, otherwise they could have played full orchestral arrangements) of two violins, two accordions and a kind of upright organ, which he built himself by modifying an old Bösendorfer Baby Grand, which was stubborn enough not to fit anywhere in the house. So they played arrangements of chorales written for organ with this improvised quintet, which spiced up my father's childhood in a very cheerful way. Whenever I visited my grandfather in the countryside, I never escaped a Bach prelude without a fugue on his personalised piano. My acquaintance with this inspiring person who happened to be my grandfather, and my father's inability at the time to pursue a career in such a bourgeois field as classical music, led to the conclusion that I should carry on the legacy, and that's how I ended up in front of this black and white beast.' After his first piano teacher, Cosma Magdolna, taught him the beauty and joy of making music as a boy of six, the lifelong labour of demanding piano technique began, with the ultimate aim of being able to 'speak to the heart and mind as freely and sincerely as possible.'

Ciobanu: 'Once my fingers could make some sense of that eccentric chessboard, I really began to listen and dig into the aural world of the great pianists, like Horowitz, who could keep me genuinely interested in the music for more than eight seconds. With such a vivid sound canvas as Horowitz could extract from any piece of music, he evoked a sincerity of sound and emotion to which I really could not remain indifferent; it was almost religious, until later I also discovered the 'boozy' side of his interpretations, which made me fall in love even deeper and more desperately. Rubinstein who sings so organically with the piano, Volodos with his incredible imagination of the sound world and his brain-crunching technique, and the composers with whom one can feel that their existence was somehow an extension of their innate passion for music, such as Prokofiev, who can truly achieve the best of both worlds (enchantingly simple melodies and the most spirited sarcastic political satires, making him my favourite composer), Chopin with such penetrating inner monologues that they always seemed to me to be the piano version of my early cries of anguish after breaking up with my girlfriends in adolescence, and Beethoven with his enfant terrible attitude and revolutionary jitters. Recently, Keith Jarrett has also ignited his own temple in my heart with lots of candles and strange sounds.

It may be clear: Ciobanu was born for music, but he is not a Romanian for nothing. Music is in his genes, and apart from technique, style and interpretation, it is about more substantial things, reflecting everything that can happen in the human mind. The emotional dualism of Schumann's alter egos Eusebius (romantic, thoughtful, dreamy) and Florestan (passionate, impetuous, extrovert, impulsive) in Kreisleriana, with alternately stormy and then extremely tender or melancholic passages, appeared to be tailor-made for this passionate storyteller. Bravura, ecstasy, anger, despair, playfulness, tenderness and orphaned abandonment were all to be heard in a breathtaking succession of immediately appealing piano sounds.

For those, like me, who cannot stand 'false' harmonies, Enescu's Carillon nocturne is a true ordeal, if not a tantalising torment, but the spiritual surrender with which Ciobanu strung together the writhing harmonies made up for much. Fortunately, ferocious gusts of wind from Transylvania drove the false bells away again, after which Ciobanu ended his spectacular recital with a brilliant, gipsy-like reading of Liszt's Hungarian rhapsody No. 12, which not only demands extreme virtuosity, but preferably also a demonic imagination on the part of the pianist. And the talented Ciobanu - whose ideal of happiness is 'Being surrounded by people who cherish your inner child and also appreciate a divinely made gin and tonic' - has no shortage of all that. Original musicians like him can also persuade younger generations to love classical music. As an encore Ciobanu played a joyful Cuban Mazurka by Ernesto Lecuona.

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CORDOBA / Daniel Ciobanu, without limits

Córdoba. Rafael Orozco Superior Conservatory of Music. 11-XI-2021. XIX Rafael Orozco Piano Festival. Daniel Ciobanu, piano. Works by Silvestri, Enescu, Mussorgski, Dediu, Liszt, Chopin/Hamelin and Prokofiev.

You, a regular visitor to the concert halls, will want from time to time a concert like the one offered by Daniel Ciobanu at the Conservatory of Córdoba within the framework of the Orozco Festival. In this era that we live in great technical perfection and scarcity of voices with something of their own to say in the musical, it is comforting to find such a huge talent, so absolute dominator of all piano registers, reduced precisely to what it really is, an instrument, that is, a means, through which to make an expressive approach to music. An overflowing personality, a creative and volcanic interpreter, launched, without limits, to an execution of great sound display where in every turn, in every nuance, there was an idea, an intention. Along the way there were accidents and memory lapses, but those 'unforgivable sins' in the ears of today's public add, if possible, even more astonishment to the proposal. Of course, it is not suitable for all tastes or for every day, but it is a pleasure to find so much commitment and desire to say new things.

He started the concert in a stunned way, with a change of program that caught the audience unaware and without time to settle in. That initial nervousness of the room caused some whip in the pianist, who, after a Bacchanal by Silvestri, which passed like a sigh, was tempered with a magical piece by Enescu, the Carillon Nocturne , where he distilled poetry and a sense of timbre and tonal ambiguity in a work of rare beauty that crosses post-impressionism and folklore and tends towards silence. In the following Mussorgskyan Pictures at an Exhibition , where frame by frame, we discover new things, going from amazement to perplexity: that harsh Gnome, that Castle in the fog, those Catacombs with an unusual game of pedals, that furious Baba Yaga or that Great Gate of Kiev, where the pianist took orchestral chords out of the instrument, deserved more applause than received and with it the first part of the program was closed.

Second part of the exhibition, where the pianist showed himself in his element. The winds of Transylvania arrived with a brief descriptive piece, with zapateado and finger snapping included, by Romanian Dan Dediu, Levantiscas op. 64. Virtuosity of law in a very elegant Hungarian Rhapsody No. 12 by Liszt and in Chopin's Waltz's minute, harmoniously 'ragued' by composer Marc-André Hamelin. The curvilinear Sarcasms of Prokofiev finals served to confirm where the spiritual world of Ciobanu is, between the display of accents and the variety of moods. Again little applause harvested and abrupt end of the concert with the immediate ignition of the room lights.

Eclectic and restless personality that of the young Romanian pianist Daniel Ciobanu, silver medalist and audience prize at the Rubinstein in Tel Aviv in 2017 or winner of all the awards of the 2015 edition of the Moroccan Piano Festival. Festival promoter, magazine editor... We are talking, therefore, about a cultural animal whose activity overflows beyond the sphere of concert. The program and its implementation was a statement of interests and abilities. Of many interests and many abilities. And without limits.

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#SHARP Magazine OUT NOW !!!

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#SHARP Magazine OUT NOW !!!

My first number of the #Sharp Magazine is out !!!

Perhaps my most exotic contribution towards the current digital scene of classical music, incredibly supported and only made possible by the tremendous help of some of my closest friends and Team of the magazine to which I want to extend my most sincere gratitude Mihai Cojocaru, Luciana Cotoi and Valerie James.

Feel free to share and subscribe for the upcoming monthly issues at

www.sharpmag.net

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Debut CD Review

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Debut CD Review

Making a recording debut during a  pandemic doesn’t look like a very inspired idea. You risk getting lost in the general rush of all kinds of panic, or at best noticed in passing and promptly dismissed as irrelevant. Art does not draw trumps in times of crisis. It is either cast aside as a frivolous occupation, or it is associated with a kind of indulgence, a luxurious fad, even if a sophisticated one. We have more important things to do and the artists are invited to find other jobs if they want to be taken seriously. No, this idea is not a sarcastic suggestion of my own, nor does it come from the well of thought of a high dignitary in Bucharest, but it springs spontaneously from the brain of the British finance minister. In other words, the culture of a civilisation will not protect it from ridicule. You can be a central figure in Piatra Neamt but peripheral in London. That is if we sincerely wish to adopt an international approach.

Out of Piatra Neamt comes the pianist Daniel Ciobanu, who, determined to take himself very seriously, raised two fingers to the closure of concert halls and recorded his first album on the Accentus Music label. A bit outdated, is it not, to think today that you can have something important to say by playing Prokofiev, Enescu, Debussy and Liszt? Actually, for Ciobanu, this disc is a manifesto. It is not that the music had become irrelevant, but we had forgotten our cultural signposts, trapped in a survival scenario dictated to us from above.

The way the young Romanian pianist plays on this eponymous disc forces you to take him seriously. Original, energetic, lively, reflective, melancholic, suspended and unstoppable - these are just a few impressions. Listening to it reminds you that refinement, depth, emotional artistic interpretation and aesthetic pleasure are not disposable whims. These are values that resist both the relativistic assault of postmodernism and the wasteland laid bare by the virus.

In Sonata no 7 by Prokofiev, for example, the pianist reveals not only the composer’s narrative, releasing through music, forces capable of nurturing the hope of victory in the war against the Nazis. The precarious nature of the human condition, its insecurity, fear and fragility in the face of the threat of death, suddenly sounds very current. In the spirit of Prokofiev, Ciobanu avoids easy virtuosity and sentimentality. Like a skilled theatre director, he produces the desired effect by staging every means of expression available to him precisely when needed. And his technical arsenal is unlimited. In the outer movements of the Sonata, the Russian composer’s passion for rhythm fits Ciobanu like a glove and he wears it as an actor who identifies with the character being played. Ciobanu’s talent for jazz and improvisation can be felt throughout, but this is not easy listening light music. At the same time, he exhibits a sense of the tragic and the telluric, an instinct for primordial forces which are unleashed without warning. That non-legato sound peculiar to Prokofiev, who played whole passages without pedal in a manner quite distinct from the elegance of the Mozartian pearls, is, through poignancy and restlessness, precision and rhythmic determination, achieved completely by Ciobanu, who succeeds, still in his twenties, to place an extraordinary piano technique at the service of the music. In the middle, slow movement, the warmth required by the composer never falters in melodrama in this interpretation by the Neamt pianist. On the contrary, there is a dignified detachment, the restrained melancholy of an introverted lyricism and a fresh ability to conjure contrasts. The famous finale of the sonata, a real tour de force for any pianist, has from Ciobanu unexpected cinematic connotations. Commonly performed by others hurriedly and expansively from the very beginning as a triumphant march by the Red Army towards a final victory, under Ciobanu’s fingers we start with the insinuation of further tension and the suggestion of a distant but moving tumult, an oppressive presence, the dark skies of which are torn now and then by the blinding light from explosions arising out of the armed conflict. The cinematic dimension immediately captures the listener’s attention and evokes Prokofiev’s talent as a composer of soundtracks for Eisenstein’s historical and war films. But what convinces me most that Daniel Ciobanu has reached the level of a great artist is the deep knowledge of musical timing. His interpretation creates space: the pauses, the chosen tempi, the agogic accents and his use of rubato all control the timing of sound in such a way that you get to breathe with him as you listen to him.

Immediately after the apotheosis of the Russian Sonata, Ciobanu plunges into a disturbing universe separating him by a spiritual distance from the story just ended. We find ourselves in Sinaia, in 1916, on the eve of Romania’s entry into the First World War. At Peles Castle, George Enescu hears the bells of the nearby monastery and completes a piece begun a few years before, the Carillon nocturne. There are at least two notable recordings already, by Cristian Petrescu and Raluca Știrbăț, both performers of the marathon for the fingers which is the entire works of Enescu for the piano. What arrives completely new with Daniel Ciobanu is the configuration of time. An escape from the material world expands this watercolour of night bells until the idea of musical tempo is transformed. There are no more constraints, only vibrations and an enormous space in which can be glimpsed the Carpathians, the outline of fir trees framing an endless ancestral litany. At one point, following the dissolution of the hours, the clock is heard ringing twelve times, announcing midnight in equal monotonous echoing impulses. Daniel Ciobanu creates a moment of magic: eternity and temporality meet through the patience and mastery of each beat, gradually restoring the cyclical course of the natural world.

This temporarily suspended state continues into the selection of Debussy’s Preludes which follows. Colours, hypostases and sound spectra are illuminated with delicacy and sensual, hazy, ambiguous touches. The art of seduction takes time and Ciobanu knows how to provide it.

The disc must be listened to in full, in the predetermined order as programmed, so as to reveal the dramatic intention of the Romanian pianist. Enescu and Debussy represent the shadows and some space of relief between the dramatic colossi: Prokofiev and Liszt.

Fantasia quasi una sonata “ after a reading from Dante” ends the programme by returning to the existential theme of confrontation with death but in the romantic key of personal destiny in which the composer imagines himself as the principal hero, starting from the Dantesque fresco of Hell and Purgatory. Many pianists attack this most representative work from the collection, Années de Pèlerinage, as the greatest opportunity to demonstrate their technical skills. To be fair, Liszt is very generous with his offerings of technical bravura and his critics always see him as a showman. His obsession, however, was not to display a skill with octaves and other impossible passages but, in common with all the great romantics, he aspired to the poetic: how to capture the ineffable in sound? Daniel Ciobanu gives an admirable response, surprisingly mature and profound. Beyond the enthusiastic and technically impeccable impetuosity of the most difficult sections, a conductor’s intelligence emerges, which manoeuvres each section of his orchestra towards goals more important than their individual satisfaction. The initiation path evoked for the hero is fashioned gradually, without prematurely exhausting resources, but also without missing the main poetic moments. Of these, there is a sequence which can be considered brilliant and which truly touched me as only an exceptional book, a spiritual experience or an essential encounter can. The so-called theme of Beatrice or the love motif emerges between extreme states of mind, dominated by paroxysms of struggle, despair and agitation that would later destroy from the inside the edifice of credibility of the romantic spirit. Under the fingers of Daniel Ciobanu, this feeling is absolved of any sense of mannerism and simply becomes again sincere. Following the melodic line, the intimacy and blinding purity of the confessional envelops the listener to a wonderful moment beyond critical thought. Just at that moment, the pianist turns wizard and imperceptibly introduces a theme hidden in the inner voice, the most precious of all - the voice of the heart. Do you know of anything more serious than this? This is the voice of true art, without which everything would tend to be silent and meaningless. It is said that if you wrote only one good poem, you would be a poet forever. Such a musical moment assures Daniel Ciobanu a unique place among the new generation of pianists, a place confirmed by this debut.

Author : Mihai Cojocaru

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Hope@Home

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Hope@Home

Feeling extremely privileged and grateful to be invited for a live streaming concert on Arte TV part of the Hope@Home Next Generation series, a truly wonderful initiative for the young artists created by the brilliant violinist and avid promoter of the classical music Daniel Hope in this treacherous times we face as artists!

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Emerging piano talent DANIEL CIOBANU plays concerts at Gewandhaus zu Leipzig (13 June) and Wiener Konzerthaus (18 June) as lock-down eases

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Emerging piano talent DANIEL CIOBANU plays concerts at Gewandhaus zu Leipzig (13 June) and Wiener Konzerthaus (18 June) as lock-down eases

Emerging piano talent DANIEL CIOBANU plays concerts at Gewandhaus zu Leipzig (13 June) and Wiener Konzerthaus (18 June) as lock-down eases

“Described as an “extraterrestre”, an inspiration, colourist and captivating inventor” (La Libre), emerging piano talent Daniel Ciobanu is one of the first artists to perform at the Gewandhaus zu Leipzig and the Wiener Konzerthaus as concert halls slowly re-open to the public. 

On 13 June Daniel Ciobanu plays a solo recital for a socially distanced audience in the Mendelssohnsaal of the Gewandhaus, featuring Debussy’s Preludes, Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition, and works by fellow Romanians George Enescu and Constantin Silvestri. The invitation came after a spectacular debut with the Leipzig Gewandhausorchester under Omer Meir Wellber at the end of February, shortly before COVID-19 struck (he made his Royal Philharmonic Orchestra debut the week before). It also led to his first recital CD (and promotional video), which was recorded last month in the Gewandhaus and will be released this Autumn by the Accentus label.   

On 18 June he makes his Vienna debut, joining star violinist Julian Rachlin to play Beethoven’s Sonatas Nos. 6 & 10 for violin and piano at the Wiener Konzerthaus, again one of the first offerings as lock-down eases.

Ciobanu’s invitations in the coming months include concerti with the Berlin Konzerthaus, Staatskapelle Dresden and Tonhalle Zurich orchestras, BBC Philharmonic and Orquesta Sinfonica de Galicia; and his recital debut at the Amsterdam Concertgebouw.

Ciobanu was last month announced the first ever Artist in Residence at the George Enescu Philharmonic in Bucharest, starting in 20/21 season. He is also the Founder and Artistic Director of the Neamt Music Festival in his hometown of Piatra Neamt, created to provide an innovative platform to fuse different art forms and promote the most exciting young artists on the classical scene of today.

He enjoys the support of the great philanthropist Prince Fabrizio Ruspoli, who has a long family history of supporting artists and classical music in general.

Find out more about Daniel Ciobanu and his future projects here:

www.danielciobanu.com

www.intermusica.co.uk/daniel-ciobanu

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Meet The Artist Interview Session

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Meet The Artist Interview Session

Interview

Who or what inspired you to pursue a career in music?

It all started with my grandfather’s intimidating passion for music, and more specifically church organ music, which surrounded most of my childhood. He was a really exotic bird in the village, insisting, back in the days of heavy farming under the communist regime [in Romania], on building a family “band” in a quintet version (unfortunately there were only five in the family, otherwise we could’ve had some full orchestra arrangements) of two violins, two accordions and a sort of upright organ which he built himself by customising an old Bösendorfer baby grand that was stubborn enough not to fit anywhere in the house. So they played arrangements of chorales written for organ with this improvised quintet, which really spiced up my father’s childhood in a very cheerful way. Whenever I was on a visit to my grandfather’s home in the countryside I could never escape a Bach prelude with no fugue on his personalised piano. My exposure to this inspiring person who happened to be my grandfather and my father’s inability at the time to pursue a career in such a bourgeois field as classical music, resulted in the conclusion that I should take the legacy forward, and so I ended up in front of this black and white beast.

Who or what have been the most important influences on your musical life and career?

Definitely my grandfather triggered the first sparks of curiosity towards classical music, and they were afterwards wonderfully nurtured by my first piano teacher, Cosma Magdolna, who understood that the most important element of musical education is to introduce the child to the beauty and joyful part of being a musician first, and then work on the intimidating technical aspects that certainly allow the music to speak as freely and genuinely to the mind as possible. Once my fingers could make some sense of all this eccentric chess board, then I started to really listen and dig into the auditory world of the great pianists like Horowitz, who could keep me genuinely interested in the music for more than 8 seconds. With such a vivid sound canvas he could pull out of any musical piece he invoked a sincerity of sound and emotion to which I was really unable to remain indifferent; it was almost religious (until later I found the “rascal” side of his interpretations which made me fall in even deeper and desperate love). Rubinstein singing so organically with the piano, Volodos with his incredible imagination of the sound world and brain-twisting technique, and the composers with whom one can sense that their existence was somehow an extension of their innate passion for music, like Prokofiev, who can achieve really the best of both worlds – heart-melting simple melodies and the most spicy sarcastic political satires (becoming thus my favourite composer), Chopin with such penetrating inner monologues which were always the piano obligato of my early cries of anguish after breaking up with my girlfriends in adolescent years, and Beethoven with his enfant terrible attitude and revolutionary itch. Recently Keith Jarrett also lit up his own temple in my heart with a lot of candles and strange noises.

What have been the greatest challenges of your career so far?

Perhaps like most of the kamikaze-minded career pianists, the difficulties come from finding the right equilibrium between the practice room and daily life. Piano practice is a heavy roasting machine that is very needy and can devour your existence completely with the smallest lack of organisation and forgetfulness for your inner child’s needs. Don’t get me wrong, is a very pleasurable process if you know when to stop and allow curiosity to regain its powers for the next day of musical intercourse.

To domesticate an idea at the piano, or perhaps any other instrument, that’s running like a wild and abstract stallion through your head, maybe a single passage of only a few bars, which can be 0.1 % of a single work, can abduct you into hours of separation from reality – if you’re lucky to find it first of all, and then to genuinely believe in it for more than a day. It’s a long grotesque Socratic marathon, of questions and barefoot answers.

Then to be happily captive by what is so unique and rewarding about music making, you need to let yourself be vulnerable to the infinite ramifications of life outside routine, which is also difficult, to surrender yourself into the hands of the world and get as intimate as possible with it, so then the music can relate to an intensity of emotions such as those that were actually lived out so it can feed itself out of them, good or terrible. It can become an extreme sport.

But it’s very difficult to otherwise find yourself above the water throughout a live performance and present your feelings palpably to an audience. We can of course ignite emotions through literature too from the comfort zone of our goose feathered pillows and electronic cigarettes, and our subconscious power has the ability to make connections with the emotions triggered by these informational pheromones. But an emotion that was consumed in real life and stored in our inner laboratory has more potency and unique fragrance to our own selves and the music starts to unravel in a more personal way and it becomes forged in the silhouette of our own personality.

For now this is the greatest challenge. The rest of the things in life come and go as they please with no injuries so far, even insomnia or pre-concert panic attacks.

How do you make your repertoire choices from season to season?

I try as much as possible to relate to some sort of a theme, if not for the entire programme at least for each half of it. I wish actually that there would be a change in the “system” and that programmes would have no break and would be a bit shorter too.

I also try to travel as much as my current knowledge permits and reach for more distant composers that seem foreign to my taste buds, so basically to balance a programme that also gets me out of my comfort zone. I find it tremendously important to allow yourself as a musician to be in a constant swing with the unknown that is waiting to be devoured or devour itself.

Also coming from a rage of doing so many competitions, I still have the pitbull tendency to construct a very muscular programme, which in a way is promoted by the nature of “competition”, so I try now to pull back my sleeves and present some ingredients that have a more natural way of digestion.

Do you have a favourite concert venue to perform in and why?

I feel recently that basically the people make “the venue”. Their energy, interest, respect and vulnerability to be touched and create this sort of tension of curiosity in the hall is what feeds me most, and therefore I also open up and can overcome anything that presents itself to be problematic and I can become one with the whole set-up. Also a medium-rare acoustic between reverberation and dehydration, and a piano with enough generosity in its sound palette, makes any concert venue “my favourite”.

What is your most memorable concert experience?

Perhaps when one person suffering from severe depression came after a concert in London at St. Martin-in-the-Fields, smiling and as joyful as a euphoric young child, telling me it was the first time in a couple of years he had felt happiness again. It was so sincere and humble, we started crying together.

As a musician, what is your definition of success?

To go on stage with pleasure.

What do you consider to be the most important ideas and concepts to impart to aspiring musicians?

Don’t forget to always “B” natural . You will “B” flat in the afterlife for eternity, so enjoy the power of now, and “B” sharp with your current decisions.

Where would you like to be in 10 years’ time?

On my own island. Yes. A very short career indeed but with a confident tierce de Picardie.

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

To be surrounded with people who nurture your inner child, who also know how to appreciate a divinely crafted gin and tonic.

What is your most treasured possession?

My hands and my friends.

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