This is, OgreOgress’ 
                web-site tells us, the sixth in a series 
                of discs featuring previously unrecorded 
                works by well-known composers. The product 
                design, it has to be said, leaves something 
                to be desired. The notes (perfectly 
                acceptable in themselves) are printed 
                in white on a variety of eye-paining, 
                headache-inducing colours. There is 
                no catalogue number to be seen anywhere 
                on the (flimsy cardboard) slipcase, 
                nor on the disc itself. Only by going 
                to OgreOgress’ website (http://www.ogreogress.home-page.org) 
                and finding the relevant listing does 
                ‘OO2003a’ turn up, and even then it 
                is not in the obvious place. Are they 
                deliberately trying to make it hard 
                to get hold of this disc? 
              
 
              
As it happens, it is 
                of much value. It is fascinating to 
                meet the First Piano Sonata (track 1: 
                there was to be no Second …), which 
                dates from the close of the period of 
                Feldman’s studies with Wallingford Riegger. 
                Its dedication to Bartók is interesting, 
                and the slow movement of Bartók’s 
                own Sonata is given as the starting 
                point. Feldman’s gestures seem to stand 
                in opposition to each other (Feldman 
                being averse to developing any idea 
                in conventional ways). Silence plays 
                a big part in the work’s argument, although 
                there is a nicely agile section (c3’10-30). 
                A sudden glissando makes an impact, 
                like a spontaneous, yet brief, outburst. 
                The calmer Preludio makes explicit 
                reference to the Bach of the Two-Part 
                inventions, itself putting the Self-Portrait 
                into relief (the latter works to a positively 
                impassioned climax based on a four-note 
                descending motif). 
              
 
              
The Three Dances 
                was premièred in 1950 by pianist 
                Edwin Hymovitz for Merle Marsicano’s 
                dance performance. The first is almost 
                as un-dancelike as you can get, in the 
                traditional sense of the word. An eerie 
                Cageian silence hangs over this (track 
                4). The spiky yet delicate second dance 
                seems to refer to Schoenberg’s Op. 19 
                Piano Pieces, while the sudden (unannounced) 
                introduction of percussion in to the 
                third (including a hammer on a small 
                anvil?), followed by tapping provides 
                a hypnotic conclusion. 
              
 
              
For Cynthia 
                was written for Feldman’s first wife. 
                It is small and unashamedly cute. 
              
 
              
The concluding Pieces 
                for Three Pianos are much larger 
                statements, and here the composer has 
                a chance to breathe. All three parts 
                are played by Petrina. She aims not 
                for a simulation of a live act, but 
                rather to provide an alternative listening 
                experience. The slow-moving, almost 
                processional first piece (track 8). 
                Two of the piano parts are written for 
                chords to be held until they fade away; 
                the third is precisely temporally notated. 
                The end result is initially disorientating, 
                but one slowly becomes dragged into 
                the piece’s aesthetic. For the second 
                piece, as one piano fades, another enters 
                in an attempt at contiguity. In both 
                pieces, time ceases to operate for the 
                listener in a ‘normal’ way (in as much 
                as time ever can!), and perception becomes 
                ever heightened. There appears to be 
                a high-pitched squeal towards the end 
                of the piece on my review copy that 
                sounds like a recording fault (it starts 
                around 13’40). 
              
 
              
Not to worry. Petrina 
                herself plays with complete commitment. 
                She holds an impressive CV, having studied 
                at Padua, Ljubljana and Budapest (see 
                http://musicianmp3.com/artist/DeboraPetrina/) 
                and her performances, which are bound 
                together by the utmost concentration, 
                bear out her abilities. This is a fascinating 
                document, invaluable for all students/followers 
                of Feldman. 
              
 
              
Colin Clarke