From an interview between 
                a pianist and his interlocutor; pianist 
                first. 
              
It was awful. I 
                was going to say, "Who is this 
                pianist?" The truth is that I found 
                it very fast. I hated it. Much too fast. 
              
Did you recognise yourself 
                in the performance? 
              
Not at all. 
              
Not in any of the details? 
              
Well, in some of 
                the details. In the two solos. When 
                I hear it now, so fast and so straightforward 
                – I just can’t understand it. It loses 
                all meaning. Where one expects some 
                lingering, it is so metronomic. 
              
The pianist was Claudio 
                Arrau (Conversations with Arrau 
                with Joseph Horowitz) and the performance 
                by which he was so disappointed was 
                this one, conducted by Basil Cameron 
                and recorded in London in 1947. Arrau’s 
                performances, hardly uniquely, grew 
                progressively more measured over the 
                years. The Cameron recording was faster 
                than the Giulini, which in turn was 
                faster than the Haitink; live performances 
                from the 1970s confirm the trend as 
                an absolute. 
              
 
              
Part of the problem 
                as Arrau himself acknowledged may have 
                lain in his formative years. His teacher, 
                Martin Krause, didn’t like the Brahms 
                Piano Concertos and presumably didn’t 
                teach them; he certainly didn’t teach 
                them to Arrau. Consequently he came 
                to them rather late, maybe in his later 
                twenties, and this seems to have inculcated 
                a sense of doubt in his mind, even though 
                he was in his forties when he first 
                came to make this recording with Cameron. 
                One thing Arrau specifically noted in 
                his playing was the "superficial 
                excitement" which he explicitly 
                weighed against the "spiritual 
                values" that he found so singularly 
                lacking in his younger self’s performance. 
                Arrau generally denigrated much of his 
                youthful playing as "too fast" 
                and there was some critical evidence 
                that the Berlin critics thought so too. 
                Nevertheless this recording will strike 
                many listeners as following well-established 
                tempo norms and of demonstrating well-correlated 
                balances between drive and lyricism. 
              
 
              
One can judge that 
                in the first movement where Arrau and 
                Cameron take almost the exact same tempo 
                as the slightly earlier 1945 Decca pairing 
                of Curzon and Jorda. The piano receives 
                rather too favourable a balance with 
                Arrau – just too far in front of the 
                orchestra for absolute comfort – but 
                the compensatory features are the auditory 
                clarity of Arrau’s passagework. He and 
                Curzon stress the maestoso elements 
                rather more so than the galvanisingly 
                fleet Backhaus with Boult in 1932, whose 
                drive would doubtless have horrified 
                Arrau. What one notices in the performance, 
                despite the pianist’s strictures, is 
                the ease of the shaping of melodic lines 
                and the detail Arrau’s points in his 
                constantly mobile and articulate left 
                hand. The slow movement sounds songful, 
                lyrical and intimate. Typically Arrau 
                couldn’t even bring himself to listen 
                to it ("Maybe it was Cameron who 
                pushed") but we can listen to his 
                stressing of the upper left hand voicings 
                and his altogether sympathetic playing 
                – even though the orchestral passages 
                are rather blunted by the recording. 
                The finale is certainly slower than 
                Curzon’s and it possesses strength and 
                power if not magnetic drive. The orchestral 
                basses sound rather lateral and spread 
                and, taking Arrau’s considered view 
                of the work, I would suppose that he 
                found in the finale a microcosm of the 
                greater faults in his reading; a lack 
                of the cumulative and inevitable ascent 
                to triumph implicit in the score. If 
                the concerto is an assertion of the 
                pianist’s physical and psychological 
                will – Arrau was well versed in psychoanalysis 
                – then his later performances would 
                better embody those qualities. At least 
                for him. 
              
 
              
Coupled with the Concerto 
                is the Waldstein Sonata, another 
                1947 recording. This is in clear sound 
                but there are occasional shellac pops 
                and ticks. In the slow movement there 
                are also some laminate thumps. His playing 
                here is again leonine and measured and 
                has none of the Jovian banging about 
                sometimes inflicted on its quasi-orchestral 
                carapace. Instead there is a total avoidance 
                of simplistic gestures and a sense of 
                intense identification and involvement. 
                The Columbia 1956 remake is probably 
                better known than this decade-earlier 
                78 but the Philips cycle of the 32, 
                made in 1963, is the best known. 
              
 
              
As I said there are 
                some imperfections in this transfer 
                and no notes at all – but Arrau admirers 
                will be able to live without them for 
                the sake of these two examples of a 
                self he later came to disavow but whose 
                virtues are still illuminating and necessary. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf