From the laudatory 
                comments plastered all over the box 
                and the über-flattering essay about 
                the pianist that takes up a full two 
                pages of the program book, one would 
                think that Burkhard Schliessmann was 
                the greatest pianist since Liszt. And, 
                I will have to confess that in certain 
                repertoire he is fine indeed, but this 
                presentation is long on plaudits and 
                short on product. The only half-interesting 
                hour-plus recital has nothing of great 
                visual excitement and some hit and miss 
                playing ranging from the very fine to 
                the utterly pedantic. 
              
 
              
In an email exchange 
                with my colleague Donald Satz, I was 
                strongly encouraged to listen to Schliessmann’s 
                Schumann recordings, which Mr. Satz 
                found extraordinary. It was his advice 
                that encouraged me to give this set 
                a second and third listen, and I did 
                find some rather fine playing on a portion 
                of this disc. Alas it is not to be found 
                in the Godowsky/Strauss works, which 
                were played under tempo, lethargically, 
                and so haltingly as to make me believe 
                that Schliessmann was being entirely 
                too careful not to miss a note - read: 
                these pieces need more rehearsal. Since 
                the bulk of Strauss’s output was in 
                the form of a waltz - even Fledermaus 
                is a big set of waltzes with funny words 
                - I spent the entirety of this set trying 
                to dance, and being unable to do so. 
                The playing lacks the lilt of the dance, 
                the joie and spirit of old Vienna, 
                and well, it is just rather boring and 
                pedantic. Couple that with some completely 
                uninteresting camera work (really, how 
                much can you do with a guy and a piano 
                alone in a fancy room?), and Mr. Schliessmann’s 
                rather expressionless posture at the 
                piano and you get an end-result that 
                requires quite an effort to keep from 
                nodding off. 
              
 
              
The Liszt Schubert 
                transcriptions are another affair. Mr. 
                Schliessmann here seems to be well acquainted 
                with the songs themselves, and portrays 
                the poetry, or at least a good representation 
                of it, in his playing. He is fleet of 
                finger and his handling of inner voices 
                is exquisite. Tempo choices are right 
                on, corresponding again with the spirit 
                of the poetry. Particular favorites 
                were the lovely rendition of Auf 
                dem Wasser zu Singen and the spirited, 
                yea riveting performance of Erlkönig. 
              
 
              
A nice bonus is the 
                DVD audio disc of Chopin works, with 
                an encore video presentation at the 
                end. Borrowed from the Bayer label. 
                The playing of the four Ballades is 
                certainly elegant, particularly in the 
                slower passages, but I was a bit bothered 
                by what seems to be a lack of inner 
                rhythm and attention to the inner subdivisions 
                of beats. Once things get moving at 
                a faster pace, then Schliessmann is 
                all control and panache. I was most 
                impressed by the rich warm tone he gets 
                out of the piano, and how he manages 
                not to blur the more virtuosic passages 
                with an abundance of pedal. It is sad 
                though that when the music is at its 
                most poetic, Schliessmann is at his 
                most pedantic. 
              
 
              
Production values are 
                fair, with an abundance of praise for 
                the artist, so much so that one begins 
                to have doubts about his abilities; 
                methinks thou dost protest too much, 
                perhaps. Notes on the music are informative 
                and concise, and the essay on Godowsky 
                is particularly worthwhile. 
              
 
              
Since this is primarily 
                a video production, I recommend rental 
                over purchase. The music is somewhat 
                interesting, and at least worth a single 
                listen/viewing, but the investment of 
                buyer’s cash might be too much to risk. 
              
 
              
Kevin Sutton