Search for “Paderewski” on YouTube and
                      you’ll find a fascinating little movie clip from the year
                      1928 that shows the great man at home at his Swiss chateau,
                      Riond Bosson. That stunning mansion at Morges, above Lake
                      Geneva, offers literally concrete proof of the material
                      success achieved by the greatest virtuoso pianist of his
                      era who had begun life in relative poverty 68 years earlier. 
                  
                   
                  
                  
But, like many other musicians who ultimately
                      found themselves pigeonholed primarily in 
re-creative musical
                      activities – often as conductors or instrumental soloists
                      - Paderewski had initially regarded himself as a 
creative artist
                      and had devoted a great deal of time and effort to composing.
                   
                  
This disc usefully offers us both of Paderewski’s
                      large-scale works for piano and orchestra: his only concerto
                      - the premiere performance of which he somewhat grudgingly
                      conceded to Annette Essipoff in gratitude for her earlier
                      promotion of his music - and the colourful 
Polish Fantasy.
                   
                  
I am not sure where Jan Popis, the writer
                      of the accompanying booklet notes comes from, but, given
                      that he suggests that the concerto and the Fantasy “have
                      won the recognition of concert pianists, 
who never fail
                      to include these works in their repertoires” (my emphasis),
                      I cannot believe it is Planet Earth. 
                   
                  
A more accurate assessment on the concerto’s
                      current status was given by Jeremy Nicholas in his 1991
                      notes for the inaugural volume of Hyperion’s 
Romantic
                      Piano Concerto series (
see
                      review). While describing the Paderewski - and its
                      companion Moszkowski concerto - as “appealing, well-crafted
                      and imaginative… with… high spirits and luscious tunes”,
                      he conceded – though to his personal disappointment and
                      mystification – that it had disappeared virtually completely
                      from the concert hall.
                   
                  
I am not so sure, though, that there is
                      any real mystery. Quite simply, the concerto – and particularly
                      its first movement when the audience’s attention needs
                      to be firmly seized – lacks the memorable Big Tune that
                      is a virtual prerequisite in elevating a Romantic era concerto
                      to public affection and thus into the regular repertoire.
                      And when such a melody 
does eventually
 come
                      along – notably in the very attractive central 
Romanza – it
                      is largely given to the strings while the piano enjoys
                      an essentially decorative role. One can certainly 
admire Paderewski’s
                      compositional skills – although, oddly enough, I find him
                      more impressive when he writes for the orchestra than for
                      the soloist – but I cannot see many listeners 
loving this
                      concerto as a whole. 
                   
                  
The 
Polish Fantasy - originally
                      entitled 
“Fantasie polonaise sur des thèmes originaux
                      pour piano et orchestra” - is a more overtly tuneful
                      piece and a thoroughly jolly romp, though one that has
                      been rightly assessed elsewhere on this website by Glyn
                      Pursglove as “musically rather slight” (
see
                      review). It does, though, effectively showcase Paderewski
                      in full Polish nationalist mode. His only symphony was
                      subtitled “Polonia” and he was Prime Minister of the newly-created
                      Republic of Poland in 1919. It’s not-quite-a-full-concerto
                      length might make programming it in concert a little problematic,
                      but on CD it becomes a more practical – and quite attractive – proposition.
                   
                  
Comparing this version of the concerto
                      with Piers Lane’s Hyperion performance - see the first
                      link above - I definitely enjoyed Ian Hobson’s interpretation
                      far more. He employs an extra – and, in context, quite
                      appropriate – degree of 
rubato throughout and produces
                      a far more idiomatic result. It is interesting to discover
                      that Madame Essipoff’s interpretation was criticised by
                      contemporaries as “exaggerated in its expressiveness” – but
                      Hobson demonstrates conclusively that an extra degree of
                      expressiveness is exactly what is this concerto needs to
                      make its greatest possible impact. Just to take a single
                      example, the full-blooded way that he and Jerzy Maksymiuk
                      - also the conductor for Piers Lane - attack the opening
                      of the finale serves the score far better than Lane’s more
                      controlled approach. 
                   
                  
Maksymiuk - who, quite appropriately, himself
                      won First Prize in the 1964 Paderewski Piano Competition
                      - is common to both Hobson’s and Lane’s discs. Hobson also
                      enjoys the support of a genuinely Polish orchestra and
                      the Sinfonia Varsovia - presumably rather more familiar
                      with Paderewski on a regular basis than the BBC Scottish – plays
                      with idiomatic flair and enthusiasm.
                   
                  
Quite significantly, too, Hobson’s disc
                      was recorded at a slightly higher level and with a greater
                      degree of reverberation. As a result, it has an acoustic
                      that suits a grandly romantic piano concerto down to the
                      ground.
                   
                  
One small gripe, though … Zephyr’s marketing
                      people have created - and not for the first time - a drearily
                      monochromatic booklet cover. It would be very sad if the
                      impression that gave were to deter any impulse buyer from
                      sampling the extremely colourful piano playing on this
                      disc.
                   
                  
                  
Rob Maynard