Assuming that there is any financial news worth recording in the 
                current economic climate, do New York stockbrokers get all their 
                data these days via computer screens rather than on paper?  I 
                only ask because, if that’s the case, Van Cliburn will presumably 
                retain in perpetuity his achievement of being the only classical 
                musician to be honoured with a ticker-tape procession through 
                the city’s streets. 
                
That 
                  acclaim was the result of his amazing victory in the piano section 
                  of the first International Tchaikovsky Competition in Moscow 
                  in 1958.  That achievement was “amazing”, let me make clear, 
                  not because he wasn’t fully deserving of the prize but because 
                  he was an American and, in those freezing depths of the Cold 
                  War, Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev was actually required to 
                  approve the judges’ choice before it could be announced.  Thereafter, 
                  the lean, rather gangling and diffident pianist became American 
                  classical music’s poster-boy until choosing to withdraw somewhat 
                  from the spotlight in the late 1970s following the deaths of 
                  his father and his manager. 
                
This 
                  DVD, the third of an ongoing Van Cliburn in Moscow series 
                  and deriving from material preserved by Russian TV, offers us 
                  inter alia live performances of Rachmaninoff’s two most 
                  popular piano concertos.  The earlier is that of the third concerto, 
                  performed at a winner’s concert after that 1958 contest.  A 
                  major reservation has to be recorded at the very start: the 
                  visual image is poor.  It would appear from the general gloom 
                  that little or no extra lighting was imported to assist the 
                  cameras.  This is less black-and-white than mid-shades-of-grey 
                  television, very similar in quality to what US TV had looked 
                  like at the beginning of the decade – compare Toscanini’s television 
                  broadcasts on Testament’s DVDs.  There is also a considerable 
                  amount of slight but annoying visual distortion owing to some 
                  sort of horizontal striation.  Moreover, camera angles are relatively 
                  unimaginative – though actually rather better, as it turns out, 
                  than they were to be 14 years later (see below).  A final point 
                  is there appear to be some unnecessarily interpolated sequences 
                  that, to judge from the completely different quality of the 
                  film, were not genuine parts of the original broadcast material 
                  – fortunately, though, these are shots of audience members rather 
                  than the performers. 
                
This 
                  is, nevertheless, a striking performance.  The very youthful 
                  looking soloist, just 23 years old at the time, had obviously 
                  already built up a strong rapport with the conductor and orchestra 
                  (there is some good-natured joking between them before the performance 
                  begins) and the audience was clearly all agog to see and hear 
                  the surprise competition winner in action once again. 
                
And 
                  well might they have been!  This is a tremendous, completely 
                  confident live performance, combining, as required, supreme 
                  lyricism with unbelievable impetuosity – and delivered with 
                  such concentration and power as to make one imagine that the 
                  executant’s very life depended on it.  He dashes the concerto 
                  off with the technical assurance usually associated with pianists 
                  of much greater experience and Kondrashin, clearly astonished 
                  at what is happening at the keyboard alongside him, gives his 
                  all in fully committed support. 
                
A 
                  month after this television recording, Cliburn and Kondrashin 
                  made their famous live RCA Victor recording of the same concerto 
                  with the Symphony of the Air, the reincarnation of Toscanini’s 
                  old NBC Symphony Orchestra, at Carnegie Hall. In his review, 
                  my colleague Jonathan Woolf did not consider that particular 
                  crowd-pleasingly flashy performance (“subject to moments of 
                  refinement and sudden over-dramatised theatre”) to be an account 
                  to live with on CD.  He is probably right in that judgement.   
                  But, with the added visual dimension, technically compromised 
                  though it is, I think you can make the case for what we have 
                  here on the DVD: certainly not a performance for life 
                  but, rather, a valuable memento of a one-off occasion captured 
                  for posterity and best regarded as just that - the performance, 
                  if you like, of Van Cliburn’s life. 
                
The 
                  1958 encores are all carried off with great aplomb.  Widmung, 
                  with powerful waves of rippling melody sweeping over Moscow 
                  Conservatory’s Great Hall, is an especial delight and 
                  the audience is utterly thrilled and delighted to hear a mightily 
                  effective coup de theatre in the form of the performer’s 
                  own arrangement of Moscow Nights. 
                
With 
                  the 1972 performance of the second piano concerto, we are on 
                  rather better ground as far as the quality of the TV recording 
                  is concerned.  The image is much brighter and sharper, though 
                  still falling short of contemporary western technical standards.  
                  And, while the USSR had introduced colour television transmissions 
                  as early as 1968, only a year behind the UK, this performance 
                  was still recorded – surprisingly, I would have thought, for 
                  such a high-profile occasion - in black and white. 
                
The 
                  major issue is, though, the poor direction that results from 
                  the inadequate provision and physical distribution of the cameras.  
                  Although the orchestra under Kondrashin again makes a tremendously 
                  powerful contribution to the performance, the way it is filmed 
                  is quite rudimentary.  Today we are used to close-ups of, say, 
                  the cellos as they sing out a passionate melody or the brass 
                  when they make a dramatic entry.  But what we have here is a 
                  series of pretty basic and prolonged long and medium shots, 
                  often taken from inappropriate and unhelpful angles.  I even 
                  wonder how familiar the director was with the music itself, 
                  for he or she entirely misses the orchestral opening of the 
                  central adagio sostenuto, remaining fixed instead on 
                  Cliburn sitting at the keyboard and merely (only metaphorically, 
                  of course!) twiddling his thumbs.  The first movement has almost 
                  come to an end before the cameramen discover an angle that lets 
                  us see much of the soloist’s facial expressions and, in order 
                  to see clearly what Cliburn’s amazingly long fingers are doing 
                  on the keyboard, we have to wait until the second movement (whereupon 
                  the director, clearly delighted to have found a good vantage 
                  point at last, holds the shot for what seems like eternity!). 
                
Nonetheless, 
                  in spite of its technical limitations this is another performance 
                  worth preserving – and not only from a purely historical perspective.  
                  Demonstrating note-perfect technique and expert and sensitive 
                  dynamic control from the very beginning of the first movement, 
                  Cliburn’s interpretation emerges as more powerful and muscular 
                  than most and he is certainly not one to dawdle unnecessarily.  
                  While the score’s more lyrical sections receive due attention, 
                  any suspicion of over-sentimentality is completely avoided.  
                  The audience seems to love it all and applauds with immense 
                  enthusiasm – but I do wonder whether that was at least in part 
                  because, at a time of considerable international tension, they 
                  were recognising a returning artist whom they regarded as an 
                  “old friend” of the USSR. 
                
              
This 
                is, then, an important historical document.  The 1958 performances 
                are, in particular, well worth watching so as to give one an idea 
                of why it was that, against all the odds, it was an American who 
                was allowed to win that inaugural Tchaikovsky competition.  In 
                the end, as is clear from this DVD, Nikita Khrushchev made absolutely 
                the right choice: “Is he the best?” he is said to have asked, 
                “Then give him the prize!”.
                
                Rob Maynard