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	is a personal opinion, and I can offer no evidence to support the claim,
	I believe this very attractive piece reveals the true character and personality
	of Dvorák. It dates from 1876. Ten years earlier he had composed his
	song cycle Cypress Trees written at the disappointment he felt over
	a girl he loved marrying someone else. Later, Dvorák was to marry
	her sister and this concerto is a sunny work which has a felicity reminiscent
	of Mendelssohn. Michael Kennedy asserts that Dvorák had a Schubertian
	gift for melody ... where does he obtain these odd ideas? Dvorák`s
	gift of melody owes more to Bohemian folk music and the grace of Mozart
	but also to his natural melodic gift which was entirely his.
	
	There is an admirable simplicity about this concerto. That does not mean
	it is easy to play. What is also admirable is that Dvorák was not
	a pianist and one might expect his concerto to be as duff as, for example,
	the one by Vaughan Williams. But it isn't. It is a good and very satisfying
	piece.
	
	Andreas Boyde's performance is both very exciting and gloriously effective.
	This technique is unquestionable and now we have evidence of a true lyricism.
	He is a pianist with steel fingers and a warm heart.. Every bit a complete
	musician. The slow movement reminded me of the Krommers and the Bendas with
	that wonderful mid-European clarity and rustic delight ... certainly not
	Schubert. Dvorák's clear textures are a constant joy. There is a beauty
	and stillness in this music which Boyde captures to perfection. The
	finale is also very well realised.
	
	Paul Schoenfields Four Parables is a tour de farce for any
	pianist. This is brilliant, sleazy, jazzy, vaudeville music but of the highest
	quality. So good is it that it makes George Gershwin sound like an amateur.
	What joyful, witty and totally absorbing music this is. You must read the
	accompanying booklet to discover the intriguing subject matter of the four
	movements, Unashamed foot tapping material as well as an elegy of
	great conviction.
	
	As for the piano playing, one can only exclaim astonishment and admiration.
	It is a sensational success.
	
	The recording is exemplary
	
	Reviewer
	
	David Wright
	
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	Recording
	 
	
	
	and another view from Peter Grahame Woolf
	
	Dvorák's early piano concerto is written off in New Grove with one
	dismissive sentence. I have quite enjoyed its occasional airings, but never
	so much as in Andreas Boyde's 1994 live recording from a Freiburg
	concert with a very sympathetic conductor. It is criticised for not being
	overtly virtuosic, but its pianistic difficulties have militated against
	frequent performances. There is a haunting slow movement played with a touching
	inwardness, and the final allegro con fuoco has a pre-echo of the
	Symphonic Variations of a decade later, which for me would have been a preferable
	coupling.
	
	However, this CD is devised as a showcase for Andreas Boyde, whose recording
	of Tchaikovsky's 2nd concerto, with the same orchestra and conductor,
	I had previously admired (Athene ATH
	CD16). Paul Schoenfield, an Arizona graduate,
	started composing at 7 and wrote this programmatic concerto in the early
	1980s when he was about 35. It is a light-weight piece of virtuosic writing
	in a tonal idiom with popular references, and suits Andreas Boyde's confident,
	extravert style of pianism, captured in a 1998 concert in Dresden. The four
	movements are conceived as parables about American life. We meet a quadriplegic
	murderer (not as sinister as you might expect); an Alzheimer victim reflecting
	on his once vigorous past; an elegy for an acquaintance who, because of religious
	fanaticism, died without medical help, and a story about a jazz club in a
	Dog Heaven, which the composer had made up to console some children whose
	mother had got rid of the family pet! Pleasant but forgettable mainstream
	music, wholly derivative, brash and ultimately meretricious. Others who prefer
	late 20th century music to be nearer the 19th than
	the 21st will certainly disagree, and the Schoenfield concerto
	will give pleasure to those who like their new music to be not too challenging.
	
	The piano is balanced well forward in the Schoenfield, as is the common way
	with piano concertos on CD; much more natural in the Dvorák. It is,
	anyhow, well worth buying for the Dvorák alone and, with his London
	connections and an English record company, I am eager to have an opportunity
	to review Andreas Boyde live in concert for Seen
	& Heard
	
	Reviewer
	
	 Peter Grahame Woolf 
	
	 
 
	
	
	In addition
	
	I was so taken with the companion work on this disc with its
	Bartok/Bernstein/Ibert influences that I asked Rob Barnett to give it
	a special hearing. LM
	
	PAUL SCHOENFIELD Piano Concerto
	Four Parables (1983) 28.50
	
	This concerto is in a mildly challenging jazzy idiom, not at all bland, rattling
	and shuddering with feeling and display. It is a spicily apposite and happily
	disconcerting stable-mate for the Dvorák and we should be grateful
	to Athene for their brave spirit in coupling the two works. 
	
	The four parables are macabre 'twilight zone' fables. The first movement's
	sleepy tension is redolent of Shostakovich 8 with Hebraic cross-currents
	but this is soon cast aside in a jazzy tumbling onslaught the twin, in character,
	with Peter Mennins Piano Concerto. Senility's Ride (II) is a dream dance
	- sheets of shot silk and slews of fog evolving into smoochy speakeasy dances
	winding through a smoky phantasm. A jazzy rumpus erupts - all Gershwin and
	Arnold. In fact the inspiration for some of this may well have been Arnold's
	Concerto for Phyllis and Cyril with a similar level of taste collapse.
	
	The Elegy (III) is written for someone whose religious fanaticism denied
	himself medical attention and died young. The minor key miasma is not at
	all bluesy. Instead we get the most avant-garde of the four movements with
	disconnected rhapsodising, drum-taps and battering possessed anger. The finale
	(Dog Heaven) is a crazy side-walk ragtime with dashes of Mozart 'walking
	the dog' all topped off with a chaotic feral shindig met with uproarious
	applause. This is a work of gutsy collage-like exuberance and Boyde and the
	Dresden orchestra are all willing spurs and riders. 
	
	Reviewer
	
	Rob Barnett 
	
	