Until receiving a batch of CDs of Roger Woodward’s playing 
                  I wouldn’t have associated him with anything other than contemporary 
                  music, and possibly Chopin least of all. In fact, these works 
                  have been at the heart of his repertoire for his entire career, 
                  but it was only at the age of 63 that he felt the time was right 
                  to preserve his interpretations for posterity. Why did it take 
                  so long? “It takes that long”, was Woodward’s response, “Chopin 
                  gives us the questions but he doesn’t give us the answers.” 
                  
                  
                  As with all of these solo pieces, there is no single answer 
                  to the questions posed. The quest will always go on, even when 
                  great pianists of the past such as Rubinstein and more recently 
                  Maria João Pires (Deutsche Grammophon) have covered the ground 
                  so sublimely before. Pires is very much a case in point. Where 
                  her readings push the boundaries in terms of the drama and intensity 
                  to be found in these works, Woodward is to be found shining 
                  a more reflective light on the music – both equally valid points 
                  of view, and each with their strengths and potential weaknesses. 
                  I find Pires wears me out after a while, unbeatably impressive 
                  though her recordings are. I’ve somehow never managed to square 
                  the circle which has me thinking that Nocturnes should have 
                  something of ‘the night’ in them – for all the turbulence which 
                  this can imply. Woodward certainly does not shy from the drama 
                  and strife in a piece such as the Nocturne Op.15 No.1, 
                  and the beautiful contrast between the storm of the opening 
                  and the enigmatic, suspended calm of the melody with which the 
                  piece concludes is done with tremendous élan. 
                  
                  The commentary on the Celestial Harmonies website sums up the 
                  overall impression of these recordings very well indeed: “This 
                  not just steel-fingered virtuosity, it’s looking deeply into 
                  the hidden layers of these remarkable works, trying to sound 
                  out what it all means, reading between the lines, listening 
                  to the silence between the notes, playing it all in the most 
                  thoughtful way. It avoids the obvious, it looks for understanding 
                  rather than outward effect.” These comments also further emphasise 
                  the poetic nature of Roger Woodward’s approach, something which 
                  is rather subjective, and taken cynically might also be read 
                  as ‘freedom to muck about with the tempi’. Listening to a drier, 
                  arguably less poetic recording from 1976 by Garrick Ohlsson 
                  as part of the EMI 
                  200th Anniversary Edition, and we hear a pianist 
                  coming in with consistently more compact timings, the difference 
                  frequently hovering around the minute mark. The benefits of 
                  this are more of a feeling of dance in those pieces with that 
                  as an inherent characteristic, but also with a different kind 
                  of cohesion in the melodic lines. With less meditative tempi 
                  a pianist will more often than not solve some of the problems 
                  of ‘questions’ with which we were confronted at the top of this 
                  review. What Roger Woodward does so well is preserve the illusion 
                  of line, working on the imagination by drawing us in and making 
                  us ‘believe’ – something which all pianists have to do, a true 
                  legato line not being in the nature of an instrument for which 
                  every separate note has its own set of levers and countless 
                  other mechanical bits and pieces. Take the remarkable Nocturne 
                  Op.48 No.1 in C minor, over which Woodward takes 6:27 to 
                  Ohlsson’s 5:49. The opening line is drawn out over an accompaniment 
                  which is fractured by some subtle pedalling, so that it is easy 
                  to hear that deceptive melody as a violin line, pure and refined, 
                  over a kind of pizzicato bass. This melody emerges triumphantly 
                  after the heroic turmoil of the central section, becoming an 
                  entire body of instruments in comparison to the solo of the 
                  opening. These qualities are built into the way the music is 
                  written, but it takes a true master to turn a true masterpiece. 
                  
                  
                  These recordings are the kind which grow on one. It took me 
                  a little while to be convinced, but the more I return the more 
                  I want to hear, which has been the opposite of my experience 
                  with Pires’s stunning but, to my ears, ultimately over-cooked 
                  performances. There are one or two moments where the consistency 
                  of Woodward’s approach might be called into question. There 
                  is that beautifully lyrical opening to the F minor Nocturne 
                  Op.55 No.1 which Woodward takes almost too semplice, 
                  indeed letting the music speak for itself, but with a rather 
                  unexpected lack of the kind of ‘soul’ we have in so many of 
                  the other pieces. The experience of making the recording 
                  has its own effect on those involved, and Woodward’s own statement 
                  at the time reveals the kind of two-way energies which one can 
                  feel from these very fine recordings: “Somehow I’m not playing 
                  them anymore; they are now playing me.” If there was any kind 
                  of music which you would prefer to have in the driving seat 
                  of a Hamburg Steinway D with ivory keys, then it’s Chopin’s 
                  Nocturnes. 
                  
                  Dominy Clements
                see also review by Jonathan 
                  Woolf
                Track listing
                  CD 1 
                  Trois Nocturnes Op. 9 (1832) 
                  B flat minor [6:07] 
                  E flat major [6:15] 
                  B major [6:34] 
                  Trois Nocturnes Op. 15 (1833) 
                  F major [5:07] 
                  F sharp major [3:44] 
                  G minor [5:56] 
                  Deux Nocturnes Op. 27 (1836) 
                  C sharp minor [5:30] 
                  D flat major [6:29] 
                  Deux Nocturnes Op. 32 (1837) 
                  B major [5:49] 
                  A flat major [5:59] 
                  CD 2 
                  Deux Nocturnes Op. 37 (1840) 
                  G minor [7:32] 
                  G major [7:09] 
                  Deux Nocturnes Op. 48 (1841) 
                  C minor [6:27] 
                  F sharp minor [7:37] 
                  Deux Nocturnes Op. 55 (1844) 
                  F minor [5:07] 
                  E flat major [5:14] 
                  Deux Nocturnes Op. 62 (1846) 
                  B major [8:41] 
                  E major [6:15] 
                  Nocturne Op. post. (1827?) 
                  E minor [4:01] 
                  Lento con gran espressione [Nocturne] Op. post. (1830) 
                  C sharp minor [4:08] 
                  Nocturne Op. post. (1847/8) 
                C minor [2:49]