Pianist Noriko Ogawa with a young Filipino admirer Photos by Amado Chua
How does one become a specialist in the music of Claude Debussy? He doesn’t seem to be the warhorse kind of composer the way Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, Liszt are.
But to Noriko Ogawa, 54, a Steinway artist who visited Manila recently for an exclusive concert and a lecture-recital open at the Santiago Hall of the BDO Corporate Center in Makati, she knew Debussy was “it” for her when she first saw someone performing his music on TV.
“That was the beginning,” she said. “My teacher didn’t let me study Debussy, saying he was for weak fingers and that I wouldn’t develop well. So I became a secret Debussy player. My mother would be upset, to put it mildly, if I practice something not in my lessons.”
She used to sneak out to go to a music store. There she’d play Debussy pieces on a piano until she estimated that her absence would be noticed by her mother, then she’d return home. She recalled, “The pressure from my parents was incredibly great. It was very suffocating for me, but now I’m grateful to them. I can just cry thinking of them.”
She was something of a “wild child” but one who never forgot to practice her piano until the day came in her teens when her teacher told her she needed to speak to her parents. At the time, she played on a Yamaha. Nervous and all wrought up before the teacher-parent meeting, she overheard the teacher say, “Your child needs a better instrument like a Steinway.”
Being macho, her stoic father, replied, “I’ll get her one.” Her mother, although a piano teacher, was against the idea or maybe thought the family couldn’t afford a Steinway. The father kept his word, telling his daughter, “This is the last thing I’ll buy you.” Ogawa laughed, “Which is true!”
Ogawa went on to win the Leeds International Piano Competition. The Telegraph described her performance as “ravishingly poetic playing.” She is also the translator of Susan Tomes’s book Out of Silence, a pianist’s yearbook that has been reprinted several times. After the tsunami in Japan in 2011, she raised over €40,000 for the British Red Cross Japan Tsunami Fund. She is the founder of Jamie’s Concerts, a series for autistic children and parents, and cultural ambassador of the National Autistic Society.
With piano prodigy Hansel Ang
She is a credible and animated storyteller on her subject’s life. She narrated how Debussy was born to poor parents (his father’s porcelain business was unsuccessful) whose recourse for their children to survive was to farm them out to aunts and uncles to be raised.
Debussy grew not wanting to talk about his childhood. But as a child there was money for piano lessons. His talent was recognized. At age 10 he was admitted to the Paris Conservatoire which had “extremely high standards,” Ogawa said, “and this showed how talented he was.”
But his parents couldn’t understand or appreciate this, expecting the conservatory to be a regular school that would teach their son spelling, arithmetic and the like. Because Debussy’s primary education, particularly his arithmetic, wasn’t good, his music manuscripts have a lot of human errors. Nevertheless, he was good at sight reading, dictation and singing notes and was an “amazing piano accompanist who won plum prizes. His musicality flourished in Paris.”
The Frenchman admired Chopin and, like him, wrote ballades, mazurkas, etudes and preludes. Although he also respected the techniques in German piano tradition, Debussy, being French, “wanted beautiful things like clarity and simplicity,” Ogawa said. “He decided his music would float in the air and express more natural incidents of life.”
This was Impressionism in music. “Impressionism,” however, is not a positive word for many. Ogawa was taught this, and she wondered, “What’s wrong with it?”
She told the students in the audience, “We piano teachers know when you copy. You have to look at the music carefully. It has to come from you, not from YouTube. You can’t come from an impression—that’s the negative way.”
She narrated how Debussy entered many composition contests but didn’t win much so he concentrated on writing. Among his early pieces was “Clair de Lune” which Ogawa performed. Later, she said, “I recommend you learn this to use as an encore or to play at a party or a recital. It’s a very useful piece. The movement in the middle has beautiful tones. It requires a good instrument.”
Through this and other pieces, Debussy established his impressionist style which he preferred to call symbolist. When he saw the 1889 Paris World Exposition, he was so impressed with Asian music that he gave the “impression” of it in his “Pagode.”
Ogawa said, “Although he wasn’t able to go to Asia, based on the gamelan music, he was able to capture the hot, steamy air of the tropics.”
Sadly, she noted, all that Debussy wrote were “miniature pieces. He didn’t write a sonata for the piano, no half-hour long pieces like Liszt and Brahms did.”
Watercolorist Amado Chua's impressions of the Japanese pianist
To her studying and practicing Debussy is “about the beauty of the sound, not about Debussy or his relationships though he had dramatic ones. I look at the music and get directly the messages from the piano, not from something romantic. This is not about Debussy falling in love with a girl. ‘Clair de Lune’ is about the moon. Look at the music he put down, all the things he wants us to do. His music makes us imagine scenery, but for me the sound comes first, then the images of water come in.”-- Elizabeth Lolarga
This article appeared in a shortened version in today's issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer Arts and Books section.
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Thursday, June 27, 2013
Anything to hear Cecile Licad and watch her play
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| Her hands Photos by ANNA LEAH SARABIA |
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| She hums. |
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| The piano she later signed |
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| Passion... |
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| ...and strength! |
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| We never have enough of her. |
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| Admirers cross generations. |
2012 when it began with a middle-aged woman and a recuperating-from-a-stroke senior trying to wade through the thickets of Dasmariñas and Bacoor in Cavite
to get to the Island Cove recital venue in Kawit on time? That surreal Sunday
ended with a towering inferno rated by the fire fighters as a four-alarm
situation.
The memory beats the time Ms. Licad continued playing Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto
No. 3 in the dark when the lights went out at the Cultural Center
and the orchestra backing her up just ground to a halt. The emergency lights weren't on until five or so minutes later. Then there was the time she and her son
Otavio, on separate pianos, performed a Poulenc concerto, a favorite of my
US-based aesthete friend, Benjie Abellera.
Benjie wasn't with me that evening. Reeking with envy that I was privileged
to witness the event, he annotated it days later in an email, how
"the slow movement has the notation that it should be played in the style
of Indonesian Gamelan music, one of the types of music I enjoy most for its
ethereal, dreamy and other-worldly quality. It could well be that your dream was accompanied by this type of music! Gamelan music influenced other French composers
such as Debussy and Ravel. I don't think that any German composers fell sway
to it. Must tell us something about the French versus the German artistic
temperament. I would also have loved (to have heard) the Buencamino piece.
Am trying to learn an Abelardo piano piece which isn't at all easy to play so I may
never get to learn to play it! Have the Licads put their genius to CD? Wouldn't it
be such joy for all of us if they had done so?"
Back to March 25 last year. It proved to me to what lengths Ms. Licad's
admirers would go to see and listen to her play Chopin's selected etudes,
his Polonaise-Fantaisie in A-flat major, Op. 61 and Andante spianato et Grand Polonaise Brillante, Op. 22, the last the recital organizer and foremost Licad groupie Pablo Tariman didn't fail to point out as the same piece that the actor Adrien Brody played at the close of the Polanski
film The Pianist.
From the village where I picked him up convalescing friend Rustie was
wheeled to a spot where a tricycle picked us up to ferry us to the highway, then we boarded a bus that took us to SM Bacoor where we got into a public utility van to Island Cove.
The barker misheard our destination, and we were dropped at the wrong resort. Two more rides (a jeep and a mini bus)
and we got it right.
Entering the right resort this time, I thought we would also take the golf
trolley to the venue until R's friend, Tita, spotted him hobbling on his cane
trolley to the venue until R's friend, Tita, spotted him hobbling on his cane
with me assisting. For a few seconds we rode in air-conditioned comfort in
time to catch Chopin in Ms. Licad's hands.
time to catch Chopin in Ms. Licad's hands.
The original Island Cove venue, a cockpit outfitted into a performing hall,
was crackling and brittle and sparks were flying when the
air-conditioner and lights went on during the technicals.The recital was
thus moved to a more intimate function room as a precaution
while Pablo fretted over the Borsendorfer as movers carried it like a baby.
Rustie was quickly hustled by other friends to a front seat. At some point I saw his head
bowed low, and I sensed he was shedding tears from the beauty of it all (he was
indeed). This came after our mishaps that he said was straight out of Keaton's Cops.
bowed low, and I sensed he was shedding tears from the beauty of it all (he was
indeed). This came after our mishaps that he said was straight out of Keaton's Cops.
A day or two later, Pablo, in typical self-deprecating humor, texted to ask if I saw his life passing by when Ms. Licad interpreted Liszt's Après une
Lecture de Dante: Fantasia quasi Sonata, the wailing sinners licked by the
fires of hell. I had no quick retort.
fires of hell. I had no quick retort.
I did agree with him that Ms. Licad's last recital for that visit, after the
much-ballyhooed "The Legends and the Classics" and her first-time recital at
the Holy Angels University auditorium in her father's home province of
Pampanga, was the most dramatic and the audience's response most heartfelt
the Holy Angels University auditorium in her father's home province of
Pampanga, was the most dramatic and the audience's response most heartfelt
that she obliged with more than the usual two encores.
She beamed, practically glowed, as she gestured with her hand, touching her heart,
then raising it to the audience that was up on its feet, still not wanting to let her go.
As Anna Leah Sarabia said, "We can't seem to have enough of her."
Anna documented in photos that strange, but in the end, lovely afternoon.
Meanwhile, there are still a few good seats to this Saturday's (June 29)
Licad concert with the ABS-CBN Orchestra under Gerard Salonga at the CCP
main theater.
Her program: Liszt's Piano Concerto No. 1 and Totentanz for Piano and
Orchestra. Call 5763132 or 09065104270.
Orchestra. Call 5763132 or 09065104270.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Cecile Licad in Cavite
Getting there:
Take coastal road off Roxas Blvd., Paranaque City, and take the newly finished Cavitex Highway. Island Cove is only 10 minutes away from the CCP complex. Those commuting can take a bus to Cavite City and alight right in front of the gate of Island Cove.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Licad schedules performance in Kawit, Cavite
The latest addition to the list of pianist Cecile Licad's provincial engagements is Kawit, Cavite, where Chopin and Liszt will be heard by the sea.
Her solo recital is on March 25, Sunday, at 5 p.m. at La Covia Hall Island Cove Hotel and Leisure Park in Binakayan, Kawit, Cavite.
Her program: Chopin’s Polonaise-Fantaisie in A-flat major, Op. 61; Three Mazurkas Op.56. Andante spianato et grande polonaise brillante in E-flat major, Op. 22; Liszt’s Miserere du "Trovatore" de Verdi–Paraphrase de Concert and Après une Lecture de Dante: Fantasia quasi Sonata.
How to get there:
Take coastal road off Roxas Blvd. in Paranaque City and take the
newly finished Cavitex Highway. Island Cove is only 10 minutes away from the CCP
complex. Those commuting can take a bus to Cavite City and alight
right in front of the gate of Island Cove.
Patron tickets: P2,000
First and second levels: P1,000
Third level: P500
Also available are these Licad CDs: "Gabriel Faure Cello Sonatas" with cellist Alban Gerhardt, "Casals Encore" with cellist Gerhardt, both at P1,000 each, and
"Cecile Licad Performs Chopin," "Ravel Piano Works and "The Piano Music of Louis Moreau Gottschalk," the last three at P900 each, including delivery.
Still available are a few good seats to the March 17 CCP concert, "The Legends and the Classics," of Cecile Licad with Lea Salonga and Lisa Macuja and the Filharmonika orchestra under Gerard Salonga: P7,000 (orchestra center and left);
P5,000 (parterre box) P3,000 (upper box) and P2,000 (balcony 2 center).
Call (02) 748-4152 or 0906-5104-270 for free delivery of CDs and
ordered tickets in Metro Manila only.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Is That You, Monsieur Chopin?
This genius of his age once exhorted, "Put all your soul into it, play the way you feel!"
But I never encountered a more cerebral classical pianist than the Frenchman Pascal Rogé. His program of "Chopin and French Impressionism" at the Philamlife Auditorium last night was performed the way a deeply knowledgeable curator would guide you through a history of period music by Fauré, Poulenc, Ravel and yes, the man whose bicentennial is being celebrated this year, the Polish musician who conquered France and the rest of Europe, who prematurely died of tuberculosis and whose heart is buried in his homeland and in all who continue to cherish his music.
Perhaps Rogé has nothing more to prove. He wasn't there to dazzle or impress us with fiery techniques; he is past that. When this ruggedly handsome performer strode onstage, he acquired the demeanor of a professor as he put on his glasses and played non-stop for at least an hour the nocturnes, valses, mazurkas and etudes of the composers earlier cited. No pause at all to acknowledge appreciative applause although there were one or two audience members who couldn't contain themselves.
We had to refrain from clapping after each piece as his interpretation seemed to be meant as one whole seamless piece where he tried to show us the differences and the likenesses of the composers of that period. All that was lacking was the voice-over of a lecture.
And always in the first and second parts of his program, Rogé closed with a Chopin piece as though to put the exclamation point to an entire periodic sentence running into several pages. In the second set of pieces, he alternated Debussy and Chopin till it was hard to tell them apart until you catch a familiar passage.
Nonetheless, Chopin's agony and ecstasy were evoked as were the suggestions of water Debussy unfailingly makes (to me, his is water music: waves licking shore, veils of waterfall, rain splattering on pavement and stones).
Retired music reviewer Anna Leah Sarabia, who still frequents concert halls, said in recognizing Chopin's genius and his embodying the spirit of his age, "He had the capacity to create monumental structures out of so much passion and tension. From them emerged exquisite treasures."
Rogé gave in to the two standing ovations the audience of a few hundred gave him with the piece (our personal favorite and the one I wished aloud he'd play) "Gymnopedie" by Erik Satie. This composer, dismissed in his time as clumsy and repetitive, had no qualms of calling his pieces furniture music, something best played as background to other activities. Well, it is the music I will specify in my living will as the one to be repetitively played till I breathe my last.
To Rogé we owe gratitude for playing against what producer Ray Sison described as "all odds of the storm landing in Manila. He will brave it and so will hundreds of us! I heard him this weekend in Hong Kong, and he means every note that comes out of his fingers."
Our next fervent wish is to hear Rogé again, this time playing four hands with his life partner Ami
Mr. Sison and all supporters/producers of live classical music concerts, are you listening?
Rogé signs diary of delighted fan. Photo by ANNA LEAH SARABIA
But I never encountered a more cerebral classical pianist than the Frenchman Pascal Rogé. His program of "Chopin and French Impressionism" at the Philamlife Auditorium last night was performed the way a deeply knowledgeable curator would guide you through a history of period music by Fauré, Poulenc, Ravel and yes, the man whose bicentennial is being celebrated this year, the Polish musician who conquered France and the rest of Europe, who prematurely died of tuberculosis and whose heart is buried in his homeland and in all who continue to cherish his music.
Perhaps Rogé has nothing more to prove. He wasn't there to dazzle or impress us with fiery techniques; he is past that. When this ruggedly handsome performer strode onstage, he acquired the demeanor of a professor as he put on his glasses and played non-stop for at least an hour the nocturnes, valses, mazurkas and etudes of the composers earlier cited. No pause at all to acknowledge appreciative applause although there were one or two audience members who couldn't contain themselves.
We had to refrain from clapping after each piece as his interpretation seemed to be meant as one whole seamless piece where he tried to show us the differences and the likenesses of the composers of that period. All that was lacking was the voice-over of a lecture.
And always in the first and second parts of his program, Rogé closed with a Chopin piece as though to put the exclamation point to an entire periodic sentence running into several pages. In the second set of pieces, he alternated Debussy and Chopin till it was hard to tell them apart until you catch a familiar passage.
Nonetheless, Chopin's agony and ecstasy were evoked as were the suggestions of water Debussy unfailingly makes (to me, his is water music: waves licking shore, veils of waterfall, rain splattering on pavement and stones).
Retired music reviewer Anna Leah Sarabia, who still frequents concert halls, said in recognizing Chopin's genius and his embodying the spirit of his age, "He had the capacity to create monumental structures out of so much passion and tension. From them emerged exquisite treasures."
Rogé gave in to the two standing ovations the audience of a few hundred gave him with the piece (our personal favorite and the one I wished aloud he'd play) "Gymnopedie" by Erik Satie. This composer, dismissed in his time as clumsy and repetitive, had no qualms of calling his pieces furniture music, something best played as background to other activities. Well, it is the music I will specify in my living will as the one to be repetitively played till I breathe my last.
To Rogé we owe gratitude for playing against what producer Ray Sison described as "all odds of the storm landing in Manila. He will brave it and so will hundreds of us! I heard him this weekend in Hong Kong, and he means every note that comes out of his fingers."
Our next fervent wish is to hear Rogé again, this time playing four hands with his life partner Ami
Mr. Sison and all supporters/producers of live classical music concerts, are you listening?
Rogé signs diary of delighted fan. Photo by ANNA LEAH SARABIA
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