11.30pm, and just returned home from the metropolis. Darling daughter organized tickets and took us in her jazzy Mazda
MX6 to the beautifully restored Adelaide Town Hall concert hall to see, hear and appreciate a David
Helfgott concert.
I am happy to say that I have not seen 'Shine' with Jeffrey Rush but now, after seeing the real thing, may yet do so. I always also like to read the book and make my own impressions before seeing someone
elses.
The programme consisted of
Rachmaninov Predudes, Mozart's Sonata No.8 in A minor and
Beethoven's
Waldstein sonata.
Unlike the young pianists of today who have had all the advantages of modern technique and Masterclass refinement in phrasing,
Helfgott's music is, one might say, rather more basic
but his total personal identification with it is unique.
He rushed upon the stage as though there were not enough time in life for playing his chosen instrument, and literally ran across the stage with bows and thumbs up signs to sit at the piano...
no niceties of adjusting piano stool or flipping his coat-tails back, lifting his hands
portentously and composing his face to the piece to come, let alone flicking back that artistic lock of hair etc., no, having reached the piano he launched straight into the piece before he was even properly seated. There was a tremendous urgency to be at one with the music and the piano.The tempo may have run away with his fingers as he kept looking at the audience to see that they too enjoyed it. Van Cliburn's gentle hums were as nothing to the sonorous tones emanating from
Helfgott, yet all was accepted through the deep infectious enjoyment of music that spread like a mist over the audience and carried all before it to a higher plane of identifying with sound itself.
The interruption of the illiterate applauding in the middle of a movement did not phase him at all. he half rose, bowed, but all the while did not miss a beat in his playing. Quite remarkable in anyone else perhaps, but
Helfgott seems to actually
be the music.
It was an evening of pure enjoyment, with an audience akin to the adoring fans of Liberace but without the glitz and props. Three encores to standing ovations, Chopin's Minute Waltz played in 30 seconds...his fingers moved with unbelievable dexterity and speed. Next came Manuel
de Falla's 'Ritual Fire Dance' setting the very sky ablaze and after yet another standing ovation, we thrilled to the Bumble Bee flying past us at super sonic speed.
All in all, a memorable evening's entertainment!
