Silvestrov
By
Catherine Weary
Written by
Steve Sheppard
There are composers who write music, and there are composers
who seem to listen to the silence that exists beyond music. Valentin Silvestrov belongs unmistakably
to the latter. In this album, pianist Catherine
Weary enters that deeply personal landscape with an evident sensitivity to
the composer's distinctive musical language. I haven’t heard such a charming
and warm album since the late but great Michael
Harrisons gift to the world of Revelation
in 2007.
Here on the opening piece the relationship with memory is
very apparent, but isn’t that the secret of really well composed music, evoking
memories and emotions, there is something almost elegiac about this approach.
The music seems to exist in the space between remembrance and disappearance,
which makes Bagatelle, Op. 1, No. 2
and excellent place to start, and performed, so well by Weary.
The second opus has a gentle sense about it, and whilst its
flowing narrative is tentative, it’s structured beautifully; this is ambience
personified and called Lullaby, Op. 2,
No. 1. There is a careful uplifting narrative within this piece that makes
the skin tingle; Silvestrov's music
rarely demands attention through grand gestures or virtuosic display and this
very track is a perfect example of that statement.
Waltz, Op. 3, No. 2 is a crafted piece and performance
from Weary and the composer, there is a clever symbiosis here that needs to be
enjoyed. One that creates the impression of two voices exchanging phrases
across a considerable emotional distance, this is one of the deeply profound
offerings from the album. Rather than presenting a continuous melody in one
register, this arrangement allows musical ideas to migrate between registers,
and Weary’s masterful performance brings it into our reality.
This isn’t one of those albums that you can just listen to
once, there is always something in here that requires genuine listening, time
and dedication, the following track highlights this and is called Postludium, Op. 2, No. 4. For Catherine Weary, this miniature demands
considerable delicacy to tonal colour and dynamic proportion. A tenderly played
offering and one built on utter sensitivity and care.
From Bagatelle, Op. 1,
No. 1 we find a series of miniatures. There is a delicacy here that needs
to be recognised, the combination of folk-like melodic repetition, extended
tonality, delicate dynamics and an almost improvisational sense of phrasing
creates a musical world of unusual intimacy, one that is so attractive and
charming, whilst Bagatelle, Op. 2, No. 3
gifts the listener something more spacious and reflective, its character is
distinctly pastoral: graceful, luminous and delicately old-fashioned, as though
a little fragment of French Baroque keyboard music has drifted into the modern
world.
Bagatelle, Op. 1, No. 3 has that melodious sense of phrase
that makes it for me the prettiest piece of the album. The tempo changes feel
spontaneous, while the shifts between major and minor should be allowed to
register without exaggeration, but it is a delicate offering that shits
beautifully within its own foundation, this flows beautifully allowing us to
swim within the refrains of the gentle Bagatelle,
Op. 4, No. 3. Which is
an exquisite example of instrumental genius; it is an utterly glorious, lulling
masterpiece that I guarantee will move you both emotionally and spiritually.
Dive deep into its arrangements; it is a performance that deserves to be
savoured over and over again.
The final segment of the aforementioned opus is now upon us
and called Bagatelle, Op. 4, No. 2.
There is a calming reality here that is so soothing and delicate that it
literally charms the listener into
listening more deeply. It is utterly mollifying, and will allow the mind to
drift free from its restraints.
Waltz, Op. 3, No. 1 is our penultimate offering, it is
also as close to film score standard as you could wish for, the smooth style
and tender performance manifests a feel good moment for the listener. Whilst
our final portal to the works of the composer comes in the guise of the
concluding narrative entitled Postludium,
Op. 3, No. 4. The texture here is akin to a soft blanket caressing the
shoulders in the coldest of winters. And the performance is easily one of the
most heartfelt from the album. Catherine Weary captures the very essence of Silvestrov's fragile musical poetry with
an astonishing refinement of ear, and a sublime caressing tenderness of the
keys in a classic final parting gift.
This is an album for listeners who value atmosphere, nuance
and the poetry of understatement. It rewards patience and repeated listening,
revealing new emotional shades with each encounter. I cannot emphasise enough
that one listen is simply not enough to gain the full pleasure one can reach
and obtain from this wondrous release.
Silvestrov by Catherine Weary is
an album birthed in the textures of ambience, and is a tapestry of sheer
soothing genius, and a timeless performance that demands to be a huge hit, and
rightly so.














