Notes on the Piano
By Ernst Bacon and Sara Davis Buechner
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An accomplished composer, pianist, writer, and teacher presents an easy and entertaining guide for players at all levels of expertise. Ernst Bacon offers valuable tips on working, listening, and playing habits in five sections that cover "The Performer," "The Learner," "The Player and Writer," "The Observer," and "Technically Speaking." This edition features an informative Introduction by virtuoso pianist and professor Sara Davis Buechner.
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Notes on the Piano - Ernst Bacon
Commonplaces
Introductory
The last thing we find in making a book is to know what we must put in first.
B. PASCAL
This is a book to be nibbled. Open it wherever you like, for its thought is not successive nor cumulative. Its last chapter could as well be its first. It consists of notes gathered by the way of music-making. These range from narrow to broad, specific to general, technical to musical, recondite to obvious. They are variants on some underlying theme which does not appear, and which has not disclosed itself fully to me. They assume the prerogative of variations; to repeat, restate, stress, embellish and even contradict their theme. Yet they leave out more than they take in.
They are for those who understand them, and are meant to clarify rather than inform. If they contain information, it is mostly for those already informed. They teach what is known, but not as a text. Music was seldom learned from a book, and the best of musicians rarely troubled to organize in book form what they knew. They taught by example and often they learned much from nonmusical sources. Music, to have life, must be practiced; to have health, must not become ingrown. Music is not music’s only soil.
The piano is my point of departure. I go out from it into music, and then again return to the piano, laying on it the parental burdens of the art. The piano has stout legs, and will outlast many disparagements.
My credentials are in part a lingering amateurism; that is to say, a love that resists too much learning. I have always avoided acquiring more erudition than was necessary. A little learning is a good thing, but too large a learning begets a taste for more and more, and before you know it, the ambition to know overcomes the desire to do, first embarrassing it, then bullying it into hiding.
We know too much already about music, and care too little about our musicians, the living ones. So much concern for the distant and the past can only be purchased by a neglect of the present and the near. It is true we have schools, more than enough. But our learning treats of the past as a fact, and of the present as a fiction.
Educated music has been made to be a counter-eddy to the fast stream of present life. Its tenets are precisely the opposite to the tenets by which we otherwise live. It is apologetic, unproud, timorous, hysterical, recondite, un-nativist, perverse, effeminate, vitiated, and spoiled. It lacks integrity, courage, exercise, masculinity (femininity, too), vigor, poetry, religiousness, and optimism.
The piano has for centuries invaded nearly all music. Most of the masters were pianists. Nearly all music then, must concern the piano no less. It is idle to speak of the art’s organization, its sociology, its pedagogy, its economics; of its composers, singers, fiddlers, its orchestras and chamber groups, without involving somehow the piano. Accordingly I have more than touched on many musical matters that tell nothing of how the piano is manipulated, but which tell a great deal about why it is played as it is, and even why it is not played as, and where, it should be. There is no end to its ramifications. It is still music’s headquarters.
The book has some polemics. But most opposition, I find, hangs more on how a thing is said than on what is said. If I have occasionally indulged in some diplomatic slight or insult, and seem to take pleasure in others’ pain, it is only to remind them of the pain they have long given us, in stripping music of its natural pleasures. For they have robbed and deflowered it of innocence, have unclothed it of mysteries, and indiscriminately advertised its intimate secrets. There is no aspect of music, not even the artists’ private gods and angels (all those cherished, hidden puerilities to which the best have turned for whispered oracles) that is not subject to an obstetrical and psychological appraisal, or to class-gossip within the academic army of the unemployed, or worst of all, to a shameless packaged ubiquity, not for purposes of pleasure or education, but to fill out time that needs filling, and to fill the vacuum of expectation and curiosity contrived to fill vast and many pockets.
Now everyone asks what is the secret of creation. In the very telling it would already be lost, could it be told. The question has the same impertinence as asking, What is your private life?
One must earn the right to put such questions. There is more power and beauty in the well-kept secret of one’s self and one’s thoughts,
said Matthew Arnold, than in the display of a whole heaven that one may have inside one.
We are not all of us Freudians, and it is no disrespect to science to hold that we are more interested in the art than in its explanation, when that threatens to explain it away.
Music is full of secrets. They may be shared by many, yet sparingly told. If you intend to do a great or beautiful thing, it is best you remain silent about it until it is done, for who but yourself could know what is involved? It is a good superstition to keep your plans under wraps, the more so the better they are. I intend to divulge no secrets, but will speak much of working habits, listening habits, playing habits; and hint at profitable devices for self-encouragement, even for advantageous self-deception, in the business of learning.
My Commonplaces
have given me some pleasure in their compression and succinctness, although in formulating them I was, in the words of Franklin’s Poor Richard, conscious that not a tenth part of the wisdom was my own, ... but rather the gleanings I had made of the sense of ages and nations.
One notes what one is ready for. Art has no patents nor has philosophy; only its lawyers and bureaucrats are forever discovering infringements. If art recognized patents, all the great would be transgressors. The most original thing a man can do is to rediscover the hidden mainstream of his language, recapture for his day immemorial familiarities in it, and search out the most appropriate dialect in which to say his say.
In short, the book is about the piano in music, or about music in the piano, I can’t say which the more.
I have said as much about what is wrong with our music as about what is right. I did so because most of the talk in print goes the other way. But I know of no wrong that could not easily have been righted, if faced in time, and that cannot be righted, even today, given an outlay of moral courage as great as the present income in profits. Who is prepared to risk boycott from the powers rather than bow to expediency
?
You alone will not reform things
is one of those insidious truths that forgets to add, But others will join, once you take a stand.
Even so, music is really not very important beside politics, astro-mechanics, the cold war of social dogma. It will have no voice in the world’s morals, so long as it has no morality itself. Like Archimedes’ lever, music, could move the world if it would. But then it will have to be more than just a pretty or problematic thing, ready to yield to every zephyr of coterie or style.
How does the poet speak to men with power,
said Carlyle, but by being still more a man than they.
THE PERFORMER
i
Of Interpretation
An artist should never lose sight of the thing as a whole. He who puts too much into details will find that the thread which holds the whole, thing together will break.
F. CHOPIN
Like the actor and the stage director, the interpreter stands as middleman between the writer and his public. All depends on him. The more unique is the work, the more convincing must be its reading. There are canons of originality no less than of conformance, to unsettle which requires the most skillful advocacy. When Chopin sounds badly, the pianist is at fault. But when John Smith’s music sounds badly, Smith alone is blamed.
The performing art may represent today a level superior to that of the writing art. As against the anarchic confusion existing in the composing field, the standards in performance are technically higher and more fixed than ever before. Whoever chooses novelty in writing is allowed to be innocent until proven guilty. But in performance, a deviator is adjudged guilty until he proves his innocence. Never before was performance as disciplined as today: never was writing less so.
It was no accident that Chopin included two of his finest nocturnes in his book of etudes. It is interesting that the piano, an instrument of percussion, should have gained so large a share of the literature of melodic music. Quite probably this is because it is capable like no other instrument of combining harmony with melody, is complete in itself, and does not suffer the organ’s limitation of tone. The artful grading of the piano’s percussive tones, as to length, loudness, timing, delay and haste, and all the relations of melody to accompaniment or countermelody ; these together with pedalling, make possible the piano’s illusion of continuous and expressive melody.
The piano’s resonance does not stop with the piano itself, as anyone knows who has played out of doors. The entire hall is involved in its vibrations. Since the player cannot remove himself from the origin of his sound, he can hope to hear himself as others hear him only through electrical devices, or by exercise of his imagination. There is every reason to think that the greatest artists have given thought and ear to producing sounds that fill and carry the best in whatever hall is at hand. I have heard Kreisler, alone with his little Guarnerius, fill a colosseum in which a large orchestra tried vainly to conquer its vacuous immensity. One must know the point beyond which the enlargement of tone is not only useless but harmful. The ear of the listener adjusts easily to all levels, and is ready to accept lesser sounds as climactic, so long as they are proportioned to other sounds. Segovia’s unamplified guitar will prove this. It is quality that carries where quantity fails; the imagination defeating decibels.
Any extreme; of slow or fast, rough or smooth, soft or loud, goes with a heightened tension. Middle ground is middle effort. The lazy player can no more achieve a pianissimo than a fortissimo, a largo than a presto. There is nothing more demanding than a sustained slow tempo unless it be an expressive dolcissimo. Alexander Raab remarked that Toscanini showed his age, in his vigorous middle eighties, only in that the tempos of his slow movements were not quite so slow as before. If there is one trait common to all great interpreters, it is their capacity for intensification. There are many ways to achieve intensity, dictated by the music; but whether explosive, impassioned, eloquent or restrained, intensity will always be felt as a mark of inner energy.
Without this intensity, the listener never more than half listens. But when it is there, his attention is drawn in ratio to the player’s concentration ; he feels what the player communicates, on whatever level it may be.
We are content if the singer is master of but one category of singing. Thus we designate the voice as lyric, dramatic, coloratura and the like. But the pianist is expected to be all of these, and his preparation embraces all styles. In point of fact, his best gifts are as circumscribed as those of the singer; and by confining himself to his own special sphere of playing he may surpass those who essay to do all. A full mastery of but one idiom may represent more breadth than a versatile, and necessarily shallower, proficiency in all idioms. There is breadth in depth, no less than depth in breadth. Some travel most profitably at home.
Nevertheless, the discovery of what is one’s own special sphere of music should not be hastened; rather it should grow out of a wide range of trial and effort, particularly among those of student age. It is best to settle down after one has seen something of the world.
Great virtuosity should not be made an absolute condition of a pianist’s acceptance as artist, any more than mere power, range, or skill in fioritura, on the part of the singer. He may have exceptional tonal, melodic, coloristic, or imaginative qualities which deserve acclaim, the more so in an age in which facility has become common currency.
The whole rule of rubato is grace. Every increase and decrease of tempo has to do with the demands of declamation: phrasing, words (if any), accents, rests, harmony, and all the idiosyncrasies of instruments (such as the crossing of strings in the violin, breathing in the winds, securing the pedal base in the piano, allowing for extended leaps, and other undue manual difficulties). The rubato has also to do with the dimension of a work, a large work normally concluding with a longer allargando, for example, than a small one, just as a freight train takes longer to come to a stop than a motor car. An abruptness is allowable only when it is meaningful. A jerky or irregular increase or decrease in tempo is a misdemeanor, and reveals an insecurity of control, as with an adult who cannot walk steadily. Some music is all rubato, as is much of Puccini. Other music comes as close as is humanly possible to metronomic regularity, as does nearly all dance music, which expresses the body’s pleasure in a regular, measured movement.
The declamation of music seldom permits the hastening of a beat, but is continually calling for delay. A delay calls attention to itself and is, in some degree, emphatic. On the piano this delay is mostly effected with both hands together, but sometimes it takes the form of the melody note following its chord, or accompaniment. This latter has the effect of warming the tone, as with an imaginary vibrato, or else it suggests the singer’s portamento. But a continuous delaying of melody notes can easily become a sentimentality or mannerism.
Embellishments stemming from a time before they were written out are a large subject, best studied in C. P. E. Bach, Quantz and Leopold Mozart. The pianist of today is not obliged to abide literally by the instructions of these masters, conceived as they were for other times, tastes and instruments; but he should learn them before permitting himself liberties. The modern piano, differing from its predecessors in power, sustainment of tone and pedal, poses new approaches. In general, it invites less decoration, and tends toward simplification, just as the more powerful orchestra and the organ of earlier times were treated more simply than the fragile and voluble clavichord or harpsichord.
To preserve the spirit of embellishment may require a deviation from the letter.
The quality of a turn tells me a great deal about an interpreter. A first-class carpenter should also be a first-class cabinet-maker, and shows his craft in the delicacy no less than the doughtiness of his structures. Elizabeth Schumann could make the littlest turn in, say, Schubert’s Litanei
a moment of sheerest poetry. Some pianists of otherwise large abilities can make a turn seem like a footnote.
Dullness, remarked Liszt, is the cardinal sin of performance. Nothing contributes to this more than the ostentation of learning, whereby a player will emphasize and sometimes exaggerate structural details, phrasings and dynamics, in a spirit of zealous didacticism or reform. He imagines that the listener is more interested in a work’s wiring and plumbing than in its purpose and poetry. The homiletic virtuoso has been made very fashionable of late. It becomes more important that the public distinguish between the Baroque and the Biedermeier than that it should be awed by what Schopenhauer described as Beethoven’s power to thunder on the flute,
or be allowed to overhear, in Laotzu’s words, stone growing on a cliff.
As in all else, accents are purely relative, and proportioned to that which surrounds them. Almost anything very sudden is an accent, even a sudden drop in tone. There are accents by expectation (mostly as a result of sequential patterns), and there are accents by surprise. An accent is like a cliff in the landscape.
Not many know how to play a true piano bass. It is not enough to pedal it clean; it must be savored. Paderewski gave us to hear the noble snarl of a Steinway bass. Koussevitzky had a special ear for deep sounds in the orchestra. Rachmaninoff understood basses. The piano bass has a masculine ring, and is the nearest thing we have to the ancient gongs of China. Its dignity will not be hastened. Given the pedal, it picks up a family of overtones and, grandfather-like, it resolves