Frederic Chopin (1810 – 1849)
The Chopin Collection – Nocturnes (Track Breackdown Below)
Artur Rubinstein, Piano
Recorded at RCA Italiana Studios, Rome – August 30 and 31 and September 1 and 2, 1965
Produced By: Max Wilcox
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ONE-SENTENCE REVIEW:
I mean, it’s Artur Rubinstein playing Chopin Noctures – no notes.
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LINER NOTES – Alan Rich
There is a romantic image connected with the piano music of Chopin, and especially with his nocturnes. A candlelit, elegant salon filled with ladies of all ages, fashionably dressed. Many are swooning, or about to. At the piano, Chopin, his delicate features lit by some inner vision as his lean, aesthetic fingers draw from the kays the most ephemeral tracery, while George Sand stands nearby puffing on a cigar.
The scene may be somewhat fanciful and overdrawn, but it is part of the Chopin legend, and it has rubbed off on a number of pianists since the composer’s time who have sought to rekindle his image in the concert hall. There is a great temptation to turn this wonderful music into a kind of romantic mush, to linger languidly over every turn of phrase until the music falls apart into a series of fleeting wisps of pink clouds.

Artur Rubinstein was one of the great figures in putting that portion of the legend to rest. His playing of Chopin was a revelation. Most of all, it revealed the strength, the richness of imagination, the sheer genius that lies embedded in the music itself. He gave Chopin stature, made him not merely the beloved panderer to the romantic tastes of the salon but a composer whose every measure was full of daring and powerful musical thrust.
When Rubinstein played a Chopin nocturne, he played it primarily as a piece of music, a logical and powerful progression of ideas shaped into a large and controlled musical design. Yet, the uniqueness of his playing is that it was never cold, ever drained of the human essence that is embedded in this music. Under his magical fingers, Chopin speaks to the mind, but also to the heart.
Why does this happen? Part of the explanation may be that Rubinstein was a Pole, like Chopin, whaterver it is in a particular country that gets into one’s artistic bloodstream is a shared commodity between the two spirits. But that kind of explanation is often pat and without meaning, and it is especially so here. For one thing, Chopin’s father was of purely French stock. And for another, Rubinstein was also a phenomenal exponent of the music of Spanish composers, whose backgrounds have nothing whatever to do with us.

No, the answer lies in the realm of the unexplainable, in the fact that Rubinstein was a musician whose sense of color, of logic, of communication, of wit and fantasy, and that Chopin a century ago was also that kind of musician. Somehow, for reasons have to do with a chemistry not to be analyzed in any existing laboratory, their spirits blended in a perfect unity.
Chopin’s nocturnes span practically his entire career as a mature musician. The earliest of them, the E Minor (Op. 72, No. 1, published after his death), dates from 1827, three years before he left Warsaw for Paris; the last, the two of Op. 62, were written in 1846, when he was indeed the darling of the Paris salons, lionized and musically respected.
Much has been made of the influence upon these works of the Irish composer John Field, 30 years Chopin’s senior. Field was, like Chopin, a much sought-after piano virtuoso and composer, his experiments in seeking out a romantic, hazy sound from the piano, achieved largely through a subtle and complex use of the pedals, did point out the pathway for the young Pole. Field himself heard Chopin in Paris in 1832 and found him ‘a sickroom talent.’
Jealousy no doubt shaped that opinion, Field, sick and drink-ridden, was understandably taken aback to see the young Pole reaping the adulation that was once his.

Field’s nocturnes are undeniably pretty, and some of them are somewhat more than that. Actually, the motivating influence for both his works and those of Chopin came not from the piano at all but from the kind of romantic Italian opera that was sweeking through European tastes in the first two decades of the 19th century.
Look at such an ardent love song as Almaviva’s ‘Ecco ridente’ in Rossini’s ‘The Barber of Seville,’ or at the first part of Norma’s ‘Casta diva,’ and you will find the genesis of the piano nocturne in the long, sinuous, sighing melody with its gently dissonant points of punctuation, supported on an undulating orchestra accompaniment.
Both Field and Chopin had been exposed to a lot of this music, and they were both clearly out to seek ways of making this kind of immediate, romantic outpouring work on the piano.
The best of Field’s nocturnes are, indeed, extremely imaginative translations of the bel canto style into pianoese. But Chopin was not content to stop there. He created a new bel canto, conceived from its very beginning as a pianistic entity: a language in itself translated from nothing else. The piano sings as no diva ever could, and it takes upon itself a dramatic personality that needs no libretto to illuminate.
Take, for example, the most popular by far of the nocturnes, the E-flat, Op. 9, No. 2. It is one of the simpler pieces, and its beginning might, indeed, be out of a Bellini opera. But as the two alternating strains of melody make their successive returns, each is dramatically deepened by a darkening of the harmony and an intensification of the figuration. Even in this ‘easy’ piece the subtlety of the changes of key, the chromatic alterations, far exceeds the boundaries of the vocal style.
What was simple and straightforward at first sweeps to a huge emotional climax, resolved by a cadenza that is no mere virtuosic display but rather an integral part of the drama.

Then look at the piece that is probably the most complex, and quite possibly the greatest, of the series, the C-sharp Minor, Op. 27, No. 1. Here we have a piece whose relationship to the vocal manner, to the style of the Field nocturnes, is as meager as its resemblance to the familiar salon image. It is a powerful, virile outcry, one of the most personal utterances in the entire realm of piano music.
The very opening measures, with the E-sharp in the right hand clashing against the C-sharp Minor accompaniment, set the tone. And the middle section, with its rumbling, menacing bass line and the building-up to huge chordal sonorities above, brings the listener face-to-face with passion at its most elemental. Romantic, moonlit vista? Hardly.

Each of these works, in fact, creates its own mood, and the variety within each set is remarkable. Some (Op. 9, No. 1; Op. 15, No. 2; Op. 48, No. 2; and Op. 72, No. 1) do resemble in general layout and mood the simpler moonlit pieces of Field. But others (Op. 15, No. 1; Op. 48, No. 1; Op. 62, No. 1) are full of clouds and turbulence. Appearances are often deceptive; a quiet, muted beginning can lead the listener to expect calm reverie, whereupon the storm will burst forst with utmost dramatic suddenness.
Some are of a strangeness and mystery that defies any easy description. What, for example, are we to make of the rhapsodic piece in G Minor, Op. 15, No. 3? Here is a muted, slow waltz in which the characteristic; rolling accompaniment figures make no appearance at all.
Then there comes an even sparer section marked religioso, a chordal, hymn-like melody entirely unrelated to what has gone before, and the piece ends thus. Something special is obviously on the composer’s mind here, but we must draw our own conclusion as to its nature.

During Chopin’s lifetime his nocturnes were the most popular of his piano compositions. This makes all the more remarkable the fact that they are also by far the most complex of his works. Perhaps the prevailing slow tempos gave him the room to experiment in these works to a greater extent than in any of his others. Or perhaps the very title gave him the incentive to let his imagination rhapsodize, to move freely into strange lands under the cover of darkness.
For whatever reason, they are indeed strange and wonderful pieces. Any one of them has a degree of harmonic daring that sets Chopin far in advance of any composer of his time, with the possible exception of Hector Berlioz.
Without the slightest warning he will dart into some totally unrelated key, hover there for a moment and then return. In examples already cited, and in countless others, he will let his fancy roam through the most astounding kinds of dissonance, bringing out into the open the wild clashes between important melodic notes and their harmonic surroundings.
And his sheer piano sonority remains astounding. Every device of the romantic and contemporary piano language has its origin in Chopin, and especially in the nocturnes; the setting of the melody in some inner voice, framed on both sides by figuration; the stringing-out of long chains of color-chords, which we hear not as harmony at all but rather as a kind of iridescent wash, a stunning range of effect created by the use, or the non-use, of the pedal.
There is no question, of course, that the initial impulse in the creation of these works was sentiment. Chopin, for all his burning originality, wrote for the audience which paid him the highest homage, and that audience could be best reached by music of the highest emotional immediacy.

The wonder is, however, that in these, quite possibly his finest works for the piano, Chopin could accomplish this act of immediate communication and at the same time pull so far ahead of the popular salon manner of the Paris of his day. Many of his nocturnes are relatively east to play, and the ladies to whom most of them are dedicated must have been deeply touched by these agreeable love letters.
But the superior musician will find, beneath the sentiment and the sentimentality of these pieces, an undertone of strength and originality that probably escaped some of the most ardent hearers among Chopin’s immediate audiences. It is for a Rubinstein, rather than for a Comtesse d’Apponyi, or a Mademoiselle de Donneritz or a Laure Duperre, to unlock the inner secrets of these incredible compositions and reveal their true treasures.
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TRACK LISTING :
Frederic Chopin (1810 – 1849)
The Nocturnes
Compact Disc No. 1
- Op. 9 – No. in B-Flat Minor [5:23]
- Op. 9 – No. 2 in E-flat Major [4:22]
- Op. 9 – No. 3 in B Major [6:45]
- Op. 15 – No. 1 in F Major [4:16]
- Op. 15 – No. 2 in F-Sharp Major [3:53]
- Op. 15 – No. 3 in G Minor [4:59]
- Op. 27 – No. 1 in C-Sharp Minor [5:35]
- Op. 27 – No. 2 in D-Flat Major [6:10]
- Op. 32 – No. 1 in B Major [4:37]
- Op. 32 – No. 2 in A-Flat Major
Compact Disc. No. 2
- Op. 37 – No. 1 in G Minor [6:16]
- Op. 37 – No. 2 in G Major [6:52]
- Op. 48 – No. 1 in C Minor [5:50]
- Op. 48 – No. 2 in F-Sharp Minor [7:16]
- Op. 55 – No. 1 in F Minor [5:37]
- Op. 55 – No. 2 in E-Flat Major [5:44]
- Op. 62 – No. 1 in B Major [6:47]
- Op. 62 – No. 2 in E Major [5:16]
- Op. 72 – No. 1 in E Minor (Posth.) [4:40]
FINAL THOUGHT:
It’s just a tremendous record of Artur Rubinstein (and Chopin!) at their best!
Emily Sachs – President – Manka Music Group (A division of Manka Bros. Studios – The World’s Largest Media Company






















































































