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1. Prelude
2. Allemande
3. Sarabandes
4. Gavotte
5. Gigue En Rondeau
6. Gigue En Rondeau
7. Le Rappel Des Oiseaux
8. Riguadons
9. Musette En Rondeau
10. Tambourin
11. La Villageoise
12. Les Tendres Plaintes
13. Les Niais De Sologne
14. Les Soupirs
15. La Joyeuse
16. Allemande
17. Les Trois Mains
18. Sarabande
19. Fanfarinette
20. La Triomphante
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30 of 31 people found the following review helpful
Barto illuminates Rameau; a brilliant conception, startling results. July 7 2006
By A. Rocheleau - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Audio CD
There have be only a handful of Rameau collections re-worked for the piano. Of these, Marcelle Meyer's was the pioneer effort, and while fluid and elegant it does not stray far from the original conception for harpsichord. It's rhythms are regular, the trilling consistent and ornamental, the light touch idiomatically French. Robert Casadesus's recordings are also light in touch, but with more pedal creating a pastel of sound. (His "Le Rappel des Oiseaux" is ridiculously fast-- the piece has always been a virtuoso miniature going back to Edouard Risler in the earliest days of recording.) Other great pianists have tackled Rameau on the instrument with a piece here and there, including Wild (marchlike Lisztian swagger everywhere), Gilels (just as much technique, not so much bombast) and Cziffra (the iconoclast treats his Rameau quite respectfully, almost as a planned paradox). After Meyer's forties' recordings you had to wait many decades for really sizable collections to be recorded by anyone. I have not heard Constantin Lifschitz's live recording, but Mordechai Shehori's contains both impeccable playing and the carefully balanced dynamics. Then, there is Tzimon Barto, and this, his amazing, perhaps landmark recording.

It is special in so many ways; for those new to classical music or to the casual listener, these pieces will certainly blend into the surroundings and enrich it. Apparently, from the Chardin still-life on the front cover of the CD and the simple metaphor of its title, that was one intent of the Ondine collection. Yet while the recording creates a rich aural landscape and can be appreciated as many past transcriptions of Rameau melodies have when played by a variety of instruments and ensembles, it's clear that that was not the intention of Tzimon Barto. In fact, for any listener to approach on such a casual level this transference and actual transcendence of Rameau's harpsichord pieces is to give both the composer and his interpreter a two-dimensional hearing that would be devastating in its lack of perception. In fact, even for the untrained ear, I believe that kind of approach will be impossible. They will not be able to stop at merely appreciating the cursory beauty of Barto's piano on tunes that have heretofore been adapted only for their surface lustre.The Barto recording goes much, much deeper, and whether one is immediately aware or not, he will travel with it into that next, extraordinary dimension.

Rameau's keyboard music has always lent itself to "programming" via the occasional sound effects (tied just too ineffably to the titles of some pieces) and of course, the attractive, even gorgeous melodies. Interpretations on other instruments have usually opted to "propel" this music, partly because as written for harpsichord, lines must be strung together in a quick. momentum-laden pattern that comes from the lack of legato and percussive stops inherent in the construction of the parent instrument. But this does not have to be the way on the piano, and one might surmise that if the "romantic" Rameau had had his druthers, he'd have created legato lines and taken full advantage of capabilities of the as-yet-uninvented instrument, perhaps even more than Bach would have. Barto sees this; and after much study, on this recording, he acts.

Barto is more concerned with harmonic underpinnings than his colleagues, and with the exception of Shehori and Gilels who also seem to have been working along these lines, raises the left hand and its harmonics in line with the melodies of the right, in many instances superseding the melodies and creating the aforementioned "third dimension" in this music. Having always been blessed with one of the best left hands in modern pianism, Barto creates amazing levels of color in the music, and often the left and right hand are in a dialogue synonymous with operatic duets. As a master composer of opera, Rameau would have appreciated the aria-like architecture Barto creates in these pieces, and to having his lines not just played, but sung. Further, the pianist isolates tone colorations within the harmonies that no other pianist has ever pulled from this music. In some pieces it seems as if Barto picks out some speckled stone and with a hammer, taps it, and out comes flashes of boreal light Rameau saw himself as he was committing these pieces to paper. But does Barto go too far? This is subjective of course, but here are some examples of why I say he hasn't, and why the results are so spectacular.

Early on in the "Prelude" and the first "Allemande, "it's clear Barto has his own (and he is sure, Rameau's) sound world in mind. He has read Rameau's writings extensively, and spent countless hours not only with his Livres for harpsichord, but with Rameau's many operas. The rhythms he finds are held, varied, and the dynamics (an impossibility on the harpsichord) are plumbed in multiples of ten, often changing even within a measure; it all seems to follow an archetypal romantic's changing mood, or to be more physical, to follow living breath. Now about this time, Baroque "experts" out there might be choking on a scone, but so be it. You get the idea in this closely miked recording that Barto, the exchange of air audible, is channeling Rameau, assuming the aspect of his spirit that was limited only by the vagaries time, place, and available instrument.

Barto is not alone in allowing the "romantic" side of Rameau to come to the fore. There are some lines of Casadesus' "Gavotte" that sound like Schumann to me, and in his own portraiture, though much deeper, Barto follows suit. For those who really like program music, yes, Barto's birds in "Le Rappel des Oiseaux" really sound like birds, and with his rhythmic divergences sound more like birds than anyone else's save Gilels, who differs with Barto here only in that his left hand accents are heavier. (Actually these pieces when played on a metallic-sounding harpsischord or by any of the early virtuosos of piano (i.e. played too fast), acquit themselves more like the final attack of Alfred Hitchcock's Birds than anything remotely pastoral or pleasant!) But for sheer musicality within this well-known piece, Barto and Gilels share ownership hands down.

The "Musette en Rondeau," where the feel of a pipes-like-drone emanates from Barto's left hand and frames the melody, sounds nothing like most earlier renditions. Shehori alone is with him on this; the music, so pretty on the surface, now becomes fathomless. Barto distinguishes himself from Shehori in his use of ritards in "Tambourin"--rather than ornament the piece, Barto de-ornaments with space, stripping off the courtly glaze to reach a folksong pentimento beneath.

In "Les Niais de Sologne," which for me is one of the great miniatures in all of classical music (and should be an encore staple of the literature) Barto turns "program music" on its ear. These acrobats play for keeps, and their dance rhythms are provocative, daring, even comedic. The last note of this piece as executed by Barto is the most apropos (and funniest) ending I've heard since Horowitz finished off Moszkowski's"Etincelles." Just perfect.

And then there is "Les Soupirs." It is here that Barto's detractors will no doubt feast as Barto's intent is to parse the overtones of this piece in as cogent an assaying of the power of harmony and pathos as you will find in Rameau. Barto draws a parallel to the slow movements of Bruckner, and a visit to his symphonies grants one this understanding. The music is not driven, it hovers, like mist on grass, like despair on the lost soul. Barto uncovers colors here no one would have otherwise attempted, and in fact, no other version of "Soupirs" in any way mirrors. This is the Barto who took Schumann's Kriesleriana to over forty minutes, and while the success of that treatment can be debated against the likes of Hofmann's or even the deliberate Horowitz, in "Soupirs," no comparison is possible. You must take this, Barto's transcendent leap of heart and mind on its own merits, or leave it alone. For me, when I want to think, perhaps cry, then hope, I would think of the Bruckner allusions, of Mahler's Adiagetto from Symphony No. 5, Chopins B-flat minor Nocturne, several preludes of Bach, or this.

The long "Allemande" from the Nouvelle Suites is another sure-fire concert item for any incisive pianist to master, as Barto already has. (Likewise the Gavotte and Six Doubles that closes the collection. Barto is selective with his rubato there and elsewhere, not afraid to use it when necessary, but also not afraid to put it away.) It is my hope that this CD will be heard by enough people so that both audience and artist revisits Rameau, as I did with this recording. By all means, buy the Meyer versions of these pieces as you can, and definitely the Shehori, because you will delight in the differences extant. That capacity of contrast can shed a welcome light on the actual depth of these pieces, and demonstrate that there is room for broad intellectual and emotional interpretation of this master, not the mere "adaptation" of Rameau to new instruments, whether it be a string trio or Bob James' electric piano.

As Horowitz opened up the world to Scarlatti on the Steinway and Clementi to everyone, so I think can this collection of Tzimon Barto point the way toward full understanding and illumination of an all-too-neglected keyboard composer, one unjustly confined to the Baroque salon, and also to a daring interpreter so often brilliant in his risks, regardless of the period.
6 of 6 people found the following review helpful
Brilliant. June 10 2007
By J. W. van Aalst - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Audio CD
"Brilliant" is the most fitting word for this recording. the interpretation, the performance, the recording... brilliant. If you are into Baroque music, this is surely a must-have. Although Rameau really isn't baroque in essence. His style's closer to Chopin and even, at times, Debussy. A romantic impressionist in the 1700's, what a miracle!
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
"Then felt I like some watcher of the skies / When a new planet swims into his ken" June 11 2014
By Ralph Moore - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Audio CD
A glance at the reviews here instantly reveals that this is very divisive interpretation. Yet look again, and you will divine just how rigid and narrow-minded are its detractors who "know" how Rameau "was" and "should be" played. The comment that really made me laugh was the observation that this is how Liberace would play it; it should be entered into a competition for sheer absurdity.

If you cannot hear Barto's musicality or technical mastery, more's the pity - for you, that is. Barto is clearly not in any sense attempting to replicate traditional or conventional ideas of Baroque style; the only issue is, is what he does enjoyable and musical? Again, if you think not, fine; that's your privilege but what a world of pleasure you instantly banish.

I discovered Rameau from a double bargain-bin LP in downtown New York in the mid 80's. It was, of course, Marcelle Meyer playing her monster Pleyel on the French EMI Références import and I was instantly captivated. Since then, I have been unable to shake off the malimprinting resulting from exposure to those performances and nothing since has absorbed me, least of all the dry little efforts on harpsichord - until this disc, which opens up new horizons and had me revisiting Rameau's keyboard music with fresh ears.

Stylistically, it is essentially rhapsodic, idiosyncratic, improvisational and, well, all of over the place. But that's the point: it's a blatant, deliberate act of wilfulness springing from love of the music rather than self. Barto's range of colour and variety of touch is extreme and his application of pedal excessive but it's not as if everything he does is neither deliberate nor conscious; he clearly manufactures exactly the effects that he wants. Like all the best pianists, the result is often vocal, a duet between two manual voices in duet, with the modern piano permitting suspended or lingering harmonies

This is the kind of playing that replicates the shock Glenn Gould produced in his treatment of Bach yet I suspect it could achieve the same of kind of cult status as Gould's two Goldberg recordings - and certainly replicate the same phenomenon of introducing a new audience to Rameau's wonderfully fertile and melodic invention. Nobody is pretending this is in any sense authentic - nor do we have to. What is authentic, however, is the Barto's love of, and reverence for, the beauty of the music.

I am grateful to previous reviewer Quinton Fox, whose review - the product of a much more sophisticated and informed pianistic sensibility than mine - first tipped me off to the pleasures of this recording.
6 of 7 people found the following review helpful
Warm and lyrical, if not orthodox Oct. 28 2010
By Eric Arnold - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Audio CD Verified Purchase
This recording has been called 'shameful' and 'revolting'. Let's insert some perspective here... Lady Gaga is shameful and revolting.
I am not a music professional, or even an educated amateur, but I do understand in a broad sense the debate/dispute between 'interpretive' and 'orthodox' (for want of a proper term) approaches to performance of period music. I can see how Barto's approach might raise Baroque-purist hackles, but it is sensitive and engaging to my unlearned ears, and was a wonderful accompaniment to the starry sky I was contemplating while listening.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
Ceci n'est pas Rameau June 5 2014
By Quinton Fox - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Audio CD
Revisiting this disc frequently during the 8 years that I have owned it never fails to result in anything short of delight. Within the category "Out There", it is really, really out there. Although I remain highly skeptical about HIPP claims that "we know how Rameau played his music", I doubt that he played it like Barto. Or, that he ever could have imagined his music to be played this way, after all psychedelics were not among the drugs of choice in Rameau's days. Still, this cd offers such stuff as dreams are made on.

This record marked the beginning of the second phase of Barto's career. The first phase was that of a kind of rock idol. I distinctly remember seeing him on German tv, playing Liszt with the body language of an 80's rock guitarist, huge earring in one ear and his shirt wide open affording the entranced nymphettes a full view of a pair of must un-pianistically sculpted pecs.

Later that year, surprise, surprise, I entered the Rotterdam concert hall to attend a concert by Horacio Gutiérrez to find out that the artist had cancelled at the last moment and was replaced by the boy wonder. Barto's concert was surprisingly balanced. And rock star outfit and gesticulation aside, even his bravura performance of Liszt's 6th Hungarian Rhapsody could not mask a deep musical sensitivity communicated via exquisite pianism. Following up on the concert I started following his career and bought a number of his EMI cds. Even more than two decades later his Liszt, Schumann Symphonic Etudes, and Encores cds never fail to entertain. Important, his Symphonic Etudes continue to represent one of my favorite Schumann recordings. In them the pianist is really successful in connecting with the composer's manic side.

But, in a way that seemed to resemble other comets like Van Cliburn and Ivo Pogorelich, Tzimon Barto just about disappeared. Thus, it was a great surprise to see his phoenix rise from the ashes in 2006. This second wind represented a very different pianist than Barto's earlier incarnation. Rock star no more, but maverick, not interested in coloring between the lines. This, for me at least, has since then resulted in a never uninteresting, but still uneven cd output. This Rameau album is unique. His Ravel album interesting. His ultra slow Schubert album illustrated that: Tzimon, no you can't do the voodoo that Richter could do. Yet, a Schumann album that represented a collaboration with long time mentor Christoph Eschenbach contains some memorable performances, especially my favorite performance of the Geister Variationen.

When it comes to this desert Island disc let's start with the basics. The quality of the recording is superior, pretty much cd state of the art. Superior color, superior dynamics, both macro and micro. Broad and deep soundstage in which the piano is rock solidly stable. The quality of the piano and its tuning represent the best in the business. And, piano technically Barto pretty much represents the state of the art. Argue as one may about the interpretation, let there be no doubt that in its entire history Rameau was never played by a more technically gifted artist.

And then, there is the interpretation, reimagining, reconfiguring, etc., etc., of Rameau. At the risk of repeating myself: it's out there. If it would turn out that Barto recorded this disc while he was in a chemically-induced trance like Delphi's Pythia, yours truly would not be surprised. In the liner notes, the pianist mentions being inspired by a William Christie live performance of a Rameau Opera, that Barto labeled as "perfect". Comparing Christie HIPP-informed Rameau stagings with what Tzimon does here only adds to the mystery. But, at least as far as I am concerned, I am glad that the pianist attended Christie's concert.

Since my childhood I have loved Rameau's les Sauvages. Since then I tried to get my hands on most of the Rameau that harpsichordists and pianists alike have recorded. In all, my preference for a Rameau standard performance would go to the Kenneth Gilbert disc that is included in the 50 cd Archiv box. Marcelle Meyer, who is rightfully mentioned by my fellow reviewers, is graceful in her classic 1950s Rameau recording.

On this disc Barto channels Rameau. All the notes are there and they are played beautifully, with the greatest of care. Importantly, every single note has meaning. Yet, when it comes to articulation, very, very little reflects anything that resembles the baroque vernacular, whether it is HIPP, traditional, or even of the Glenn Gould variety. The name of Chopin shows up among the words by my fellow reviewers, but the rubato, tempo and volume changes that Barto employs do not correspond to what the composer considered the essence of his art, the gently moving candle flame.

Rationally, Barto's work here can be best described as "all over the place". However, and this is an entirely personal affair, the way in which Barto hits an array of emotional bulls eyes on this disc never fails to move or amaze me. Take track 5, the Gigue en Rondeau. It's an entire Universe within 2.5 minutes. More is communicated here than in some artist's entire careers. Another example, track 12, Les Taindres Plaintes, which, inspired by the Christie concert, Barto re-interpreted as a slow soprano aria. Every on line dictionary should provide a link to this track at the "sublime" entry. And I could go on and on. It's easy to understand that many will not "get" this disc and even be offended. However, those lucky enough to connect with this interpretation are likely to cherish this disc like few others.

A couple of years after purchasing this disc I saw a documentary about Barto, his artistic world view, his impressive work out sessions, his tabacco addiction, and all his extra-musical activities, writing most prominently among them. In this documentary the pianist mentions the process of personal reinvention that he had to go through after losing his young son, and the role that making this recording played in the healing process. That knowledge did not fail to add another dimension to my appreciation of the disc. Wallace Stevens could never have imagined how much Barto could ever prove his "Death is the Mother of Beauty" so right.