Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli (1920-1995)
1975-77


Lugano
"His concert activities gradually diminished, but his fame had now taken on the proportions of a myth and each time he performed in public it was an event that made the headlines."
1975
Angelo Fabbrini, Michelangeli's trusted piano technician, worked with him from 1975 to 1990.
In 1975 and 1976 Michelangeli limited his concert performances outside Italy, cancelling most concerts at the last minute and thus being criticised and accused of "snobbery", but Michelangeli had already told the journalist Silvio Bertoldi a few years earlier: "They say I want to be a star, that I don't keep my commitments, but the truth is that I only play when I feel good and there is no contract in the world that could force me to perform. If I don't feel good, I can't give the best of myself that I would really like to: the audience has a right to the best. If I don't play when I'm not feeling good, it's only out of respect for the audience. I'm not made of iron. I suffered years due to inflammation of the nerves in my right hand, which limited me for several years. I suffered from lung attacks, but when I had to, I played even with a fever. I played every day in Milan while my father was dying in Brescia. How can anyone call that “starry mannerisms”?”
Since the pianist left Italy, he has escaped the media’s attention and no one knows where he is or how to contact him, as if he refuses to meet anyone. Silvio Bertoldi continues his essay on Michelangeli by quoting some of his sentences: “Playing is not just a profession, but a way of life, for which it is not enough to have willpower and natural talent. Above all, a great spirit of sacrifice is needed. Being a musician does not mean dressing up to dress up as a penguin and present yourself to an applauding audience, but it is something that goes beyond all that and requires continuous effort and monstrous work. Otherwise, one will not become a musician, but a well-inflated bubble for a few applauses that will last only a few seasons, a sparkler that will go out in the dark.”
Corriere della Sera, 20. 8. 1976, Silvio Bertoldi, as recorded by Katia Vendrame
Evidence of this artist’s behaviour can be found in the events at a concert in Paris in 1978: at this performance he played Ballades op. 10 by the German composer Johannes Brahms, which accompanied him in almost all concerts in those years, and Beethoven’s third sonata. Then, before he got to Andante spianato and grande Polonaise brillante by Fryderyk Chopin, he left the concert because he was cold.
Corriere della Sera, 13. 11. 1978; Katia Vendrame
January 1975: Johannes Church, Thun, Switzerland (Studio Recordings | Stereo)
– EMI –
· Schumann: Carnaval (Scènes Mignonnes sur Quatre Notes), Op.9
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· Schumann: Album for the Young, Op.68
o 37. Sailor’s Song
o 38. Wintertime I
o 39. Wintertime II
January 1975: Johannes Church, Thun, Switzerland (Studio Recordings | Stereo)
– EMI –
· Haydn: Piano Concerto No.11 in D major, Hob.XVIII:11
· Haydn: Piano Concerto No.4 in G major, Hob.XVIII:4
– Edmond de Stoutz / Züricher Kammerorchester
Peter Andry, Inside the Recording Studio (2008), fills in some background to the recordings for EMI. Attolico was ABM's legal adviser in Switzerland. 'For the best part of a day I found myself in a dingy hotel in Lugano with ABM and Attolico, who turned out to be an unpleasant little man. Michelangeli did all the talking when he was not sucking his teeth. I kept up as well as I could with my fragile grasp of the Italian language using such expressions as presto, non abiamo, impossibile, spianato, stretto, and minestrone at what I thought to be judicious moments. The discussions went on and on. The discussions went on and on. We haggled over money, royalties, living expenses, rail fares, and other such sordid details. Then there was the question of repertoire. Michelangeli favoured the Haydn concertos, not the most commercial of sales prospects. There seemed to be no end to the problems that confronted us. Whenever we resolved one, Michelangeli managed to bring up another. Finally, late in the afternoon, it all became too much for me. Getting up from my chair in desperation and almost shouting, I declared, "Maestro! Io non posso fare di più!" Astounded at my sudden fluency, he looked up at me. His habitual scowl suddenly cleared from his face. "Va bene," he said, and we shook hands. He signed the contract and I got out of there as quickly as I could. It was the first and last contract I ever managed to negotiate in Italian.
Some weeks later in London, on my return from a business trip to New York, I was astonished to learn that Michelangeli had just signed a contract with the American record company CBS supposedly involving composer and conductor Pierre Boulez. I exploded and rang Karajan's lawyer in Zurich, with whom I had become quite friendly. He was a suave, extremely adroit Swiss practitioner, as one might expect, and knew all the tricks of his trade. I related to him the whole story. “Leave it to me,” he said. He called me within twenty-four hours. He explained that Michelangeli was living in Switzerland illegally and that he had warned Michelangeli that unless he tore up his new contract with our competitors, he would be chucked out pronto. Michelangeli backed down, honoured our contract and duly recorded the Haydn concertos, which proved quite successful, and a solo Schumann recital including Carnaval, but that was all he delivered.
The real problem was that Michelangeli simply did not like making records and found the whole process a bore. He was the kind of musician who would let the bills accumulate on the spike until he had to make a few records to pay them off. Musically, of course, he was a genius who was blessed with all God's gifts, including an enviable elegance, but he had no intention of letting the mundane requirements of standard business practice interfere with his chosen lifestyle.
Peter Andry (1927-2010) was born in Hamburg, but brought up in Australia; he read music at Melbourne University. 'Affable, conscientious and hard-working, he used his patrician charm to cultivate distinguished, high-maintenance, frequently tyrannical artists, creating in the process one of the finest catalogues in recording history.'
Barry Millington, The Guardian
March 17, 1975: Bern, Switzerland (Radio Broadcast | AAC192)
· Beethoven: Piano Sonata No.12 in A-flat major, Op.26
· Schubert: Piano Sonata No.4 in A minor, D.537 (Op.164)
· Debussy: Hommage à Rameau (Images, Book I No.2)
· Debussy: Reflets dans l’eau (Images, Book I No.1)
· Debussy: Cloches à travers les feuilles (Images, Book II No.1)
The Recording That Never Was
Michelangeli & Kleiber - 'this nitroglycerin mixture', about to record the "Emperor" by "the Dutch Composer', as AMB called him, referring to Beethoven's ancestry [Cord Garben, who reports almost unbelievable shenanigans about one piano, a Bechstein: 'The distances between the ebony sections were too narrow for the Maestro's strong fingers to find room', and he required all the black keys be sanded laterally to create more space between them for the his fingers. This actually happened the following night, and even before the average citizen had gone to get his breakfast rolls, the Maestro's instrument
was transported to the private broadcaster "Freies Berlin" for the recording, due to begin began at 10 a.m. Which it didn't!... See p.53ff.]
Since 1973, months and months of work had gone on to connect Kleiber and ABM for a recording of Beethoven's Emperor with the Berlin Radio SO. The work took place in Sender Fries Berlin, Haus des Rundfunks, Masurenallee. On 16 December 1975, Michelangeli joined the orchestra for a 2-5pm session; the final session ran from 2-5 in the 17th. All rehearsals were recorded (producer Cord Garben), as was the piano test and the first movement with piano. The team stayed at Berlin's Hotel Schweizer Hof. Late on the night before the recording was due to take place, Kleiber summoned Garben. He made an astonishing demand: he wanted the contents of his pocket score, replete with red marking - towards an adventuresome, refreshing and new performance of the work - , to be entered in the players' parts overnight before 10:00am. Garben was appalled but managed to get a team together. When Michelangeli saw the score in the morning, his face darkened: this was nothing like what they had done two years earlier. Very quickly there was no communication between the two. AMB began consulting directly with the concertmasters Koji Toyoda and Hans Maile and principal cellist Georg Donderer. This went on all day. Ettore Gracis had once told Kleiber that there was nothing conspiratorial, this was just how Michelangeli worked. The second day finished miserably and then next morning. Garben learned that the conductor had checked out of his hotel overnight. Two decades later, Kleiber admitted to Garben that rethink might have been at fault.
Charles Barber, Corresponding with Carlos: a biography of Carlos Kleiber
Perio Rattalino mentions that there is also a recording of the performance fo Cesar Franck's Symphonic Vsriations made on 13 May, 1975, in Zurich under Erich Leinsdorf: 'This recording, made without the consent of the heirs, cannot be released for another fifty years.'
Thursday 29 May, 1975, Municipal House – Smetana Hall, Prague
Josef Boháč: Fragment for a large symphony orchestra
Robert Schumann: Concerto in A minor for piano and orchestra, Op. 54
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Concerto in B flat major for piano and orchestra, Ks 450
Leoš Janáček: Symfonietta
Excitement in Vienna
Saturday, 31 May 1975, Rudolfinum – Dvořák Hall, Prague
Ludwig van Beethoven: Sonata in A flat major, Op. 26
Franz Schubert: Sonata in A minor, Op. 164
Fryderyk Chopin: Sonata in B flat minor, Op. 35
Maurice Ravel: Gaspard de la nuit (Kašpar noci)
11 June, 1975: Konzerthaus (Lothringerstraße 20), Vienna, Austria
– Vienna Festival –
· Schumann: Piano Concerto in A minor, Op.54
– Moshe Atzmon / Vienna Symphony Orchestra (Wiener Symphoniker)
The concert began with Johann Strauss II, "Accelerationen", Walzer op. 234 and ended with Prokofiev's "Romeo und Julia", Suite Nr. 2 op. 64b and Ravel's "La Valse".
Saturday, 14 June, 1975, Kozerthaus, Vienna Festival: Mozart, Piano Concerto No. 15 in B-flat, K 450.
Vienna Symphony Orchestra/ Moshe Atzmon
Also Beethoven, Symphonie Nr. 4 B-Dur op. 60 (in the first half) and after the concerto, Johann Strauss II, "Bei uns z'Haus", Walzer op. 361
Gianni Gori was there for Il Piccolo di Trieste (18 June):
Beneath the stately "Jugendstil" atmosphere of the Konzerthaus's main hall, the temperature of anticipation and success skyrocketed. Aficionados recalled that over the past twenty years, Michelangeli had given only recitals in Vienna, and that his participation in a symphony concert was therefore eagerly anticipated. Some too much, some not at all! We think of the last time Michelangeli played in Italy, and how often we will have the opportunity to hear him again, with or without an orchestra. Meanwhile, anyone who wants to hear the pianist from Brescia must chase him abroad, along the most famous musical routes.
Of course, the golden and enigmatic idol of the evening was Arturo Benedetto Michelangeli. The applause that greeted his appearance was so insistent that it forced him to smile. And that says it all! But here they know him and know that drawing a slight curl of his lips, little more than a benevolent grimace under the curtain of hair and in that imperturbable mask, or at most expressive of a great desire to be left alone, they know it's an exceptional success.
To say that success corresponded to a model interpretation would be too much; but I confess that seeing Michelangeli's hands on the keyboard again, those wax fingers that seem immobile and "thinking," like the offshoots of so many ideas materialised in sound, is always a thrill. In Schumann's Concerto in A minor, Op. 54, his approach to the initial "Allegro," more submissive or resentful than "affectionate," can also disappoint (... but) for him, imagination and form are welded together in the reflective progression of the concerto, reaching their peak in the "Allegro vivace." Here we find the superior "clarity" of the great interpreter, exalted by a diaphanous sound that is still one of the most beautiful in the world - the overwhelming sound that caused the crowd to hold him on the podium in the great hall for a long time. When they were already in despair, evacuating for the interval, Michelangeli stopped everyone in their tracks with a pearly unscheduled encore.
Mozart composed the concerto for performance at a series of concerts at the Vienna venues of the Trattnerhof and the Burgtheater in the first quarter of 1784, where he was himself the soloist in March 1784. In a letter to his father Leopold, Mozart compared this concerto with the 16th concerto in D: "I consider them both to be concertos which make one sweat; but the B flat one beats the one in D for difficulty."
Alexander Arsov has written enthusiastically on YouTube: 'ABM just about owned that concerto. Nobody, absolutely nobody else has ever brought to that work the same combination of dazzling virtuosity and trenchant but stylish musicianship.'
Massive publicity, followed by massive cancellations, preceded a scheduled tour of North America in 1977, where he was to play in New York, Chicago, Toronto, Miami, Montreal, Dallas, Cleveland, Washington and Los Angeles. Though by then his duties to Michelangeli were already history, Leiser had no regrets. "He changed managers like he changed shirts. In spite of the obstacles I was faced with as his agent, it was a great experience and a privilege to have known him. He could be the devil incarnate at times, but he was also an angel: soft spoken, charming and generous. But it was always drama with him…" (John Bell Young)
in Karl Aage Rasmussen's biography of Sviatoslav Richter, he reports that when Pollini cancelled his Grange de Meslay Festival, Tours (France) recital, Richter managed to engage the young Hungarian Zoltán Kocsis. Kocsis performed a few days afetr Michelangeli, and Richetr remarked to the Hungarian poet János Pilinszky: "Michelangeli is certainly the best pianist of our time,but kocsis is already a greater artist.'
1976
'To our great surprise, after just a few weeks [after the "Emperor' fiasco], the telexes came alive, transmitting the latest repertoire proposals and the contractual terms. They did not come from Lugano, but from distant Rome, where ABM's lawyer, Giuseppe Attolico, was resident. Until the battle for the signing of a new contract entered the final phase,
only the President of the DG, Roland Kommerell, communicated with the lawyer.
ABM was seriously intending to record a series of Beethoven's first and last sonatas.
Regrettably, the Sonata Op. 111, for which I had personally placed great hopes, had already been promised to Maurizio Pollini. Another project included Franz Schubert's Sonata in G major and the two posthumous Sonatas in A minor and B-flat major.' [Cord Garben]
Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli was to return to the stage: 'He will give a recital on 12 August [1976] in Menton as part of the twenty-seventh International Chamber Music Festival, which opened on July 25th by another celebrated pianist, the American Byron Janis, and will conclude on the 28th of next month. During the official festival, thirteen concerts will be held in the churchyard of the Church of San Michele, just under two kilometres from the border with Ventimiglia.
(Menton/Mentone is a commune in the Alpes-Maritimes department in the Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur region on the French Riviera, close to the Italian border)
(Corriere 30 July 1976) But on 11 August, the newspaper announced: 'Disappointment awaits fans of Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli who were preparing to applaud him at a recital scheduled in Menton for the evening of Thursday, August 12, as part of the traditional "International Chamber Music Festival," which began at the end of July. The festival's directors announced that the illustrious Italian pianist has withdrawn due to illness. In anticipation of Benedetti Michelangeli's performance, all available seats around the churchyard of San Michele, the festival's venue, had been booked for several days. Dezso Ranki, who performed in Menton at the 1972 edition of the festival, will perform in his place. Ticket prices have been halved compared to those for the Italian pianist's concert.'
Silvio Bertoldi (Corriere della Sera, 20. 8. 1976): They'd been waiting for him for years, who knows if he's really indisposed, or if he's having an existential crisis? He has family homes in Bornato and Calino near Brescia. It's useless to look for him at those addresses. It's useless to look for him even in Lugano where he had retired years ago. They say he lives in Germany. There was a time when to get in touch with him, you had to call a certain secretary-administrator, a German woman from Zürich and she would've passed the request on. I think she said nothing. He remained untraceable, especially for journalists. Three years ago, he certainly went to see a specialist, the director of the orthopaedic and thrombosis clinic at the University Varona, but he didn't speak to anyone about it. A friend hosted him so that he wouldn't have to stay in a hotel, and his presence be noted in the city. It was a supposition that he had pain in his hand, because there were rumours of a car accident, with fractures to his fingers.
'Then came the thousands of concerts, the thirty-one years dedicated to teaching without earning a penny, the travels around the world with his famous leather bag where he stashed everything: scores, shirts, money, the old tailcoat he had worn since time immemorial and whose lining he insisted on periodically changing. Poor health, discouragement, the burden of his profession, the bitterness, even the anger of the misunderstood, the secret furies of revenge: perhaps all this nourishes and fuels his existential crisis today. And yet the mystery of the great artist who isolated himself in a sterile legend continues. The mystery of the man also continues.
'I think those who knew him remember him as if he were in his happiest years. Moon-like face, thin mustache, he seemed the embodiment of the blue skeptic. Barilli splendidly defined his "face of silence."
He had dark blond hair, strong, slightly stubby hands, so different from what romantic girls once called pianist's hands, imagining them thin and diaphanous. He was a sum of contradictions: he didn't play tennis for fear of accidents and raced at two hundred miles an hour in his Ferrari; he didn't read the newspapers, yet he knew everything about football, about footballers; he was a bear, he seemed grumpy, and you discovered that he really liked Sophia Loren, that he did the housework, that he was a refined gourmet.
La scarsa salute, lo scoramento, il peso del mestiere, le amarezze, anche l'ira dell' incompreso, i segreti furori della vendetta: forse tutto questo nutre e alimenta la sua crisi esistenziale d'oggi. E tuttavia il mistero del grande artista che si è isolato in una sterile leggenda continua. Continua anche il mistero dell' uomo.
Penso che chi lo ha conosciuto lo ricordi come se fosse nei suoi anni felici. Viso lunare, baffi sottili, sembrava l'incarnazione dello scettico blu. Barilli, splendidamente, aveva definito la sua «faccia del silenzio».
'He has no friends, he is a restless uprooted person. He has left distant, in his memory, episodes of logical vitality, of an exuberance that made him similar to other men: nocturnal forays through New York in search of a sauce for a special dish, pranks on the faithful tuner Tallone, a grotesquely prophetic phrase he hurled at a swindling innkeeper over a hefty bill: "Tomorrow everything here will burn" (and the next day, fatefully, the place went up in flames), the outbursts of joy with his wife Giuliana. Different times. Back then, people saw him; he wasn't a mysterious ectoplasm. He wore a black turtleneck like Strehler, he was thin, his motionless face seemed made of marble, the adoring young music lovers said he looked like an angel. Now, what will it be like?'
On Christmas Eve, 1976, the South African newspaper had an article on AMB which included this curious statement:
Daar is mense wat vertel dat Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli sy groot vernuf as pianis van die duiwel self ontvang het.
„Jy laat my musiek soveel mooier klink," het Maurice Ravel een keer gesê nadat hy na Michelangeli geluister het. Die pianis was toe maar vyftien jaar oud."
There are those who say that Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli received his great talent as a pianist from the devil himself.
"You make my music sound so much more beautiful," Maurice Ravel once said after listening to Michelangeli. The pianist was only fifteen years old at the time."
As Ravel died in 1937, this would have been in 1935 if true.
1977 Sala Nervi, Vatican
In 1977, after eleven years of silence in Italy, Michelangeli finally appeared in the Vatican, where he played a concert for the Red Cross. During his stay in the Vatican, he did not agree to any photoshoots or interviews, nor to recordings for the Italian media, exactly as he had decided in 1969. In the papal residence, in the Auditorium Pierluigi Nervi from 1971 (after the first acoustic tests in the hall he declared: "I have never found a hall that is so large and yet has good acoustics"), on a Steinway piano that he brought from Switzerland, Michelangeli played for seven thousand people, among others, Sonata No. 2 by Chopin and Ballade op. 10 by Brahms and the first book of Preludes by Debussy.
Corriere della Sera, 29. 4. 1977. [See also box below]
April 29, 1977: Aula Nervi, Vatican City State (Radio Broadcast )
· Brahms: Four Ballades, Op.10
· Chopin: Piano Sonata No.2 in B-flat minor, Op.35
· Debussy: 12 Preludes (Book I)
Deutsche Grammophon
At the invitation of Deutsche Grammophon, Michelangeli returned to the recording studio in the late ‘70s. The project comprised a series of albums devoted to his core repertoire: music by Debussy, Chopin, Schubert, Beethoven and Brahms. His producer Cord Garben recalls with amusement the session for the Debussy Preludes. "He played the whole program and then asked for the corrections, which he made immediately. That was all! Preparation time in the studio took about three days, especially for mechanical adjustments on his two instruments. He could never decide which one to use. He had no interest in the editing procedure and authorized me to make the edits wherever I wanted them. Once he accepted the hall, he accepted the advice of his engineer." (John Bell Young)
When recording Michelangeli was a stickler for privacy. Not only was the studio itself off limits to non-essential personnel, but so was the entire building. With the exception of his producer, an engineer, a technician, a personal assistant and a single record company representative, he refused to allow anyone to get near him. "Even attendance by DG’s chief executives was strictly forbidden," notes Garben.
In 1975 he refused to give Deutsche Grammophon permission to issue his recording, with Carlos Kleiber, of the Emperor Concerto. Here Guilini fared better. "The approval of the Emperor [with Giulini]" says Garben, "took place in his jeep while driving over the mountains of Lugano." Evidently this offered Michelangeli one way of speeding things up. "And he approved the Beethoven 3rd in his home on a cheap radio recorder," protests Garben, "while his expensive equipment stood only five meters away."
Mr. J. BISTRITZKY
THE ARTHUR RUBINSTEIN
INTERNATIONAL PIANO COMPETITION
SHALOM TOWER, TEL AVIL, ISRAEL
Thank you very much for your phone call of September 19th.
As promised, I officially confirm that Maestro Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli has accepted with great pleasure to serve on the Jury of the Arthur Rubinstein Competition to be held in April 1977.
It is understood that the Maestro will only participate in the last two rounds (10th and 11th, 13th and 14th). We would like to arrive on April 7th and depart on Saturday, April 16th.
I am delighted that you can make a piano available to the Maestro during his stay in Tel Aviv, in a room at the Conservatory or elsewhere, if you prefer. You mentioned a new piano at the Conservatory, and is that correct? I have a great favor to ask of you: Could you reserve for us a gold medal bearing the likeness of Maestro Rubinstein,
similar to the one he gave to Maestro Michelangeli. We will pay you for it when we come. The reason is very simple: there was a robbery in our house in Lugano, and among the stolen items was this medal, and the Maestro is very sad not to have it anymore. Thank you in advance. (Marie-José Gros Dubois, 21 September 1976)
Members of the international jury for April 1977 included: Arthur Rubinstein, Guido Agosti (Italy), Jan Ekier (Poland), Jacques Fevrier (France), Rudolf Firkusny (U.S.A.), Akiko Iguchi (Japan), Nikita Magaloff (Switzerland). The winner was German pianist Gerhard Oppitz (born 5 February 1953, Frauenau).
14 June, 1977, Zurich
The concert (Grosser Tonhallesaal) began with a serious affront to the audience: the doors to the hall, even those to the foyer, remained closed until after the official concert opening; the audience had to wait, crowded into the dressing room foyer—an imposition, not least for older concertgoers who found no seating. The concert began about half an hour late; by the time it ended, it was nearly 11:00. We heard Beethoven's C minor Sonata, Op. 111, and, in a modification of the original programme (Beethoven, Sonata, No.28 in A major Op. 101), Brahms's Four Ballades, Op. 10, which Emil Gilels had already played a week earlier, and after the interval, Debussy's Preludes I. The accompanying incidents were soon forgotten: Benedetti Michelangeli has a unique way of reassuring his audience! He plays Beethoven, and especially this difficult, concentrated, spiritualized Opus 111, which invites so many interpretive misunderstandings (even to the point of a "second "Pathetique""), quite unobtrusively, but with absolute precision: observing every performance mark, weighing dynamic markings against each other, masterfully commanding his excellent pianistic craft. Hardly ever has it become clearer to us than in this rhythmically precisely crafted and finely animated interpretation why, in the Arietta between the fourth and fifth variations, Beethoven writes l'istesso tempo, but distinguishes between 6 /ie and wsz in a kind of secret diminution that leads to an extremely charming, almost inner, rhythmic animation.
Neue Zürcher Zeitung, 16 June 1977
19 June 1977 was supposed to be a concert in Vienna (after a long absence) with Leif Segerstam: Tchaikovsk'ys first piano concerto (Corriere della Sera, 21 April 1977)
Moshe Atzmon (Hebrew: משה עצמון; born 30 July 1931) is an Israeli conductor.
He was born Móse Grószberger in Budapest, and at the age of thirteen he emigrated with his family to Tel Aviv, Israel. He started his musical career on the horn before going to London for further studies in conducting.
He has won several conducting prizes and held many positions with major orchestras. He was chief conductor of the Sydney Symphony Orchestra from 1967 to 1971 and the Sinfonieorchester Basel from 1972 to 1986. He was chief conductor of orchestras in Tokyo, Nagoya, and Rennes and of the Dortmunder Philharmoniker.
Beethoven Hall, 1976
When the name Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli is on the programme, there is not always a concert; his cancellations are as notorious as he is famous.
Even when he is actually present in person, things sometimes get strange: for almost half an hour, 2,000 visitors had to crowd into the foyers in front of the Beethoven Hall because Michelangeli insisted that instead of the grand piano that had been specially brought in from Hamburg but had become out of tune during transport, another one be provided and tuned at the last minute. But that still wasn't entirely enough; the deep bass notes sounded decidedly wrong, the master flinched indignantly several times, and when he faced the applause of the enthusiastic crowd who crowded onto the podium at the end, it took some time before his sour expression gave way to a hint of a smile.
Michelangeli is an uncomfortable man for the concert business. Out of self-importance, capriciousness, snobbery? I believe: out of responsibility towards the goal he has set for himself. Measured against his ideal, nothing is good enough for him. Not even his own ability. There is hardly another virtuoso who studies and refines his works for such an adventurous length of time before appearing in public.
This time he limited himself to Chopin and Debussy. In Debussy's first book of Préludes melodic contours were not blurred, themes did not evaporate into mollusc-like intangibility, despite all the nuanced art of these antenna-like fingertips, Debussy's impressionism remained clearly audible at all times, linear, tied to the craft of the keyboard instrument. The west wind roared violently in No. 7, the famous cathedral sank into a mystical twilight only after it had been lifted into the light of the imagination by extremely earthly piano chords, Puck and clowns played very pianistic, in no way glorified practical jokes.
What a synthesis of work-serving honesty and personality, in Debussy as well as in Chopin! An even greater musician than a virtuoso, that's really what Michelangeli is. (Kurt Honolka, 1976)
La Stampa article on Vatican recital
On 29 April 1977, he held a concert in the Vatican in honor of Pope Paul VI, to benefit the Italian Red Cross, on the initiative of Vittoria Leone.
He has set some conditions: no interviews, unnumbered seats, and street clothes will be required. Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli, who had sworn never to set foot in Italy again, returns for a concert. He couldn't say no to the personal invitation extended to him by Mrs. Vittoria Leone from the Quirinale. The keyboard monk was seduced by the first citizen of the Republic.
Today, after a nine-year absence, Benedetti Michelangeli returns for a concert. Not exactly in his homeland, but in the Vatican. All proceeds will go entirely to the Red Cross. Paul VI has "graciously" granted permission to perform in the Sala Nerviana, which seats 6,912. The concert is scheduled for Friday, April 29, at 8:30 pm. The program: Brahms, Ballad Op. 10; Chopin, Sonata in B-flat minor Op. 35; Debussy, 12 Preludes. The news of Michelangeli's return, unanimously considered the world's number one pianist, has left Rome breathless. First, a frantic rush to book began, then adoring young music lovers stormed the box office. There are still a few tickets left (thirty, twenty, and ten thousand lire). A sold-out event is expected, with gross revenue exceeding €100 million, almost as if it were a Serie A match.
Meanwhile, the press office of the President of the Quirinale has announced the Maestro's conditions: a) Michelangeli will not grant interviews; b) his Roman hideout will not be revealed; e) the seats in the auditorium will not be numbered ("I hate having to face the same old hags who understand nothing about music but pretend to faint as soon as I touch the piano"); d) formal attire will be required, not evening wear. The man who embodies the myth of refined elegance on the keyboard has only two suits in his wardrobe, one winter, the other summer; he also owns a tailcoat (designed by Prandoni) that has followed him from concert to concert for eighteen years, and whose lining he has changed dozens of times.
Teaching was his vocation: he taught in Bergamo, Arezzo, Bolzano, Merano. Of course, he didn't keep timetables, like the lowest of bureaucrats. He gave lessons when inspiration struck. At the Accademia Chigiana in Siena, the students waited patiently for him all day; The Maestro could arrive at any moment; today, tomorrow, or perhaps the day after. In the rarefied world Benedetti Michelangeli lives in, human reasons and needs are incomprehensible. No one has ever been able to understand whether his extreme reserve is due to shyness or hides a hint of amusement. A music critic, who had driven all the way to Val Camonica to listen to him, was dragged along at 200 miles an hour in his Ferrari, eyes wide open, to watch the sunrise over Lake Trasimeno.
Michelangeli lives in Brusino, on Lake Lugano. He is 58 years old. After 27 years of marriage, he separated from Giuliana Guidetti. Now he is often seen alone at lunch at Pestalotti, an alcohol-free restaurant where you can eat for 1,500 lire. He always wears his suit and black sweater, from which his pale, lunar face peeks out. His temples have turned gray, and two deep wrinkles line his cheeks at the corners of his mouth. But his charm remains intact. His personality remains an enigma. Someone calculated that in three months he could earn enough to last him a lifetime. But what does money matter to him? He has never given more than thirty concerts a year.
Now he plays sparingly, and more engagements are cancelled than honoured. His recordings are extremely rare, even though, ironically, millions of his pirated records flood the global market. At his rare concerts, there's always the danger of a clandestine microphone. His fee is the highest in the music industry, but the penalties he has to pay every time he doesn't show up are extremely high. And if he's not in a state of grace, he doesn't play. The same goes for his recordings. He's never recognized himself in a record. He's terrified of leaving behind a recorded performance of anything less than his best. One of his students says: when you live in a myth, one wrong note in public drives you to suicide. His life hasn't changed. His world has become even more rarefied, if that's possible. He plays at night; at dawn, people see him walking exhausted along the lakeside. These days, as he always does when a concert date approaches, he's entered a state of anguished exaltation. He doesn't speak, he doesn't see anyone, he eats just enough to survive. He spends his days locked in a room with his magical Steinway, but without touching a key. He mentally reviews the score and taps time with his foot. At night he paces for hours, unable to sleep. He sinks into abysses of neurosis, the neurosis of virtuosity. People from all over the world are expected to come to the Rome concert on April 29th. But the question everyone is asking is: will Michelangeli be on stage that night?
Corrado Corradi, La Stampa 25.4.77
Ettore Mo, Corriere della Sera (29.4.77), under the heading "Michelangeli like a comet':
'Separated from his wife for a few years, he lives alone in Brusino, on Lake Lugano. From there, with his piano in tow, he tours the world for his concerts. But even in Brusino, where we were a few days ago, it's useless to solicit a meeting. He's not one of those who shoot at journalists, but he ignores them. He lives in the Pojana area, a two-storey house called Fumighera, clinging to the steep, wooded hill. It's reached by a granite staircase that zigzags up. The shutters are wide open. Down below is the lake. Ahead, on the other shore, is Monte Generoso, still with a few flecks of snow.
The parking spaces are useless. The teacher isn't there. Not even his maid, Margherita, is there. They say he studies all night and that in the morning he goes out exhausted and tired to walk along the lake. But at the nearby restaurant they deny it: "He lives a normal life, they say; he sleeps at night and works during the day. He plays in the morning, in the afternoon, you just have to pass under his windows to hear it. Every now and then he comes over to eat. With us it's cordial. He talks about everything except music. It's not true that he is a hermit, always shut in the house. We often find him in the street, he goes around running errands."'
John Gruen interview, August 1977
The New York Times, 21 August 1977
Among the handful of the world's legendary pianists, Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli is perhaps the most reclusive, enigmatic and obsessive. Living in voluntary exile and isolation in Lugano, Switzerland (for reasons he chooses not to divulge, he has refused to reside or perform in his native Italy for the past 10 years), Michelangeli makes infrequent appearances on the European concert stage. When he does perform, he avidly shuns all publicity and avoids any contact with either his fellow artists or an adoring public. Often given to cancelling concerts, Michelangeli seems law unto himself, following in the dictates of his feelings and moods.
The pianist has not appeared in America for some eight years. However, last June, in Vienna, this writer learned that Michelangeli had finally resolved to undertake his second tour of the United States and Canada next spring. Owing to the pianist's unpredictability, it seemed wise to talk to him about his career and plans well in advance.
In New York, there will be two Carnegie Hall recitals—on March 10 and 23, 1978. Michelangeli will also play in Boston, twice at Kennedy Center in Washington, Montreal, Toronto, Chicago, Miami, Dallas, Cleveland and Los Angeles. This is the itinerary, but one never knows about Michelangeli.
In Vienna, the pianist participated in the 18th International “Musikfest Der Wiener Conzerthausgesellschaft. ” Two concerts were announced. The first would feature the pianist in Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1, with Leif Segerstam conducting the Austrian Radio Symphony. The second would be a solo recital. Both concerts were sold out weeks in advance, with stage seats being added for the solo concert of June 25. Some days prior to his appearance in the Tchaikovsky concerto, Michelangeli cancelled. The press announced that the pianist claimed illness. It added that Michelangeli suggested he be replaced by the young American pianist James Tocco, who had also participated in the festival one week earlier with an allChopin recital. Thus, on extreme short notice, Tocco stepped in and performed the Tchaikovsky concerto. All six Vienna newspapers gave Tocco rave reviews while severely chastizing Michelangeli for once more disappointing the public by what they deemed his capricious cancellations. A nervous festival management asked James Tocco to stand by as the replacement for Michelangeli's upcoming solo concert.
As it turned out, the Italian pianist arrived in Vienna on the morning of his scheduled performance. That same evening he played Beethoven's Sonata, Op. HI; Brahms's Ballades, Op. 10, and Debussy's Preludes, Book 1. The concert proved memorable in every way, confirming Michelangeli's reputation as one of the world's musical giants.
To obtain an interview with Michelangeli proved next to impossible. A young woman, acting as his private secretary, repeatedly announced that the pianist never spoke to reporters. Told that news had leaked out about his forthcoming U. S. tour, she quickly denied the report. However, some hours later, she telephoned to say that he would grant brief interview.
“Yes, I will come to America, but only on the condition that a suitable piano can be found for me,” said Michelangeli, who received me in the green room of the Vienna Concert Hall.
“You see, for me, playing on exactly the right instrument is everything. The fact is, the piano situation today is horrendous‐it's not a laughing matter. I've even given up traveling with my own piano, because all pianos, even the so‐called best, are of very poor quality. consider this a tragedy, and if this goes on, I may give up playing altogether. ”
Michelangeli chose to stand throughout our interview. A tall, lean man with dark, brooding eyes, a drooping moustache and shoulder‐length black hair, he spoke in a monotone, suggesting some deep and hidden depression. Standing rooted in one spot, he continually kept his eyes averted from his interviewer. Asked to speak on the subject of piano playing, Michelangeli kept silent for several minutes.
“The pianist should not express himself. The principal thing‐the most essential thing is to enter the spirit of the composer. It is what I tried to instill in all the pianists who have come to study with me. The trouble with today's younger pianists is their fixation on their own personality. This is a pitfall, and it will lead them nowhere. What's important is to abandon oneself to the thoughts and ideas of the man who conceived the music. To learn the literature is only the beginning. A pianist's true personality will emerge only when he has made deep contact with the composer. Only when the composer possesses the pianist can one think about making music. ”
How has Michelangeli achieved the tone and quality of his own playing?
“As a boy, I heard very great pianists perform, and they made an impression on me. But I've forgotten them all. I recall them occasionally, as in a dream. But very early on, I stopped listening to other pianists. I withdrew into myself and began studying on my own. To begin with, I did not like the piano at all. found it far too percussive. And so, studied the organ and the violin. Out of these studies, I found my own way of playing the piano. I discovered that the sounds made by the organ and the violin could be translated into pianistic terms. If you speak of my tone, then you must think not of the piano but of a combination of the violin and the organ. ”
Asked to comment on his refusal to play in Italy, Michelangeli grew visibly tense.
“It bores me to play in Italy. Of course, I've played there in the past, and I'm often asked to play there. But doesn't interest me in the least. I've not played in Italy for 10 years, and I need not tell you why. ”
[But in the mid 1960s an unfortunate incident with a former student nearly led to bankruptcy; a messy lawsuit ensued over a failed partnership and a disputed recording contract. The Italian courts, ignoring his cultural status, confiscated his home and property.]
Turning once more to his own playing, Michelangeli claimed that performing before audiences held no special magic for him.
“I do not play for others‐only for myself and in the service of the composer. It makes no difference to me whether there's an audience or not. When I sit at the keyboard, I am lost. And I think of what I play, and of the sound that comes forth, which is a product of the mind. Today's young musicians are afraid to think. They do everything in order not to think. Animals are better off. At least they possess instinct. Man has lost his instincts‐he has lost contact with himself. Before an artist can communicate anything, he must first face himself. He must know who he is. Only then can he prepare to make music!” ■