“For me music
represents a means of getting in touch with the absolute, to attain what I
would term approaching to the Whole”.
Sergey Belimov
Sergey Belimov (1950)
6 concertos for soloists and orchestra
1 “Of Water
Alive and Dead” (1987) 7’43
Yu. Rimas oboe, USSR Ministry of
Culture Symphony Orchestra, G. Rozhdestvensky
conductor
2 “El
jardin de senderos que se bifurcan“ (J. L. Borges) [The
Garden of diverging paths] (1991) 11’44
R. Fabbriciani flute, St. Petersburg
Chamber Orchestra, R. Martynov conductor
3 Concerto for
cello and strings orchestra (2000) 12’05
J. P. Dessy cello, Orchestre
royal de Wallonie, J. P. Dessy conductor
4 “Multicordes”
for cordepiano solo and an orchestra of 31 cordepianos
(2003) 12’42
E. Merx, S. Belimov cordepiano
and tape
5 “Fyodor
Dostoevsky. Âñÿêàÿ ìóõà — òàéíà“ [Every
fly is a mystery] (2004) 15’10
G. Boukoff reciter, St.
Petersburg Philarmonic Brass Quintet, F. Lednyov conductor, tape
6 “Chant
sépulcral” à la mémoire de ma mère Eugénia
Loukhina (2003) 13’55
D. Kientzy saxophones,
Romanian Radio Chamber Orchestra, L.
Bács conductor
Performers:
Juozas Rimas
Gennady
Rozhdestvensky
Roberto Fabbriciani
Ravil Martynov
Jean-Paul Dessy
Elizabeth Merx
Georges
Boukoff
Fyodor Lednyov
Daniel Kientzy
Ludovic Bács
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WHY CORDEPIANO?
The piano is the computer of the 18th century. This instrument
is perfect. It is a too well-tempered
clavier.
Attempts to decomputerize the piano were already made in the
20th century. In the 40’s Henry Cowell and John Cage began to
“prepare” it, artificially modifying the instrument’s timbre. Yet even after
Cage’s “revolution” the piano kept its percussionist nature of producing sounds
and the discontinuity of the sound scale.
Some years ago
composer Sergey Belimov discovered special techniques which extend the piano’s
timbre scope, allow to go beyond the barrier of uniform temperation, choose for
each sound an individual type of attack and release and produce microintervals,
flageolets and multiphonics without any additional electronic equipment.
The discovery of
these techniques inspired Sergey Belimov and Elizabeth
Merx to form the Cordepiano duet.
"In Belimov's music we have heard a real
philosophy of sound. Belimov sets his performers a hard task, and musicians are
often embarassed when having to produce his raw sounds. He goes to the length
of transcribing the process of waking in his scores, by means of imperceptible
modulations around the initial sound".
Xavier Flament, “Le soir” Bruxelles, 27-28 mai 2000
Sergey
Belimov
When I was born in 1950, Schoenberg, Prokofyev, Honegger and Ives were
still active, and Iannis Xenakis, Karlheinz Stockhausen and Sergei Slonimsky
were beginning to study composition in conservatoires in Paris, Cologne and
Leningrad respectively; John Cage had already invented prepared piano, but had
not yet written his concerto for prepared piano and strings, so that the great Giacinto Scelsi could by no means have
heard it and continued to play the same note on the piano for hours on end,
listening attentively to fading resonances, and on Sundays a gamelan orchestra
was playing in Denpasar on Bali.
Noise, music and silence
alternated in my life from 1950 till now in 2005 when I am writing this.
Gradually the noise has been increasing, and the silence getting less.
Fortunately the music is still there. I have had the chance to listen to Scelsi’s music and the songs of South
Kazakh shamans, kemancha music in Azerbaidzhan and duduk music in Armenia,
vedas being recited in India, muezzins’ cries in Egypt and Tunis, to talk with
Avet Terteryan and John Cage and on a Sunday to play in a gamelan orchestra on
Bali.
In the intervals between listening, talking
and playing I managed sometimes to penetrate into silence and then to record
what I had heard there. At times I could catch just the basic cell out of which
all the rest would grow: I heard the oboe concerto in Repino in the winter
1987, the flute concerto in the deafening noise of Sadovoye Koltso in Moscow in
1990, the cello concerto in 2000 near my house, close by the Bois de Vincennes,
the saxophone concerto in 2002 on the Pont Neuf in Paris, and “Every fly is a
mystery” in our friends’ kitchen in Florence in 2004. I do not know exactly
when and where I first heard “Multicordes” — maybe a couple of months
before my birth and maybe towards the end of the 80’s, but then it made no
sense to “create” this work because the instrument did not exist at the time.
And the conventional piano, even prepared in Cage’s manner, still could not
produce a continuous sound, play microintervals and change its timbre. Hence I
had to invent. It is a pity that I did that only in 1996, after Scelsi had died. I think he would have
been happy about it.
The meaning of the term concerto
in Latin is not only competition, as the 18th century
classics taught us, but unity, agreement, consensus, and in music it means harmony,
holistic unity of everything. In the concertos recorded on
this CD (although the solo parts in them were composed for such highly skilled
musicians as Juozas Rimas (oboe), Roberto Fabricciani (flute), Jean-Paul Dessy
(cello), Daniel Kientzy (the only one to play all the 7 kinds of saxophone),
the actor Georges Boukoff, the world’s first cordepiano player Elizabeth Merx),
the thing that matters most is not a virtuosity competition between these
musicians and the conductors Gennady Rozhdestvensky, Ravil Martynov or Fyodor
Lednyov. The spirit of this music, as
it seems to me, is altogether different, and this is how one should listen to
it: 1.
Insert the disc into your CD player, 2.
Swith off the light. Settle snugly in an armchair or
on a sofa. 3.
Before listening, try to concentrate on the
surrounding silence (I hope such a thing is still possible). 4.
Press the button of the remote. Music will come into
existence. 5.
Do not listen to it. All you need is to listen a
little to yourself. It is not recommended to
listen to this CD a)
in a car, b)
in a train, c)
near oil drills in operation, d)
if children younger than three are around (this does
not apply to cats and dogs: they can listen). Since he was born three years
before Stalin-Dzhugashvili’s death, in an era of unbounded optimism, the author
is so naive as to believe that at the moment when you will listen to this CD
(and particularly if this happens on a Sunday), a gamelan orchestra will still
be playing in Denpasar on Bali.