[A note from your Tatler: Illness and competing interests have kept this blogger away from his cell phone keypad (yes, that is what all this nonsense has been written on for years). Recovery, finding more time, and the urgings of loyal readers, has encouraged me to take another crack at it. To ease my way back, this posting shall have nothing to do with religion or politics, but even when those subjects return (be assured, they will), there will be occasional pieces on a subject dear to this blogger, music–real music that is, not the ear-shattering popular stuff that has virtually supplanted beauty in that art].

Sir Clifford Curzon, 1907-1982
One of the great pianists, who nevertheless is unknown to a surprisingly large number of serious music lovers, was Sir Clifford Curzon (1907-82). I discovered him years ago, when doing battle with the Liszt Sonata (a battle decisively lost). I wanted to hear how a real pianist played the work and my favorite record store in Boston had only one recording of it, Curzon’s, which was the first time I had ever heard of him. After listening to only a few minutes of Sir Clifford playing that monster opus, I was bowled over, not only by the pianist’s artistry playing a work that can sound like exhibitionist trash to those lacking it, but also his staggering technique, equal or greater than many other well-known pianists, who perhaps, owing to Curzon’s unassuming appearance and manner, overshadowed him.
A life long Decca artist, the company has re-released and remastered Curzon’s complete recordings, including some never released because, owing to the artist’s severe self-judgement, declined to approve them. Decca was wise after Curzon’s death to go ahead and release them anyway. Whatever the artist’s objections were, I cannot hear them, so I certainly doubt the critics can.
If you are a serious lover of the piano repertoire, give the recordings of Clifford Curzon a hearing. You will be well impressed.








