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Happy Hour with Marcos Madrigal 5 star review
Happy Hour …con Marcos Madrigal What a wonderful surprise to see Bill Newman’s magnificent review reported in pride of place at Marcos Madrigal`s recital in Rome today
It was in fact the last review that he wrote for the recital in London for the Keyboard Charitable Trust.Much and unduly underrated in his final years he was a
figure of the stature of Walter Legge in the pioneering early days of LP recording.
It gives me enormous pleasure to cite it as I find it today:
“Ci ha regalato una serata costellata da interpretazioni assolutamente magnifiche, gestendo il repertorio come un grande maestro con una varieta’ di tocco straordinario.Un concerto fuori da questo mondo”.
And that was Beethoven op 101 and SchumannGesange des Fruhes ending as indeed he did today with his compatriot Lecuona Malaguena.
I well remember him playing Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini in our complete Rachmaninov last year with the Orchestra Marchegiana under the inspired baton of Federico Mondelci.
Such was the ovation he had to play six encores, egged on not only by an enthusiastic public but also by the orchestral players who could not believe his superhuman control of sound and colour in the most intricate syncopated rhythms of his compatriots music.
And so it was tonight a programme dedicated to Latin American Piano Music of Lecuona,Saumell,Cervantes,Moliero,Ginastera,Gavilan,Vittier, Ponce under the title Happy Hour.
It certainly was that.
Colour,balance,fantastic coordination in the most complicated syncopated rhythms reminiscent of now Jorge Bolet and now Art Tatum.
A fantastic display of transcendental piano playing by someone who is a real master.
Ornaments played with the crisp clarity of castanets and the most beautiful yearning cantabile in the nostalgic slow works as in Danza de la Mosa Donosa by Ginastera and leading to his famous Gaucho Matrero which literally took ones breath away.
A standing ovation and a little smile from me to know how invariably right our dearly missed Bill Newman was yet again.
Pouring cats and dogs in Rome but who cares when you come out of such a wonderful concert clicking your heels and stamping your feet. It certainly does not happen every day but then there is only one Marcos Madrigal as Bill so enlightendly pointed out before his departure to a better world