Bravo Khatia tu est vraiment superbe.De la classe,de la simplicité, un français parfait,une beauté sans sophistication....Tout pour plaire.J’achète les albums, très bien, rien à dire!.....♥️
Pourquoi n'avez vous pas enregistré le concerto pour piano de Robert Schumann dans lequel vous êtes prodigieuse de musicalité dans votre interprétation .?
THE TELEGRAPH 05.06.2014 By Ivan Hewett Comment Tales abound of the heroic pianists of old, who beat pianos into submission, and broke strings without even raising a forearm. Young Georgian pianist Khatia Buniatishvili clearly wants to join that company. True, I didn’t actually see any keys flying or hear any strings snap. But by the end of the Three Dances from Stravinsky’s Petrouchka, one or two notes had acquired that worrying out-of-tune rasp that shows a piano is wilting under the strain. Buniatishvili’s blistering power went hand-in-hand with an astonishing steely-wristed technique, which was a boon in the Stravinsky, and in the mad dance of Ravel’s La Valse, and in Chopin’s B flat minor Scherzo. Under her hands these pieces took on a crazed, tumultuous quality. At the opposite pole was the spectral calm of Le Gibet, Ravel’s evocation of a corpse swinging from a gallows. I’ve never heard this piece played with such a threadbare sound, and at such a slow pace. In between came three Intermezzi by Brahms, which were so quiet and thin in sound it seemed as if they’d died and returned as ghosts. This was all very striking. But where was the musical sense in it all? When everything is pushed to extremes, all we’re left with is a series of shocks to the nervous system, which very soon wear off. I never thought the beginning of Chopin’s heroic and tragic Scherzo could sound trivial, but Buniatishvili somehow managed it. The piece began fast and then accelerated, skidding to a halt at the first cadence with cartoonish suddenness. Buniatishvili’s problem is that she gets intoxicated by her own virtuosity, and musical judgment goes out of the window. This isn’t to say an effect of intoxication isn’t appropriate at times. In fact in Ravel’s La Valse a sense of encroaching delirium is the essence of the piece. But we have to feel delirium pushing against a firm underlying waltz tempo, and in Buniatishvili’s performance that dance pulse barely registered. It was crazed from the start. All this exaggeration was sorely disappointing, because here and there moments of real sensitivity emerged. The delicacy of the very first piece, Ravel’s Ondine, promised something special. In Brahms’s deeply nostalgic B flat minor Intermezzo her sound took on a lovely entangled, cobwebby quality, clear and hazy all at once. But to really savour these little nuances one needs a basic trust in the performer. That, I’d long since lost.
Pauvre Khatia qui a dû rester là tout ce temps. Cette émission était super ennuyeuse! Elle a été si généreuse là qu'elle mérite de vendre des millions d'exemplaires de son exceptionnel CD ''Rachmaninov''... 🎼 🎹 🎶
Vraiment, quand on est virtuose comme elle, on devrait s'abstenir de venir sur des plateaux radio ou télé lorsque le niveau est à ce point au ras des pâquerettes. Khatia fait sa pub, mais en a-t-elle besoin à présent en 2019 ? Je me suis permis de le faire remarquer sur son site.
Bravo Khatia tu est vraiment superbe.De la classe,de la simplicité, un français parfait,une beauté sans sophistication....Tout pour plaire.J’achète les albums, très bien, rien à dire!.....♥️
Pauvre Kathia, si merveilleuse et exceptionnelle, au milieu de tous ces abrutis...
:D
Bravo Georgian pianists! Bravo Khatia!
Pourquoi n'avez vous pas enregistré le concerto pour piano de Robert Schumann dans lequel vous êtes prodigieuse de musicalité dans votre interprétation .?
apparemment , elle s amuse bien , faut bien qu elle fasse sa pub, bravo khatia , et merçi pour ta musique,
THE TELEGRAPH 05.06.2014 By Ivan Hewett
Comment Tales abound of the heroic pianists of old, who beat
pianos into submission, and broke strings without even raising a
forearm. Young Georgian pianist Khatia Buniatishvili clearly wants to
join that company. True, I didn’t actually see any keys flying or hear
any strings snap. But by the end of the Three Dances from Stravinsky’s
Petrouchka, one or two notes had acquired that worrying out-of-tune rasp
that shows a piano is wilting under the strain. Buniatishvili’s
blistering power went hand-in-hand with an astonishing steely-wristed
technique, which was a boon in the Stravinsky, and in the mad dance of
Ravel’s La Valse, and in Chopin’s B flat minor Scherzo. Under her hands
these pieces took on a crazed, tumultuous quality. At the opposite pole
was the spectral calm of Le Gibet, Ravel’s evocation of a corpse
swinging from a gallows. I’ve never heard this piece played with such a
threadbare sound, and at such a slow pace. In between came three
Intermezzi by Brahms, which were so quiet and thin in sound it seemed as
if they’d died and returned as ghosts. This was all very striking. But
where was the musical sense in it all? When everything is pushed to
extremes, all we’re left with is a series of shocks to the nervous
system, which very soon wear off. I never thought the beginning of
Chopin’s heroic and tragic Scherzo could sound trivial, but
Buniatishvili somehow managed it. The piece began fast and then
accelerated, skidding to a halt at the first cadence with cartoonish
suddenness. Buniatishvili’s problem is that she gets intoxicated by her
own virtuosity, and musical judgment goes out of the window. This isn’t
to say an effect of intoxication isn’t appropriate at times. In fact in
Ravel’s La Valse a sense of encroaching delirium is the essence of the
piece. But we have to feel delirium pushing against a firm underlying
waltz tempo, and in Buniatishvili’s performance that dance pulse barely
registered. It was crazed from the start. All this exaggeration was
sorely disappointing, because here and there moments of real sensitivity
emerged. The delicacy of the very first piece, Ravel’s Ondine, promised
something special. In Brahms’s deeply nostalgic B flat minor Intermezzo
her sound took on a lovely entangled, cobwebby quality, clear and hazy
all at once. But to really savour these little nuances one needs a basic
trust in the performer. That, I’d long since lost.
Pardon us but you lost reality boy) the train has gone...but you are still on the old railstation...pardon me but we have pity on you, boy..
And yet she plays with excellent orchestras and the best conductors to sold out houses. “No one every built a monument to a critic.” Sibelius
Guessing that Khatia likes France and the French.
Indeed she does for having withstood this so poor one hour TV session...
She lives in Paris
Pauvre Khatia qui a dû rester là tout ce temps.
Cette émission était super ennuyeuse!
Elle a été si généreuse là qu'elle mérite de vendre des millions d'exemplaires de son exceptionnel CD ''Rachmaninov''... 🎼 🎹 🎶
Vraiment, quand on est virtuose comme elle, on devrait s'abstenir de venir sur des plateaux radio ou télé lorsque le niveau est à ce point au ras des pâquerettes.
Khatia fait sa pub, mais en a-t-elle besoin à présent en 2019 ?
Je me suis permis de le faire remarquer sur son site.