Winters plays Beethoven sonata opus 22 on the clavichord.
Wim Winters plays L.v. Beethoven’s sonata opus 22 in B flat (ca 1800) (scroll down for more)
“One thing I haven’t told you, is that after the recording of the Pathétique, I got an extensive email. The name of the sender was rather crypted and became only clear at the end, but the avatar was really beautiful. I cannot show it, since it seems to be impossible to copy and it’s beauty is impossible to describe…
I replied to this highly interesting mail, and can now share with you the content of this first one. Many topics to think about… here it is:”
My dear Wim,
Don’t look so surprised to get an email from me! Evolution here is slow but steady, so since a few months, we all have fast internet connections here, and man, man, man, is that something…! Actually, we are not allowed to make contact, but since it is that stupid French consul that is in charge of the main server, you know, the same little piece of sh… to which I refused to play for on request of that evenly stupid piece of Graf von…) O whatever, anyway, since he is as stupid as he looks, Wolfgang (who is so much better in this electrical issues, he really enjoys it), switched one Ethernet cable, and so here I am, a direct line to you down there, and not even a red one!
Boy, what is that a real pleasure to use: Internet! First thing I did, was looking up all my scores. That was a painful thing, since so many editions are worthless. What did they all add to them??! O, I can understand why, since even I am not able any more to read my own manuscript. And then I read some biography’s. Well, about that, … no let just say nothing. Or yes, just one thing: why in hell (O, pardon me) am I described as a stupid fool that always was angry and unfriendly with no manners at all? Have you seen the way I was painted in the 19th century?? That hair?? That anger??!!! O boy, it was the other way around. The world acted many times so cruel against me. I knew I was right in what I tried to do, and now I clearly see that I definitely was right. You all love my work, isn’t it? But back then… Yeah, I told Schindler that he had to write a decent necrology or a biography if he had some spare time left. I have to Google later if he did. I saw him yesterday, but he is always in a bad mood (which is strange, because you cannot imagine what a paradise it is here. We can fly, did you know that?)
So, but why did I write you actually? Oh yes, you’ve played my c-minor sonata. On a nice instrument I must say! that Potvlieghe reminds me of young Stein… O, BTW, lately, I was chatting with Wolfgang and Joseph -we are good friends, you see-, that it was stupid to let the clavichord go in the course of our careers. Actually, mine career. If you can call THAT a career… They’ve played the clavichord until their last day. The other days, Bach came along -could you only hear him once on his new Silbermann clavichord…- and we kept silent for a moment. He is always thinking on something, with his mind somewhere else, seeing nothing or anybody, and the three of us are for many decades looking in vain for the courage to ask him the privilege of taking some lessons. Wolfgang once was close to ask, but Bach instantly replied, that he had nothing to offer to a skilled and talented composer as he was. A compliment! From Bach!! There is a complete floor for him, only for his instruments that Silbermann constantly builds for him. Many clavichords BTW, and very very nice ones. We once could pay a visit.
O, we don’t have anything to complain about. Wolfgang has its own places, I can hardly say how big and how much, measures don’t count here, as doesn’t time. That makes it hard to write music, but we’ve found ways to overcome this problem. You should hear his latest sonata… but attachments are not possible to send…
So, your performance, that’s what I wanted to talk about, but there is no time left for the moment, so just one question: why are you smiling before you start to play this piece? I was wondering, since this is, as you point out actually, one of my most dramatic pieces. O, you see, I have much to learn about your modern times! Let’s stay in contact (if that stupid piece of… you know… doesn’t cut my wire. He certainly would if he knew, more than two centuries is not enough for Mister Nothing to forget about that one moment (and how much is that one fact spread out in my biography’s…) I meant what I said back then: that piece of nobility was born as he was, but I became Beethoven.
I have to go, dinner is served.