Piano music by Federico Mompou - Stephen Hough
APE (EAC) & CUE | Covers | DDD | 76'48 | 184 MB | RS
Gramophone Award Winner / Penguin Guide Rosette
Recorded in St. George's, Brandon Hill, Bristol, 22, 23 July 1996
"Fasciniating, hypnotic, mystical. Commended." - BBC Music Magazine
"A real treat… utterly compelling playing with a recording to match." - Gramophone
"A bell is not so much a metal dome, ringing with vibration, but rather every bell ever rung - wedding, funeral, sanctuary, or cow - with all their smiles and tears. (…) Bells are one of the principal 'presences' in Mompou (his grandfather had a bell foundry)(…)'' - Stephen Hough
Federico Mompou (1893 - 1987) was born in Barcelona, studied and lived in Paris, but would spent most of his life quietly in his hometown. At one time he had the opportunity to study under Fauré, whom he greatly admired, but his legendary shyness prevented it.
''The music of Federico Mompou is the music of evaporation. The printed page seems to have faded, as if the bar lines, time signatures, key signatures, and even the notes themselves have disappeared over a timeless number of years. There is no development of material, little counterpoint, no drama nor climaxes to speak of; and this simplicity of expression - elusive, evasive and shy - is strangely disarming. There is nowhere for the sophisticated to hide with Mompou. We are in a glasshouse, and the resulting transparency is unnerving, for it creates a reflection in which our face and soul can be seen.'' -Stephen Hough
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"Fasciniating, hypnotic, mystical. Commended." - BBC Music Magazine
"A real treat… utterly compelling playing with a recording to match." - Gramophone
Federico Mompou (1893 - 1987) was born in Barcelona, studied and lived in Paris, but would spent most of his life quietly in his hometown. At one time he had the opportunity to study under Fauré, whom he greatly admired, but his legendary shyness prevented it.
''The music of Federico Mompou is the music of evaporation. The printed page seems to have faded, as if the bar lines, time signatures, key signatures, and even the notes themselves have disappeared over a timeless number of years. There is no development of material, little counterpoint, no drama nor climaxes to speak of; and this simplicity of expression - elusive, evasive and shy - is strangely disarming. There is nowhere for the sophisticated to hide with Mompou. We are in a glasshouse, and the resulting transparency is unnerving, for it creates a reflection in which our face and soul can be seen.'' -Stephen Hough
Contents: (click to enlarge)
Download:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3