Scriabin as Pianist
Several contemporaries of Scriabin have left us their
accounts of his playing, but the most vivid and
informative of these is Leonid Sabaneev's memoir. In
close contact with Scriabin over a period of five
years, Sabaneev recorded his impressions of the
composer in detail and even reproduced conversations
at length. The memoir displays the deep admiration
needed to motivate such an enterprise, but the
author was also capable of standing back to take a
cooler critical view, yielding a source that is both
rich and persuasive. Scriabin enchants him almost
against his will, and Sabaneev often exposes the
tension between the pianist as heard by his coterie
and the pianist as he actually played.
Sabaneev first heard Scriabin play at his famous
concert of 21 February 1909 at the Moscow
Conservatoire Grand Hall. Scriabin performed his
Fifth Sonata between two huge symphonic works, his
Third Symphony (The Divine
Poem) and his Poem
of Ecstasy. The size of the hall and the
contrast with the powerful orchestral sound worked
against the pianist: his ‘nervously-refined’ tone
failed to carry or communicate. The sonata ‘caused
only perplexity’, and the audience was uncertain
whether the piece had ended or if the performer was
overcome by some unknown problem. This is
corroborated Anatoly Drozdov's memoir, where the
performance was ‘confused and unconvincing’.
Sabaneev also gives us his first impressions of
Scriabin playing in a private setting, which is again a
mixture of enthusiasm and critical detachment. At
first, he was sceptical: Scriabin's eyes, he tells
us, were half-closed, and he seemed to be directing
his gaze at some distant space. Sabaneev could not
help but think that this was just a sentimental,
effeminate pose. The music that evening was a series
of extracts from the as-yet-unfinished orchestral
work, Prometheus. At
one point, he realised his playing lacked sufficient
power for the bold orchestral sound he wanted, and
to convey his intentions, he suddenly rose a few
inches from the piano stool. But Sabaneev was soon
won over. The music, he explains, was wildly new,
and the performance mannerisms seemed to enhance
these ‘convulsions of sound’.
Sabaneev describes another concert, in an unidentified
large hall, where Scriabin's playing was ultimately
enchanting. But there were many obstacles placed in
the listener's way. Before he had even begun to
play, there was Scriabin's lack of stage presence
and his nervous demeanour.