Haochen Zhang Thread

by pianoman » Thu Jan 22, 2015 10:19 pm

Born in Shanghai but studied at the Curtis institute with Gary Graffman, Haochen Zhang was awarded gold at the 2009 Cliburn Piano Competition, the youngest contestent that year. Now 24, Haochen has spent the past few years concertizing around the world and, I believe, finishing his education.

Haochen has not released any studio recordings. The only thing I was able to find was one disc of his performances from the Cliburn competition featuring Stravinsky's Petrushka Suite, Chopin's Op.28 Preludes, some Liszt and a contemporary piece. Here is a 30-minute television show from Israel where he is interviewed in English and performs Liszt's Liebestraume, the third movement of Prokofiev's Sonata No. 7 and Schumann's Traumerei (There is also a clip of a Mozart concerto from the Cliburn). This is a clip of Haochen tearing up the first movement of Prokofiev's second concerto at the Cliburn. There are several other performances available on Youtube.

Haochen seems to me to be a very intriguing but not quite fully realized prospect. What makes him intriguing is that he seems to have started in music from an unusual place--not romantic sentimentality but some kind of dry hyper-intellectualism. I pointed out the similarities with Glenn Gould in the "Surprise in Texas" thread. He has a tendancy to play literally and to bring out the percussive nature of the keyboard. But the Gould in him is not quite as pronounced or fleet as the original, and it seems to have been overlayed with its antithesis: a well-rounded, liberal, broadly-appreciative musical education. Nobody will ever say this is a bad thing, but I wonder if in this case the established norms of musical taste might have stifled what would have been a more interesting musical personality. Haochen seems to gravitate towards oblique, off-beat works safely contained within the standard piano literature such as the Petrushka Suite, Liszt's Spanish Rhapsody, Gaspard de la Nuit, or Chopin's Polonaise-Fantasie.

This is the album mentioned above. The other works he performed at the 2009 Cliburn are Beethoven's Op. 110 Sonata, Chopin's Polonaise-Fantaisie, Brahm's Variation and Fugue on a Theme by Handel Op. 24 (some 26 minutes, I don't think I've ever heard this), and Gaspard de la Nuit. As well as two concertos. The requirements for the Cliburn are insane. One day I will find copies of these other performances--or maybe just download them like the rest of society..

Haochen's Petrushka Suite is very good. It is rhythmically precise and intensely controlled. The level of control here seems to leave bare the basic absurdity of the work. Essentially devoid of sentimentality, this work plays to Haochen's inclination towards intellectual pianism, although he also has a romantic mode.

The Chopin Preludes are more mixed. This is definitely an ambitious choice for a 19-year-old pianist, especially given the range of other works Haochen prepared for the competition. I already criticized his No. 16 Presto con fuoco, which was featured in "Surprise in Texas." He seems to be trying to retain digital clarity in the right hand at the expense of expressivity, and the left hand is somewhat stiff. Others, such as the thunderous No. 22 or the tempestuous No. 8, also suffer from over-control. In some places, you get some unexpected insight, such as the detail in the left hand of No. 3 or the sparkle in the right of No. 10. But this set leaves little impression except that of competence. It is technically proficient and tastefully articulated, but sounds a little bit like maybe your favorite 5 performances of the Preludes blended by a computer algorithm, their individuality ironed into a flat, even surface. Some of this probably has to do with Haochen's youth--the Preludes contain a infinite trove of tints and shades of emotion, which no 19-year-old has had time enough to experience and identify with. I have found the same thing in some of Haochen's other perfomances: he tends to slow down and sing main lines in the exact same way to convey "emotion." Either age and experience will help him fill out and qualify what "emotion" means, or he should just stick to being a cerebral, intellectually-driven interpreter a la Gould.

The contemporary work "White Lies for Lomax" by Mason Bates (composer in residence at the Chicago Symphony Orchestra) is an upbeat jazz-inspired work with a dotted rhythm and interesting trailing repetitions in the upper register. Haochen plays it extremely well, if slightly impersonally. In the Spanish Rhapsody, you get more of the same mix of literality and well-coached taste. Individually, Haochen's performances are at a very high level. But after spending some time with him, you want him to choose a direction, to stop straddling the fence.

It will be very interesting to see how he develops.

Re: Haochen Zhang Thread

by pianoman » Tue Jan 26, 2016 7:30 pm A write-up of Haochen's performance of the Rach 3rd last year with the National Philharmonic: https://www.washingtonpost.com/entertai ... story.htmlRachmaninoff’s Third Piano Concerto, written for the composer’s first American tour in 1909, shares with the Second Concertos of Bartók and Prokofiev the dubious distinction of being the most technically challenging of the standard repertory. Many pianists come to grief attempting to articulate the exquisite poetry that lies concealed beneath Rachmaninoff’s incessant, almost impenetrable barrage of notes. Haochen Zhang is not one of them. His performance was not entirely perfect. There were times, when the orchestra had the lead, you wished he would simply accompany, rather than pointing up interesting supporting harmonies and figurations. That said, Zhang, at 24, has all the qualities of a great Rachmaninoff interpreter. He can execute warp-speed passages in a whisper, release great surges of energy, command a stentorian sound when things get heroic and, above all, spin out a golden singing line with aristocratic restraint. Zhang’s demeanor at the instrument is poised, relaxed, almost serene. Then, when you least expect it, as in the first-movement cadenza, it’s as though the mouth of hell has opened up, flames leap from the piano strings and the odor of sulfur fills the air. Zhang’s dazzling playing is without gimmick or ostentation. His imagination is what keeps you on the edge of your seat and breathless to hear what comes next. Pianist, conductor and orchestra achieved a rare hand-in-glove sense of ensemble. The instantaneous, vocal standing ovation was as inevitable as it was deserved.

Re: Haochen Zhang Thread

by pianoman » Sun Jul 10, 2016 1:14 pm

A glowing and somewhat impressionistic review of a Haochen recital in Boston: http://www.classical-scene.com/2016/05/ ... ng-jordan/

MAY 16, 2016

The Rapt Textures of Haochen Zhang

by David Moran

Imagine a completely conventional-looking piano recital program (Chopin, Schubert, Prokofiev), one where you know every piece well, maybe had even had a fling with one or two of the less-difficult ones—and yet from the opening notes the presentation sounded so probing and nuanced, the voicing so originally textured and sometimes unexpectedly deemphatic, the thoughtfulness so arresting, that you were seemingly hearing the works for the first time.

Haochen Zhang, a Shanghai-born Curtis-educated pianist, appeared Saturday evening at Jordan Hall in the Foundation for Chinese Performing Arts series. Twenty-six years old in a couple of weeks, he has studied with Gary Graffman and Andreas Haefliger. His dramatically sequenced program comprised Chopin Mazurkas, Schubert Impromptus, Chopin Sonata 2, and finally Prokofiev Sonata 7. (Why the Mazurkas aren’t presented more, and as openers, is hard to understand.)

It was the damndest experience. Zhang plays with poise and aplomb, yet always peering, listening to each line’s levels and inflections, calmly adjusting. That might make his work sound forced or labored or overthought, but his artistry actually has none such, flowing naturally almost always.

The Mazurka in A Minor Opus 17 no. 4, with its indirect, backing-in beginning, floated over an unsure beat (unsure in the good sense), washed in a haze weirdly presaging Debussy: an extraordinary start and a partial tipoff to what lay ahead. The chords in Opus 24 no. 2, in C Major, could maybe have stood a pinch of militarism. A seatmate asked if Opus 59 no. 3 was macho enough, but I was in my own daze from the preceding no. 2, trying to figure out exactly what was so enthralling.

While Schubert’s four D935 Impromptus are not everywhere wistful, Zhang was hypnotic throughout, permuting the phrases that we morosely half-heard just a moment ago, or long ago. Of the first Impromptu, the F Minor, Schumann wrote that it was “conceived in an hour of suffering as though meditating on the past.” Heck, that applies to half of all Schubert. John Daverio more recently speaks of the “unmistakable imprint of pastness … uncanny … imbued with the quality of reminiscence.” The second and third Impromptus may have been simply too beautiful, filling Jordan Hall with a rare, almost distracting gorgeousness. Some complaint, huh. But in the A-Flat Major, brusqueness offered relief, and in the B-Flat Major drama arose amid the prancing. The last of the set, same key as the first, showed banging energy yet was still largely melody-free, even as it ended with vehemence.

The Chopin and Prokofiev sonatas similarly were intense, focused, distilled. Zhang’s righthand throughout the Chopin may have been the quietest I’ve ever heard. The Grave—Doubletime rose and fell in waves, the Scherzo cohered disconcertingly, the Funeral March sang, and the Finale’s graveyard wind blew in a flurry of light anxiety.

The Prokofiev Sonata No. 7’s Allegro Inquieto seemed to pay clearer attention to the notes than we had consistently heard from the pianist. The Andante Caloroso sang with deep warmth. The famously precipitous closing toccata was almost too fast, perhaps the most immense reading ever, splintering the air and kicking Stalin’s bones from afar. I am sure the hall needed overnight to calm down. One was surprised to see Zhang able to button his coat as he bowed to roars.

A reporter should note drawbacks. Sometimes a given piece simply has to show more profile. A few times Zhang did not eschew melody so much as bury it deliberately, at least from where I sat. There were excess pedal and, twice or thrice, rubato. Also a little rushing and slowdown: it was never the emergency rubato followed by automatic catchup that weaker pianists require, not with Zhang’s jawdropping technique, just from being in a bit of hurry at that spot.

Nevertheless. If you’re a Rembrandt viewer who revels in also examining the details within his browns and the shades of black, beside the creamy lighting of main points, do not fail to hear Hoachen Zhang next time. To judge from the penetrating local reviews six years ago by Caldwell Titcomb and Matthew Guerrieri and the 2009 Van Cliburn competition CD the year before, Zhang has been formulating for some time his interested-in-all-lines approach. I pondered things I’ve never cared to ponder before with a young pianist, such as, “What will the next six decades or so hold for him interpretatively?” On Saturday night, all of his artistry sounded somehow better, more engrossing and less didactic, than the similar nifty equal voicing and inner-line exposures from Russell Sherman long ago and then (say) Andrew Rangell the decade after. Their spotlighting pointed from a penlight: check out this subtle canon you never heard before. I like that sort of thing plenty, but Zhang’s was more thorough and hence more interesting.

The first encore was pure Cirque du Soleil—Arcadi Volodos’s Turkish March (Mozart) transcription. His hands a blur, Zhang played it altogether as well as and a bit faster than Volodos, and, for those keeping score, notably better than either Lang Lang and Yuja Wang. (Shots fired! )By the end (talk about splintering) it was not unlike the Donald-Daffy Liszt duel in Roger Rabbit, and thus should become a competition mandatory, I say. The second encore was the profoundly aching Brahms Intermezzo Opus 18 no. 2 in a rendition that, for my mood, was just too perfect and pretty, after all that had gone before.

I usually try and mooch from savvy colleagues. One present who is a real pianist described the arc of the evening:

Lightyears from the oh-so-tender rendering of Chopin’s Op. 17 no. 4 Mazurka that opened the program, Zhang’s assault on the Prokofiev Seventh Sonata was sharp, brutal, warlike—desolate yet still lyrical. We were already pretty much blown away by the power and tonal richness of the Chopin B-Flat Minor Sonata that preceded it, but Zhang’s weaponry in the Prokofiev leaped forward a century. There was more elasticity in the first two movements than previously on record (plasticity being a 20th-century invention, no?). The breakneck speed of the vicious but giddy finale was a risk that paid off. We were battered but not bruised. The slow movement was too elastic and would have had more force if it had been in stricter tempo. Rubato diminished power. And the tempo of the Finale was just too fast for him to control the very end, where he had to overpedal. But then who could possibly play it that fast with the articulation required. These are such minor criticisms. I loved the wildness of the last Schubert Impromptu. In Brahms’s Op. 118 no. 2 Intermezzo encore, there he kept such a classic tempo, no rubato. That was a good lesson for me: just right, especially after that program. Bravo!

Anyway, if you are the sort of consumer who tracks the most promising under-30 superhuman keyboard entrants, now include Zhang’s name alongside Albright, Buniatishvili, de la Salle, Grosvenor, Kholodenko, Levit, Li, Lisiecki, Trifonov, Tao, Wang, plus all those I’m unaware of. I will want to hear Haochen Zhang playing anything.

Re: Haochen Zhang Thread

by pianoman » Sun Jul 02, 2017 6:35 pm

Zhang’s first official release is a carefully curated and exquisitely played bouquet of safe to middle-safe Germano-Hungarianish Romanticism on the Swedish label BIS. As I suspected from listening to his Cliburn performances in ’09, his style of playing translates very well to the recorded medium. He is a very patient and cerebral performer who seems to conceive of the sound of the piano at the level of the microphone as opposed to that of the concert hall.

Regarding repertoire, Zhang has always tended to look under stones in the garden of the standard repertoire, and this album is no different. Except for Kinderszenen, none of the works are at the top of the playlist for their respective composers, although all of the composers are familiar names. The heart of this album is the Liszt Ballade and the Janacek Sonata. Ballade No. 2 begins with an almost purely atmospheric chromatic sine-wave motif that gradually gives way to the somber and stately subject introduced above it, contrasted with a syncopated and spritely B section. Roughly eleven minutes in the path clears and the subject emerges bathed in grandiosity and free of the turbidity and hesitance of its development—a classic setup and delivery. The Janacek is surprisingly forward-looking, with a cosmopolitan first movement and a second movement titled “Smrt” (death) that presages the de facto monophony of much later 20th century and contemporary music. The Kinderszenen is clean, responsive and sympathetic. Zhang tends to be more interesting in the faster selections than in the better-known slower ones, but the overall reading is solid. Of the works on this album, the Brahms Intermezzi are the only ones that seem interpretively underdeveloped. They fit the theme of the album well, but the performances sound flat on their own.

To judge by the liner notes, the theme of this album is “introspection.” The notes are littered with allusions to it—intimacy, reflective, introspection, inward-looking, introverted, inner emotions, meditative, retrospection. Whoever’s idea this was, the music on this album can more accurately be described as “introverted,” not necessarily introspective. For me, introspection is the self-searching that comes as a result of experience, of the trial and suffering of life. The quality that Zhang is referring to here is constitutional, aloof, untested. This is also the album’s greatest weakness: it looks inward without having something to look at. It is competent, tasteful playing, but in the end the listener is left where he began—with notes on a page.

Re: Haochen Zhang Thread

by pianoman » Thu Sep 24, 2020 10:21 pm

Prokofiev's Concerto No. 2 seems to have really caught on in Asia, with both Yundi Li and Yuja Wang having issued recordings of the difficult work. Up to fairly recently, if a pianist was going to record a Prokofiev concerto, it was almost always No. 3, which remains his most idiomatically original concerto. No. 2 is much more of a traditional showcase, however, with the first movement containing what is probably one of the most shocking solo cadenzas in the piano literature. I have a feeling it is that cadenza that drives the majority of the interest in this piece.

Zhang's reading is not bad, but I've been waiting for decades for an Asian pianist to let go of everything he has been taught by the classical music establishment about how piano should be played and just play the way he wants to play, and this is not it. There is an iconoclast somewhere in Haochen Zhang, but it is being smothered by an overabundance of deference to tradition and to teachers and other industry players, however well-intentioned. The problem with Zhang is that his natural inclinations, based on his early YouTube videos and competition performances, are the complete opposite of the received, "tasteful" legato style of playing that is taught in conservatories. Zhang began his career with a direct, literal, percussive style that would be perfectly suited to the Prok Second, but for some reason he can't free himself from his instruction, even when it is warranted. This concerto, summed up in a single sentence, is about humans becoming robots or robots becoming human (one or the other). Zhang overcompensates and ends up with too much human and too little robot, which means much of the irony of the piece is lost.

The Tchiakovsky is a spirited rendition of the overplayed work, taken at a slightly faster tempo than usual. Zhang maintains a forced accent in the rhythmic dance figure in the third movement that would probably seem off-putting to most listeners. Otherwise, Zhang's determination to light this one on fire gives it a certain charm, especially if you are sick of hearing it played.