Election in Alberta and few facts

Elections in Alberta are always a bit dramatic (like in Quebec and in Ontario). And always (except the ones in Ontario – they are mostly interested only in themselves, almost as if Canada was part of Ontario’s Confederation, not the other way around) evolve close to the argument ‘us versus them’ – meaning the only and always discriminated against Alberta (or Quebec) contra the rest of Canada, especially the awful and foreign Federal Government, the epitome of Evil, Corruption and Greed (unless it is conservative government, mind you, LOL). And a government of Trudeau (doesn’t matter which one) must be straight from Hell Eternal. From the old times of great dynasties of Getties and Logheeds (although they were the last ones that were willing to stand for Canada as a country, even before self-interest of Alberta) till today. Ralph Klein, first truly populist leader in Canada, provided some relif as a popular drunk and likable media and mayoral personality. But now we are back to a true throwback to good ol’ times: Mr. Jason Kenny, voila (pardon for French)!

As I came to settle in Alberta in the old days of beginning of 1980’s – it was already the beginning of an end to full and numerous oil drills in the foothills between Calgary and Lethbridge and toward Bassano and Medicine Head to the East. The good light oil, mind you. Not the sands. For all practical reasons the coal was just a memory of the past. But money were still plentiful. Smart premiers (the old Progressive Conservative Party) started on a small scale  diversification of the economy, but the pace was way too slow. After all, oil was still treated as God given right and God given present to the folks nested between the prairies and mighty Rocky Mountains. Hardly anyone talked or heard of climate change. Unless we talked about biblical times or the times of dinosaurs (and remembering that Drumheller and Badlands are in Alberta, we talked about dinosaurs often). The grand huge glaciers feeding three oceans were still massive and touching the edges of  Icefield Highway from Lake Louise to Jasper. When I travelled that highway in 2017, the mighty icefields were so far away from the road, I could hardly see their edge. Times have changed. But not the way Albertans think. Which brings me back to the subject of Badlands and dinosaurs …  Yes, it is true – even today you can use a hand pick and kitchen fork to find pieces of dinosaurs bones near Drumheller. Not so much live dinosaurs, though…

Moving forward 20 or 30 years. Alberta built huge oil sands fields in the north. The climate change moved as rapidly as the oil development. No, it was not and is not an engine of the Nature’s phenomena called climate. But it is a major contributor to it. It is particularly dirty and inefficient fossil fuel that requires a lot of …    yes, fuel, to make it usable and energy producing fossil. Being a land locked based province it requires extremely long pipelines to move it or very energy consuming other transport (rail, trucks). It leaves terrible and massive ecological mess of toxins and destroyed habitat in the northern Alberta. Mess that will need to be cleaned at an extremely high cost ones the oil corporations will be gone. And gone they will be. Of that there is no doubt. The huge giants, despite massive (over 3 to 4 billion dollars year by year) subsidies failed to build a single one petrochemical plant in Canada capable of producing a single drop of gasoline or usable oil from the oil sands. Therefore we are forced to sell it as a raw, cheap material. While relying on our usable oil and gasoline from US. Yes, when the oild prices were around 100 dollars a barrel – Alberta reap huge royalties and huge taxes went to federal level. But the Canadian was left with paying higher and higher prices to fill their car tanks. And now again, as the prices grow on world market – so do the prices at the pump. Did Canadians (or Albertans for that matter) receive subsidies for the high prices just as the oil producers did for their operations? Not so much.  This is not an attack on oil industry. Just some simple facts of life and costs faced by ordinary citizens not employed directly by oil companies. Also citizens of Alberta.

But this are just side costs. High but not the most important. The most important by now, by 2019, is the fore mentioned climate change and costs associated with it. And not even the tragic consequences for our children and grandchildren. No, the costs now. Factual and actual. The ones we, as taxpayers and consumers pay already in the billions.

Here is very few, the most famous ones and the ones that touched particularly Alberta itself or just across the provincial border.

This is how Calgary major street, McLeod, looked in 2013. It is not Bow River. It is a busy city street. Result of huge floods in Southern Alberta. Frequent and massive floods are part of massive and rapid climate change. Cost of the flood was conservatively estimated to be over 5 billion dollars. Dollars of Alberta’s and Canada’s taxpayers. How much more you think you paid since then for your car and home insurance? And what serious and energetic climate change plan for Alberta and for Canada is presented to voters by Jason Kenny?

But God’s (or Nature, whatever you prefer – results are the same) plaque do not come as waves of water only. They come as wave of flames, too.

In 2016 entire Canada was horrified and sprung to help Alberta as the huge, colossal flames engulfed it’s northern part. Specially around Fort McMurray. It generated the largest evacuation of entire towns to its capital, Edmonton. The largest in our national history.  The cost was  … ten (10) billion dollars.

view of Fort McMurray fires from satelite

And again – the hidden costs of higher prices for numerous services needed by Canadians for years to come. Mostly the raising insurance premiums, but not only that. What is Jason Kenny going to do to help mitigate the strength and frequency of such disasters related to climate change?

In 2017 and 2018 neighboring British Columbia suffered back to back to worst wild fires in its entire history. Combine the cost of both them will be, conservatively speaking, over another 1 billion dollars.

That’s 16-18 billion from 2013 to 2018 just for four major disasters. Not counting the tens of smaller ones. Directly related to climate change. Recent scientific major study revealed that Canada’s north is warming 2 to 3 degrees faster than the rest of the world. It is catastrophic.

Yes, we do want a healthy and responsible energy industry in Canada. And it is mainly concentrated in Alberta and Saskatchewan. We do want good employment opportunities. I would even say, that yes – we do need to be able to finally build (twin) at least that one pipeline to Burnaby (if for anything, then for easing the more dangerous and more energy consuming other ways of transporting oil sands). And since we are an oil producing nation – it would be nice to be able to sell it at fair market value instead of the scraps from Texas refineries.

But we need to start right away planning and paying for investments in industries and technologies that will replace the fossil fuel development as soon as possible. Not 10 years from now. Now. Ten years from now a quarter of the industry will be gone anyway on its own. They won’t stay just because they love Alberta workers and politicians. No. The only think they like is a dollar. Made on the market or from government (means: yours and mine) pockets.

And that’s the real problem facing Alberta in two days’ time. Not ‘socialist’ or ‘conservative’ ideologies. The truth is that Notley’s NDP is really rather far from socialism. And Kenny’s UCP is closer to bigotry and cheap tribalism than to conservatism.  And now, good night to you all. Time to go to bed.


‘Shame and Prejudice’ in Halixax Art Gallery

by Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski 
(Polish text followed by English version)

Ojcowie Konfederacji witani przez Miss Chief Eagle Testicle

Dwie wizje. Lub zderzenie dwóch rzeczywistości. Taki dodatkowy tytuł można nadać wystawie malarskiej  Shame and Prejudice  w Art Gallery of Nova Scotia w Halifaxie.

Zacznijmy od prostego skojarzenia dwóch tytułów: „Pride and Prejudice” i „Shame and Prejudice”. Dla wielu naturalnie tytuł pierwszy kojarzyć się będzie z literackim arcydziełem Jane Austen. Kto nie czytał, ten na pewno zetknął się z echami tej powieści. Lub powinien.  Prejudice jest stałym elementem obu tytułów. Oznacza zakorzeniony w tradycji osąd, znajomości i rozumienia świata wynikające z własnego doświadczenia środowiskowego. Oceny podjętej bez wysiłku obiektywnego zbadania faktów, okoliczności. Słowem opartej na micie, na wierze, legendzie, ogólnie panującej (nie)wiedzy. Lub wiedzy ‘narzuconej’ z góry, na zasadzie ‘bo tak jest i basta’.  Jak łatwo duma i uprzedzenia takiej wiedzy ulegają – łatwo się domyśleć. Ulegamy jej wszyscy. Ale czasem warto taką ‘wiedzę’ kontestować. Zastanowić się nad (użyję modnego dziś w Polsce słowa, ha ha) wartością dowodzenia prejudycjalnego. W prawie taka koncepcja jest ważna – w ocenie historii potrafi być zgubna.

Kent Monkman, potomek narodów autochtońskich zmienił ten pierwszy człon (Pride/duma) naWstyd/hańbę (Prejudice). Wstyd 150 ponad lat kolejnych pokoleń, które wiedziały, że są gorsze. Bo przecież gdyby nie byli, nie byliby tymi, którymi są, prawda? Pijakami z kiepskim, niskim wykształceniem, biedakami, prostytutkami w tanich barach, bez ładnych domów z białym płotkiem. Z mama i tatą, którzy nie potrafili być dobrymi rodzicami zmuszając tym Państwo i Kościół do wzięcia ich pod swoje opiekuńcze skrzydła wychowawcze. A i to niewiele pomogło. Mimo surowych kar, w olbrzymiej większości nie udało się ich wychować i wyuczyć na dobrych i mądrych. Kończyli, jak ich rodzice lub jeszcze gorzej, na śmietnikach i marginesach miejskich. Inaczej być widać nie mogło. Byli po prostu głupimi ‘indianami’. Wszyscy to wiedzieli, wszyscy tak mówili. Zresztą to była wiedza ogólnie dostępna, powszechna. Nie zdobyta a nabyta z ogólnie akceptowanych mitów i opowieści. Prejudycyjna, prejustice.

Tak, jak u Henryka Sienkiewicza w rozczytywanych przez pokolenia opowieściach, trylogiach ‘ku pokrzepieniu serc’. Opartych na takiej właśnie powierzchownej lub jednostronnej wiedzy historycznej, bez wysiłku obiektywnej refleksji, oceny. Pani Austen bardziej jeszcze powierzchowniej do tematu podeszła. Ale – z ukłonem wobec jej talentu obserwacyjnego – samym tematem relacji dumy i wstydu środowiskowego się zajęła.

Monkman, świetny malarz, stworzył cykl pastiszów malarskich znanych powszechnie dzieł i faktów historycznych ostatnich 150, a nawet 300 lat kraju zwanego dziś Kanadą. Namalował historię nie inną ale widzianą innymi oczami, z innej perspektywy. Wstrząsającą. Byłem od pierwszej instalacji nią porwany, zasmucony nawet wtedy, gdy zmuszała do ironicznego uśmiechu. Bo ten uśmiech musiał wypływać z głębokiego smutku. Tak,myśmy im zgotowali ten los. Nasza wielka, wspaniała cywilizacja techniczna, literacka, muzyczna, ekonomiczna, militarna, religijna. Nasza filozofia i etyka, przywiązanie do właściwego wyboru miedzy Dobrem a Złem.

Specyficznego efektu dodaje wtrącenie w malarską narrację Monka elementu erotyczno-seksualnego  jego alter ego: Monka-błazna, Monka-magika opodwójnej lub płynnej płciowości (gender-bender). Nazywa tą osobowość Miss Chief. Znowu świetna gra słów. MissChief to oczywiście feministyczny odpowiednik Mister Chief. Ale czy przypadkiem nie jest to po prostu … mischief? Psotnik, błazen. Ktoś, kto ukrywa by pokazać. Kłamie by powiedzieć prawdę.

Two visions of the same. Or a clash of two reality. This additional title can be given to the painting exhibition of Shame and Prejudice in the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia in Halifax. Let’s start with a simple association of two titles:”Pride and Prejudice” and “Shame and Prejudice”. For many the first title would associate with a literary masterpiece of Jane Austen. Who did not read it, would  surely came across echoes of this novel. Or it should have. Prejudice is a regular part of both titles. Rooted in tradition, it means judgment, knowledge and understanding of the world resulting from once own experience. The evaluation undertaken without effort to the objective examination of the facts, the circumstances. The word based on the myth, faith, legend, generally prevailing. Or ‘given ‘ from generally accepted popular knowledge, on the basis of ‘it  is this and that and that’s it ‘.  How easy it is to be proud and prejudice of such knowledge is equally easy to guess. We get it all. But it is sometimes useful to contest such ‘knowledge’.  To reflect on the value of the common wisdom.  Kent Monkman – a descendant of the indigenous Nations, changed the first part (Pride) to shame/disgrace (Prejudice). The shame of more than 150 years of successive generations, who knew that they are worse. Because if they weren’t, they wouldn’t  be the ones which they are, right? A drunkards with lousy, low education, poor, prostitutes in cheap bars, without the nice houses with white picket fence. With mom and dad, who does not know how to be good parents thus forcing the State and the Church to take them under their caring wing and help. Despite severe penalties, in the vast majority of them, the ‘raising’and the ‘teaching’ of how to be good and wise – failed. Finishing second, as their parents or even worse, on the disposable end and margins of society. It must have been like that, otherwise it could not have been seen like that, right? They were just silly ‘indians ‘. Everyone knew it all, seen it, heard it…

Moreover, it was the knowledge generally available, universal. Earned and acquired from the generally accepted myths and stories.  Writers of historical novels often use such basis of their stories. To uplift ones nation greatness, ones social or religious class superiority. To make us ‘feel better’.  In Poland, during the partition of Polish state, Nobel-winner writer, Henryk Sienkiewicz, used it to arouse the feelings of noble and immanently good acts of Polish nation.  Based on superficial or one-sided historical knowledge, effortlessly void of objective reflection, evaluation. Mrs. Austen did not fare better in serious evaluation of the title subject in evaluating society. But, at least, she attempted to deal with the subject of the relationship of pride and shame in a social class-based environment.

Monkman – a great painter, created a series of pastiche paintings of commonly known works and historical facts past 150, and even 300 years of a country called Canada today. He painted the story of not another history but same one seen with different eyes, from a different perspective. Shocking. I was kidnapped by it from the first segment, was sad even when forced to ironic smile. Because the smile had to emerge from a deep sadness.

Yes, we have prepared for them the fate, the tragic ethos. Our great, superior technical civilization, our high culture in art, in economy, in military, religion. Our philosophy and ethics, our attachment to the choice between Good and Evil. /…/

The painter achieves a very specific effect, not too discreetly, by inclusion in his narration element of erotic/sexual alter ego: Monkman-jester, Monkman-the magic of double or fluid sexuality (‘gender-bending time traveller’ in his own words)). The personality is called Miss Chief. Again great game of words. Miss Chief is of course the feminist equivalent of Mister Chief. But, if by chance, is it not simply a … mischief? Trickster. One, who conceals to reveal; lies to tell the truth.

Returns to music side – Powroty do strony muzyki

Most “Monitor” pages are written in Polish. There were the occasional ones in English, though. So this time I will attempt a bilingual version in both languages. Not an exact translation, but the same story in both and commentary. Sort of editorial experiment.

Lukasz Mikołajczyk, concert “From Europe to Canada”, Vancouver, March 24, 2018

On March 24, I attended a small, chamber-like concert of Łukasz Mikołajczyk in a private residence at UBC.  It was private residence, but it was organized by a group called “Music Friends’ as a public event , with paid tickets. Therefore it was and should be treated as a regular concert.

Yet, the size and particular quarters were reminiscent  of time when baroque, than classical and romantic music were meant to be played.  And not on opulent, powerful grand piano but somewhat diminutive ‘baby grand’. Which does create a different, more delicate and intimate sound.  And what a gem it was. I have heard him (Mikołajczyk), by now, many times. On a grand stage and on stages truly not so grand at all. That one must have been perfect, for his play was delicate, so emotional and thoughtful that, at times, I was lost in different world of sounds and different reality. As in any concert there were better parts and regular parts. But parts of it was pure magic. Not often found in more official concerts.

Chopin’s last ballade, the one with number 52 in F major, was played exquisitely, poetically. The only way you can master it, as it is the most difficult of his ballades and not easily giving up to the pianist it’s secrets. It is the most abstract of his ballades, the most musical and not very clear of the story behind it. But story there is. So if you just give up on the meaning and simply follow the notes – it could be as flat as the paper Chopin used to write it down. Yet,  if you create a world of images, feelings in your mind when you play it – it becomes alive. For the player and subsequently for the listener. Ballades are fully structured and developed musical compositions and offer the pianist a wide spectrum of play. They are often highly stylised. In my commentaries I try to avoid comparing two different pianist, as it is not really fair on certain level of technical and musical prowess. Nonetheless, we do have  our private, individual tastes, likes and so on. As far as that Ballade is concern, for myself, I do have immense respect for the way it is played by phenomenal pianist Kristian Zimerman. I think that he just adds an extra level of sublime majesty to it. It becomes a music of heavenly experience.  So if I add that comment, I must say that Mikołajczyk play was different. But different in a good way. Whether on purpose or just the atmosphere and the smaller sound of his piano – his version took me back to earth. And not in unpleasant way. To the contrary. The ballad suddenly become more real. Yes, it was a dream, but a real dream, a musical stroll toward concrete (even if we do not know that particular moment, the ‘thing’ that gave it an impetus for Chopin) – it was touchable, within listener’s grab. And that helped me to see the other level of the music. Another way of ‘feeling’ it. And I truly liked it a lot.

What followed were two Chopin’s nocturnes from the same opus 62 (no 1 and 2). Both, as intended by Chopin, played  ‘note to note’, without interruption. Mikołajczyk played them with high respect for the musicality of it. As if he was trying to understand the still young, yet already weary and tired of life Chopin, as it was composed by emotion, not the strength  of his hands. I thought that he used the tempo augmented by intervals not just to travel through time but actually to attempt to travel through space. To let the sound fully develope before it dies naturally or is shorten by mechanical way. It added an extra depth to the music, or rather showed the depth of it as surely intended by composer.

Franz Schubert music (Mikołajczyk played his two Impromptus: G-Flat Major, No 3 and E-flat Major, No 2) is very different than Chopin’s. An early, German romantic composer was still under strong influences of classical period and the way music was played in countless little Royal and Princely Houses (or Bishopric palaces) spread through Austria and German states and palatinates. The German style of romantic music was also different than Polish romanticism. It was more absorbed by elements of nature, certain darkness and mysticism of it, tragic love and old myths, following the footsteps of Goethe and Schiller. That early romanticism, coupled with somewhat  ornamental music of the German courts is representative in his Impromptus. More an arte pro arte musical prowess than a deep spiritual experiment.

In second part we have heard how Canadian contemporary composers, of which Coulthard Piano sonata no 2 is another gem. Very well composed, combining audible parts of western musical tradition and modern music compositions. A marriage of descriptive music ( as classical music from renaissance till modernism used to be) to abstract musical forms. Considering the fact that it is very new composition for Mikolajczyk, he played it exceptionally well. I have heard it before and his interpretation did not fall behind it – to the contrary, perhaps. Maybe I’m a bit skewed in my praises, as I do like his style of playing, but I am also rather known (unfortunately) for being honest and not easily giving praise, were praise is not warranted. I said it, because I think that even in that short period of time since I heard him acutely the first time – Mikolajczyk’s play has already matured, become more refined and more confident. I have the feeling that he either already is in that moment or ready just to enter one, where a musician, an artist, can – without arrogance- say: I know what I’m doing here. Just give me the score and the instrument and there will be music. Let it be music, then. Ladies and Gentlemen.

I would be amiss, if I wouldn’t write about another, very special moment from that concert. Special moment, that touched me very much so. As we know Mikołajczyk is a young and talented pianist, who last year came to Canada, straight from Poland. The same generation as our Canadian Jan Lisiecki (of course, they have much more in

B. Pacak-Gamalski with Jan Lisiecki (Vancouver, Feb. 2018)

common, as Lisiecki – this year JUNO Awards recipient – was born in Calgary but has a very strong and dear to him connections to Poland, not only because of Chopin but mainly because he was raised as Polish Canadian and is proud of it). Generation that is future of Canadian, Polish and international music. But – before we take the flight into the future – we should never allow ourselves to forget about those, who cultivated music here in earlier generations. They were the ones, who toiled the soil. Toiled it also for the new, younger generations of musicians. As is the case of Richard Wrzaskała (ah, the Polish names, ha ha ha – how do they manage to spell it?!) – a prominent Polish born and educated composer and orchestra director, who moved to Canada many years ago. Richard, also a dear friend of mine, made a mark on our, Canadian musical stage.

Łukasz Mikołajczyk with Canadian-Polish composer R. Wrzaskala and the author B. Pacak-Gamalski

One of his popular composition is called ‘Mazurka Fantasie’ – it’s a play, a musical commentary of sort on his own connection and sources of musical inspiration in beloved Chopin’s musical heritage. Elegantly composed, uses the repeating main theme to stress the point of what is the central core of his own inspirations. I see it, whenever I listen to it, as a nostalgic nod to the past, as eloquent saying: thank you Monsieur Chopin, it has been a privilege to walk through my life with your music.

Mikołajczyk’s program for the concert did not contain Wrzaskala music. But, as the concert ended and the audience, as often expected, demanded an encore – the young pianist returned and played exactly that composition: Wrzaskala ‘Mazurka Fantasie’.  And played it so tenderly, so soft that it moved me to the core. It is very obvious and beyond any need to explain, that Chopin’s music is at the heart of both Mikołajczyk and Wrzaskała musical heritage. By playing that piece he did pay homage to it. How elegant, Lukasz.


Finally, last but not least – not least by a huge margin under any circumstances. Very soon, thanks to Vancouver’s own classical music organizers and promotors, Vancouver Chopin Society, we will be treated to special event: piano concert of one of the best pianists of his generation, the incomparable Rafał Blechacz. Blechacz international fame could be only compared to his own talent and hard work.  If nothing unexpected or tragic will happen, this 33 year old musician in 20 years’ time will be what Zimerman is now, what Garrick Ohlsson and Martha Argerich are, earlier Vladimir Ashkenazy, Daniel Barenboim and  what Horowitz and Rubinstein were.

Rafał Blechacz (photo: By Michał Kobyliński – used under Wikipedia Commons Share Licence)

His star shot to fame right after winning  the  prestigious International Chopin Competition in Warsaw in 2005. Since than he received top prizes and accolades in many international competitions, festivals. In 2014 the New York based America Gilmore Artist Award (considered by many as the equivalent to ‘Nobel Prize” in music) named him the most outstanding pianist in the world.

His concert in Vancouver will take place on the main stage of Playhouse Theater, on Sunday, Aprill 22 at 3 PM. The program consists of  A. Mozart Rondo in A minor, K. 511; Sonata in a minor, K. 310;  L. van Beethoven Sonata in A Major, Op. 101; R. Schumann Sonata No. 2 in g minor, Op. 22;  F. Chopin  4 Mazurkas, Op. 24 and Polonaise No. 6 in A-flat Major Op. 53.

It will also be a special, anniversary concert commemorating 20 years of Vancouver Chopin Society, which in that time has become a staple of our musical life here.

(note from an author: what follows is a Polish language musing on the same subject. However, at the very end of the review, there is a short rebuke of an unfortunate tirade of Vancouver well known musician and pianist, Robert Silverman. As it is not really a part of my review of Mikolajczyk concert, but very much part of the conversation on the subject of Chopin and his music – I decided to show you an excerpt of Mr. Sliverman’s strange diatribe and my response to it. So, please do scroll to the end and you will find the texts in English.)

24 marca, w prywatnej rezydencji na terenie Uniwersytetu British Columbia  miał miejsce bardzo udany, kameralny koncert pianistyczny Łukasza Mikołajczyka. Organizatorami koncertu była grupa Music Friends, która podjęła się organizowania tego typu kameralnych, w tradycji dawnych Salonów Muzycznych, spotkań z ciekawymi muzykami z Vancouver i okolic.  Zachęcam bardzo melomanów do śledzenia kalendarza koncertowego tej grupy – możliwość uczestnictwa w tak kameralnym wydarzeniu muzycznym jest nieporównywalna do wielkich sal koncertowych! Nastrój i specyficzna intymność, która łączy wykonawcę ze słuchaczem są przeżyciem specjalnym i wyjątkowym.

W programie Mikołajczyka (nazwanym bardzo ładnie:  „From Europe to Canada with Lukas Mikolajczyk”) była muzyka Chopina (Ballada Nr 4 f-moll; Scherzo Nr 4 E-dur; i Nokturny Nr 1 i 2, B-dur i E-dur), Schuberta ( Impromptu Nr 3 Ges-dur i Nr 2 Es-dur), kanadyjskich kompozytorów współczesnych Paula Crawford (kompozycja, którą można określić ‘obrazkiem muzycznym’ pt. „Did you hear that winter’s over” z pogranicza muzyki poważnej i muzyki popularnej) oraz Jeana Coultharda (Piano Sonata Nr 2).

Pianista każdą część koncertu poprzedzał bardzo dobrze przygotowanym wprowadzeniem słownym. Posunął się nawet nieco dalej w opisie, ilustrując stosownym fragmentem muzycznym cechę lub specyficzność muzyczną utworu, który opisywał.  Takie personalne wprowadzenie jest bardzo dobra i mile widzianą rzeczą. I choć czasem trudną do przeprowadzenia na wielkiej, formalnej scenie olbrzymich sal koncertowych – wyjątkowo przydatną właśnie w takich kameralnych warunkach. Olbrzymia większość z nas nie przychodzi na koncerty ze zwojem nut i bez względu na zasób wiedzy muzycznej nie jesteśmy w stanie znać szczegółowo większość utworów nam prezentowanych.

Ballada nr 4 f-moll jest ostatnią balladą Chopina i wyjątkowo bogatą w muzyczne ‘słownictwo’. To utwór wyjątkowo piękny a jednocześnie trudny dla pianisty. Gdyby tylko skupić się na jej technicznie idealnym wykonaniu – bardzo łatwo zagubić jej element poetycki, marzycielski. Jest zajęciem chybionym (na pewnym etapie talentu i umiejętności technicznych wykonawcy) porównywanie jednego pianisty do drugiego. Mimo to, wyjątkowo tylko, zrobię to by oddać własne, indywidualne sympatie muzyczne. Otóż do tej pory, ze współczesnych koncertujących teraz pianistów, za najlepsza jej interpretację uznaję sposób, w jaki robi to Krystian Zimerman. Jest to technicznie idealne a jednocześnie przekazuje jakąś dziwną majestatyczną tajemniczość tej ballady. Gra Mikołajczyka obudziła we mnie inne wrażenia. Wydała mi się podkreślać nie jej akcent majestatyczno-tajemniczy, a dużo lżejszy, poetycko-osobisty. I bardzo mi się to podobało. Dzięki temu otworzyło to dla mnie, tylko amatora muzyki a nie muzykologa, nowe pokłady tego pięknego utworu. Może była to też ‘wina’ kameralności, intymności tego koncertu? Nie wiem. Takie w każdym razie – dobre – wrażenie z tego odniosłem. Nie przysłoniło to w niczym wyjątkowości interpretacyjnej Zimermana ale pozwoliło na inne na nią (tej ballady) spojrzenie, zrozumienie jej wielowarstwowości. Gdyby wszyscy ‘najwięksi’ grali identycznie – jakiż sens byłoby chodzić na koncerty? Ostatecznie pianista, skrzypek czy wiolonczelista tylko siedzi lub stoi w miejscu przy instrumencie i gra. Nic więcej. Ani sztuczek nie pokazuje, ani skacze, biega, nie gimnastykuje się na drążku lub linach. Wystarczyłoby tą ‘najlepszą’ płytę kupić i grać sobie w domu na okrągło. Wszak ideału, raz osiągniętego, ulepszyć nie sposób.

W scherzu miał możliwość wykazania całej bogatej tkaniny temp, melodii. Podobnie, jak Ballada f-moll, te scherzo jest ostatnim scherzem Chopina. I trochę innym od pozostałych. Jest tematycznie (nie muzycznie) utworem najlżejszym, więc jakby nieco ukłonem wobec poprzedniej, barokowo-klasycystycznej tradycji. Trzeba generalnie zaznaczyć, mimo tego ukłonu wobec tradycji starszej, że scherzo , jako rodzaj muzyczny, dzieli się na dwa kompletnie odmienne etapy rozwoju: scherzo, jako gatunek muzyczny przed Chopinem i scherzo, jako gatunek muzyczny po Chopinie. Nie ma tu nawet cienia wątpliwości. Tak, jak astronomia dzieli się na przed-kopernikańską i po-kopernikańską, tak scherzo jest przed-szopenowskie i po-szopenowskie. Trochę zaczął iść w tym kierunku już Beethoven – ale dopiero Chopin zrobił z tego kompletnie nowa szkołę komponowania tego gatunku muzycznego. Z bardzo dobrej gry Mikołajczyka tą głębię i wielopłaszczyznowość scherza było łatwo rozpoznać i ją docenić.

Nokturny, zgodnie z życzeniem zresztą samego kompozytora, grał łącznie. I znowu – celował w ich materii poetyckiej, marzycielskiej.

Franz Schubert, niemiecki kompozytor przełomu między szkołą klasycystyczna a romantyczną, u schyłku swego życia skomponował kilka impromptu. Krótkiej, niezbyt rozbudowanej formy muzycznej, która właśnie u romantyków stała się dość popularna. Ale powiadają, że czym skorupka za młodu nasiąknie … Takoż i impromptu Schuberta stale w swej ornamentyce cofają się do czasów jego mistrzów i jego własnej wczesnej twórczości. Odnosi się czasem wrażenie, że słucha się ich w jakimś dworze niemieckiego królewiątka lub palatyna tudzież na dworze biskupim w Austrii lub Bawarii. Przy baroku kapiącym złotem z plafonów i ścian… Miłe uchu przerywniki muzyczne.

Schubert i kanadyjski kompozytor współczesny Paul Crawford były właśnie takim miłym i lekkim przerywnikiem muzycznym w koncercie Mikołajczyka.

Natomiast utwór ostatni, również kanadyjskiej kompozytorki z Brytyjskiej Kolumbii, Jean Coulthard, Piano Sonata No 2 był głęboki i bardzo ewokacyjny.  Słuchający tego utworu mógł znaleźć tam wyraźnie zarysowane fragmenty całej opisowej, europejskiej tradycji muzycznej, by nagle wejść w obszary współczesne muzyki ‘czystej’, abstrakcyjnej. Skomponowana w formie pełnej sonaty kompozycja daje dobry przykład muzycznej wiedzy i zdolności Coulthard. We mnie Mikołajczykowi udało się obudzić zainteresowanie tą kompozytorką (tą że sonatę gdzieś kiedyś już słyszałem ale najwyraźniej nie była chyba tak dobrze grana, bo wrażeń z tego głębokich w pamięci nie zostawiła) i chęć poszukania jej muzyki, poznania więcej z jej spuścizny.

Na zakończenie tych muzycznych refleksji nie mogę pominąć ostatniego wydarzenia tego koncertu, poza-programowego. Na bis pianista przygotował utwór Ryszarda Wrzaskały, „Mazurka Fantasie’. Był to bardzo uroczy ukłon wobec pana Ryszarda, jego wszechstronnych talentów muzycznych i energii, z jaką się przez dziesięciolecia tymi talentami z nami dzielił. Tego mazurka Wrzaskały słuchałem wielokrotnie w licznych interpretacjach. I w licznych, nie zawsze idealnych, warunkach koncertowych. Mikołajczyka ‘ukłon muzyczny’ był bodaj najlepszym wykonaniem tej kompozycji. Pełen wdzięku, tęsknoty i oddający ducha tego mazurka. Mazurka Fantasie to utwór na wskroś nostalgiczny, to muzyczny, prosty i czysty w formie, spacer w przeszłość i podziękowanie Fryderykowi Chopinowi za muzykę, która towarzyszy Wrzaskale prze całe życie i jakże często jest źródłem jego własnych inspiracji muzycznych. Łukasz Mikołajczyk przekazał nam wizje tego ‘spaceru’ w sposób nader elegancki, lekki i ujmujący serce. Należy mu się za to ode mnie głęboki i wdzięczny ukłon.

Now, that subject of a strange diatrybe of Robert Silverman… Perhaps I would first quote a particularly strong fragment of his opnion and, at the end, offer you a link to the full text of Silverman. Right after the quote is my responce.

“Franz Liszt for instance, played Chopin with such virtuosity, brilliance and panache, not to mention his own emendations to the scores calculated to show off his unique skills, that he quickly spawned a crowd of emulators whose descendants existed well into the 20th Century. Rachmaninoff, Horowitz, and later, Nelson Freire and perhaps Argerich in her most frenetic moments come to mind. Chopin, however, could not stand the liberties Liszt took with his scores. (“He can’t keep his hands off ANYTHING!” he once said about Liszt. Still, the fact remains, audiences loved Liszt’s performances of Chopin. I’m sure I would too.
A couple of decades later later, the Russian pianist Anton Rubinstein found in his music a sense of world-weariness and romantic longing that gave it an undeniably attractive romantic aura that you’d have to be a cold fish not to like. And so another “Chopin Tradition” was born. Anton Rubinstein was unquestionably a great pianist, as were those who have followed in his footsteps, primarily Josef Hoffmann. That’s probably the style I feel most comfortable with.
But in the hands of lesser talents, that “Tradition”(usually pronounced with a rolled “r”) resulted in what would have given the composer nightmares: vulgar, undisciplined, technically sloppy exhibitions of how not to play Chopin, or for that matter, any other composer. But because Chopin’s music is so beguiling, so utterly effective, audiences who have not studied what’s actually on the page were and still are easily fooled. (Vancouver recently was treated to an exhibition of this sort of dilettantism at a church downtown several weeks ago. The final insult was that the guy played on a period instrument so that he could lay claim to “authenticity.”) Fortunately that style of playing has all but died out.”  (Robert Silverman “Chopin at the piano“)

Robert Silverman, well known Canadian pianist and former Head of UBC School of Music, offers his , hmm, let’s say personal insights on the character of Chopin’s music. Of whom, as a musician and a pianist, he seems to be a big fan. And, as a music scholar, his insight is much appreciated and worthwhile. Especially when he talks about the way Chopin composed, wrote down his music. How meticulous he was in many directions he left on the score for other pianists to augment their playing of his compositions. One can argue about this or that in his opinions. One cannot refuse him his knowledge and reasons for such, though. But when he is giving, in a style of ex cathedra, very strong opinions on the way Chopin must an must not be played –that’s altogether different matter. His caesarian ’edicts’ on which school of playing Chopin is the right one and which is wrong are nothing but opinions of Mr. Silverman. One does not disavows with such a cavalier manner entire traditions going back to the time of his last students. And the students of their students. These were people, who heard Chopin playing. Not just written opinions about it. And when Mr. Silverman notices the recent concert in Christ Church Cathedral (or as he calls it: ‘in one of the churches Downtown), when Chopin was played on an epoch piano by very much internationally respected pianist (not a star by any means, but then neither is Silverman) without even using his name and referring to his play as ‘dilettantism’ – this is not only a sign of bad manners. It is a sign of overgrown ego. Or jealous player.

As to the accuracy of how Chopin wrote his compositions and how he wanted them to be played—I can’t even try to dispute his level of professional knowledge with mine—yes, dilettantism, on this matter. Only a side note: it is worth mentioning that it was Chopin well known practice of re-working his compositions ad nausea at times. Even after copying the last, final version (the ‘final’ was not an important word in Chopin’s vocabulary) of manuscript. To add to confusion—he regularly sent his ‘final’ editions to three different publishers in three different countries: France, England and Germany. And then, after a while, sending them some changes here and there in the composition. Not always the same changes to all three publishers. Sometime just to his French printers, forgetting about the others … . Sometimes, when his students were playing his printed/published composition … he would grab the score and cross out some melodies, or tempo, or change slightly a passage … .  Indeed, he was very uniform, always clear of the concept and pianists always had the unchanged, final version of his music… yes, it is my slight attempt at sarcasm.

There are even unresolved disputes as to the use of tempo rubato in Chopin’s compositions. Case in study: Ignacy Paderewski, who was a star and most important of Chopin’s music pianist in his time. Today many say he used the rubato excessively. Did he? I have no opinion nor enough knowledge about that subject. On the other hand I know that Paderewski studied under professor Leszetycki, who in turn worked with Russian great musician Antol Rubinstein, who played for Chopin and for whom Chopin played. Perhaps they knew a bit how he played … Perhaps. Anyhow, that’s just my opinion.

How do we know what was Bach preference of playing his fugas? That goes for all art forms that need to be performed by others, by stage artists. We are so used to the way Shakespeare is spoken today, in a style of great actors like Gielgud and Olivier, which mimmicks that of XIX century British aristocracy, that only recently linguist scholars protested against it as totally innacurate and therefor making the plays way too long. Poor William (or was it Marlow?) would have been forrified hearing how it is spoken from stage today. Perhaps his ability of understanding the words would be constrained as often as ours is, when we read his plays.

As to the the pianist, who, according to Mr. Silverman, played Chopin so ‘dilletantly’ in that concert in Aglican Cathedral – it was was no other than Janusz Olejniczak. One of my personal favored. And another side note: I do write from time to time, here and there, my personal notes from concerts and musical performances. But they are what they are – personal reflections and opinions, not a formal musical reviews, I have no formal musical education to pretend to such a role. Classical music simply surrounded me from the cradle (and that is a fact as a huge concert piano towered above my baby bed and was often used by classical pianists and amateurs alike) till today. I just love it with a passion. Mr. Silverman, I am certain, possess far more theoretical knowledge about music that I ever will. And one assumes that knowledge goes with wisdom hand in hand. Unfortunately, not always …

Ravel, Chopin, Rachmaninoff and … Mikołajczyk

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Gaspar de la Nuit – Ł. Mikołajczyk, piano; B. Pacak-Gamalski, text

by Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski

Some twenty years ago,  very young Polish actor decided to become a writer himself. First in poetry, then short stories and eventually he wrote and published a stage solo play “A true critic”. An actor writes about a theatre critic! A powerful friend or a foe of an actor, omnipresent shadow of actor’s art and stage.(*)

Sometimes our roles change. It is, I suppose, easier to be a critic. To give praise or to point mistakes.  But it is easier only if you are nonchalant or arrogant in your task. When somehow you feel superior with your knowledge, experience . It is a very wrong way of being a critic. A true critic knows that he should be a part of the entire experience. That he is an extension of the stage. Is an ally of a stage artist. He is there to give support to the artist, so the next performance could be better. They both should work for the benefit of the audience: the ultimate judge.  Therefore both of them should exercise a high degree of humility.

This golden rule applies to all type of artistic performance, on and off ‘stage’, whatever form the ‘stage’ might be.  I have included the entire ‘foreword’ because I’m just about to write a review (a form of a critique) of musical performance in which I took small part (a spoken word, not playing on an instrument or singing). I have been asked by a pianist to help explain a particularly difficult composition based on a little known French poem. Because the three very distinctly different pieces of the composition reflect very specific fragments of the largely unknown text – an idea arose that the text should be perhaps read and slightly explained to the audience, thus allowing the audience to fully appreciate the effort of both the composer and the pianist. I thought of the idea as an excellent addition, and very helpful to the music and, most of all, to the listener. And that should be (often is not, since not only critics are sometimes nonchalantly arrogant – performers, too) always a paramount concept.

The Canada International Arts & Music Society invited music lovers to an evening with talented pianist Łukasz Mikołajczyk. The concert took place in the UBC School of Music  ‘Roy Barnett Hall’.05-ubc

Program consisted of Maurice Ravel’s Gaspar de la nuit (Gaspar of the night); Fryderyk Chopin’s  Waltzes (A flat major, A minor, F minor) op.34, Polonaise A flat major, op. 34 and Sergei Rachmaninoff’s  Prelude B flat major op. 23 no 2 and Prelude D major op. 23 no 4.

Ravel’s late composition of ‘Gaspar de la Nuit’ has three very distinctive and different parts.  Some call it a suite and the term is used often. If it is, it is an atypical suite. But that is none consequential, suffice to say it is a three parts composition, which similarities (or connectivity) is based mostly on atmosphere  and oneiric visions based on a poem by Aloysius Bertand of the same title.

First part, ‘Ondine’ is a story of siren-like beautiful creature, which  woes a young man to her watery kingdom.  Not unlike the famous sirens wooing Odysseus in his travels. It does pose a certain degree of technical challenges for a pianist: the fast repetition of short cord at the beginning and complex changing of different movements by the end. Yet, it should be presented to the listener as any easy, evocative of flowing water, composition. An attentive listener will easy find similarities to it in Ravel’s earlier composition, Jeux d’eau  or even to music of Debussy.

Mikołajczyk played it splendidly, giving it time (despite fast movements, cords and multi melodies) to overtake the listener with vision of cascading water, waves and the apparition of Ondine spreading her charms and invitation to the surprised young traveller. In this type of composition the aim is to play the fast and changing parts without being noticed that it is a bit of virtuoso piece. The feeling has to be of the murmur of water, the flowing on its surface of a siren and her song-charming.  And, I am certain, that the audience (in this particular piece) did not even notice the difficulty of the music, being instead overtaken by that magic vision and spell.

Despite the unusual fact that I was on the stage, not among the audience, and in a small way part of the performance, the pianist had my full attention and effortlessly took me inside that dream, the vision created by the music.

The second part  – Gibet (to be understood not as normal gallows but an instrument, mechanism where, in old days, an already executed dead body of a criminal was exhibited, often for a very long time) – was composed more in the form close to a funeral march.  It is , after all, a story of an apparition of a person, disguised as a monk or poet or philosopher, who was ‘inhabitant’ of a gibet, an ally of Satan, death incarnate. I think that Mikołajczyk was quite apt in playing the somber mode of the music. It took us to places dark and hidden. Full of death and decay.

And – finally! – the Scarbo. Third and last part of Gaspar de la Nuit. I said ‘finally’ for in this piece a technically excellent pianist has the chance (and does not have to conceal it) to be .. a star. A virtuoso. Extremely difficult score, not played that often for that reason, where the pianist has to be a bit of gymnast as far as his hands are concerned. The story is of a mischievous gnome perched upon a church tower or stony gate. Quite a bit of a rascal, who runs and jumps, laughs and spits at people causing havoc and despair. As it is composed to woe the listener with the pianistic virtuoso of a musician – I am not even sure that the story itself is that visible or noticeable to the audience.  I think that everybody is just overtaken with the pace and overlapping passages and at certain moment just concentrates on the intricacy of the players hands than on the story. But that’s Ravel’s fault. The pianist often has no chance but to be a … star, not a storyteller.  Personally I am in the definite minority, who thinks that it is too much of an l’art pour l’art (art for art’s sake). But Ravel, not unlike Chopin, Liszt or Mozart where soloist of the piano, too. And wanted to be the best, the most admired – to be star!  They were the rock stars of their time.  Don’t be afraid or too reverential to the somewhat patronizing term: classical music. There is only two types of music: good and bad one.

08-DSC00023After intermission (and relocating myself to be among the audience, ha ha ha) Mikołajczyk played more known and popular pieces by Chopin and Rachmaninoff.  There is really not much of a reason to talk about the music, it’s character and emotions of both of these immensely popular composers. What is worth stressing though, is the fact that despite a sharp difference in musical style (Chopin was a romantic period composer and Rachmaninoff definitely an impressionist) one could easily link their common emotional musical background. Unlike Ravel, a contemporary and a friend of Rachmaninoff, who was through and through French culture composer. Chopin and Rachmaninoff shared a somewhat similar culture of Polish and Russian Slavs. An innocently, almost child-like happy at moments and very brooding at other. Sentimental and romantic (romantic not in a musical sense but common language, conversational  understanding) to the core.  And that is often noticeable in both composer’s emotional tone. Their ‘storytelling’.  I had a distinct feeling that Łukasz Mikołajczyk felt more attuned to their music, to its soul.  Some things come naturally, and others you have to learn, study to understand.

The Waltzes of Monsieur Chopin that were flowing from under Mikołajczyk’s fingers, were so light, so sweet.  It was good choice to show  the differences of their atmosphere stemming from employing different scales: from major to minor.

Rachmaninoff’s Preludes (D major op. 23 no 4 and B flat major op. 23 no 2) are always a good choice for a pianist and listener.  Detailed and intricate yet composed so brilliantly, bring such a joy to listen.

And, of course, how could he denied himself and us to listen again to his interpretation of the wonderful, sweeping music of Polonaise A flat major op.53. Composed in 1842 polonaise (translated literally: Polish dance) belongs to a canon of piano music world wide. It is majestic, heroic. Even the tempo from the very beginning is marked as Alla polacca e maestoso (a’la Polish and majestic). Its rapid cascading octaves, perfect intervals, thrills and the need to use more or less the entire keyboard makes it a class in itself. It is also a physical ‘killer’ for a pianist. If a Chopin’s waltz is a nice stroll through a park – that this polonaise is a ten miles run. If you are not physically prepared to play it – you will never achieve the effect that is required to show its glory. In music, for myself, I often compare it to two very distinctly different compositions having nothing in common with this piece in form and type: Handel’s Messiah and Verdi’s Requiem. All three have in common the feeling of grandiose majesty. Something eternal. The main theme of this Polonaise serves the same purpose for setting the tone of the composition as in Verdi’s Requiem does the Dies irae. Final victory, even through mortal death. Verdi’s and Handel’s is based on God’s glory, Chopin on nationalistic pride. But the victory is a triumph of freedom and evokes the feeling of heroism.

10-DSC00024Mikołajczyk , I think, has made that piece his own. Which is difficult for one main reason:  it is and was played many times by so many great pianists that it makes it almost impossible to escape comparisons. And for a young pianist it is not easy to be compared with the giants of the keyboard. So to make it your own,  to achieve an emotional ownership of the way you feel  it and play it seems to be the only logical choice. It does not mean making some sort of variations on the Polonaise, after all, let’s still keep Chopin – Chopin. But it allows you to play it the way you want to play as if it was never played by anyone.  Otherwise the weight of it could be difficult to bear. I think that Mikołajczyk achieved that.

Let me go back to the paragraph, were I was writing about Ravel and the third part of Gaspar of the night, the Scarbo. When I said that there is not really a classical music and the non-classical music. There is good music and bad, period. I am satisfied beyond doubt that, on that evening in Roy Barnett Hall, I was listening to the good type.


*) Omar Sangare, “A true theatre critic” solo performance play. I have wrote an extensive review of the play for the  Theater Institute of Romaszewski in Warsaw, after it was performed in Vancouver’s International Fringe Festival, where it was highly acclaimed.















Musical ‘first’ – “Van Duo” premiere

Łukasz Mikołajczyk with Canadian-Polish composer R. Wrzaskala and the author B. Pacak-Gamalski


I did write here in Polish already about new Polish musical talent emerging on Vancouver scene, Łukasz Mikolajczyk (pronounced: Lookash Mikolaytchick) in a post from October 25.  So just very briefly an express summary of his bio: Mikajczyk came to Vancouver recently to further his musical studies and concert piano performance  in broad sense of the subject. Almost immediately he become a persona musica in Vancouver entering the very first edition of new Canadian international music festival: 2017 International Music Competition in Vancouver.  Where he came out as … no less than the grand award winner (‘Diamond 1st Prize’) in the piano section of the Competition.  It is worth noting that very recently this young pianist was able to compete in the quarter- finals of the renowned and prestigious International Chopin Competition in Warsaw, Poland, being often called the  Holy Grail of any talented pianist in the world and definitely Chopin’s music interpreters.

Of course – as any young and energetic musical performer he is eager to play almost anytime and anywhere. Hopefully with wise voice trying to temper him a bit and not to fall for the typical traps awaiting many young talents before him. Alas, youth has it’s own privileges and right to make mistakes, ha ha ha.

Very recently I received an invitation from him to attend premiere concert of just formed, new musical duo of him and Serb-born clarinetist,  Marko Ivkovic. It was rather smartly organized in a small, familiar venue of one of the training rooms of Vancouver Music Academy – smartly, for it allowed them to ‘test the waters’ on familiar, not too official grounds.

It is not very often that we do see in classical music a piano and woodwind instrument and even less common a clarinet. Which is too bad, as clarinet makes amazing and interesting sound, a bit rasp one could say. So I was very glad of this ‘instrumental marriage’. They have chosen solo pieces intertwined with duet plays.

(from left) Marko Ivkovic and Lukasz Mikolajczyk


First was  the Great Polonaise A-flat, op.53, Chopin’s masterpiece and one of his most played composition.  It gives a pianist the ability to woe the audience and show his bravado, showmanship, so to speak. And it is the very composition Lukasz played during the finale of the 2017 Vancouver Music Competition! Obviously he decided to have the audience right on his side from the very beginning, ha ha ha. And the powerful grand Steinway filled every cranny of this old room of the Academy. The charge was done almost in cavalry style and the audience was won! There is, of course, few schools of how to play Chopin. Mostly it oscillates between a more robust and energetic , the other keen on the lyrical aspect of his music. Sometimes it even changes drastically within a lifetime of one player. The perfect example of it was no one else but the ultimate Chopin interpreter, Arthur Rubinstein.  From the dramatic earlier style to later much more demure, lirical.  I think that both are very valid and often it depends on external, in a way independent of soloist own style of play, circumstances. Sometime the atmosphere of the audience, atmosphere ‘of the street’, if I can use the term. I suppose, age of the pianist has something to do with it, too. It saddens me that we no longer have in Vancouver the original concert piano of great Ignatius Paderewski from his concerts in Vancouver at the turn of previous century. For a while it was in Faculty of Music on UBC (at the Cecil House), than confined to same dusty warehouse it was rescued from oblivion and slow death by the Polish Vancouverites and given temporary home at the Polish Consulate. At the end the only viable solution was gifting it to California, to town devoted to the memory of this great pianist where it is today in a local museum and is being still used for concerts. Would love to hear Mikolajczyk playing on this instrument. The funny thing is that the very Steinway Mikolajczyk was playing on was gift to the Academy by professor Lee – the very same musician and pedagogue, who was very instrumental in saving the Paderewski’s piano from slow death at UBC…

The second piece was 1st movement of Johannes Brahms Clarinet Sonata No 2, op. 120. Both soloists complemented each other very well. I was a bit afraid the sound of clarinet could be drown by the powerful piano. Not so. Not even in the second part of the movement, when they play the familiar, recurring subject together in forte. I was later telling Lukasz how that particular fragment almost simultaneously forced me to thing of much later music of Gershwin – there is a certain cacophony of sounds (both in clarinet and piano) in Gershwin compositions (“American in Paris” as a prime example) that evokes the echos of Brahms sonata. In nature nothing passes without leaving a mark. And so in culture, especially in culture …

The Prelude for solo Clarinet by Krzysztof Penderecki, another giant of contemporary music, gave an opportunity to show his mastery to Marko. The young Serbian soloist came out of it with flying colours (or sounds, more appropriately). This prelude is not particularly easy piece. As most of Penderecki’s compositions. And yet, the player kept our attention intakt and under control. And was able to produce notes and sounds we were surprise to hear.

The next composition was own work of Marko Ivkovic, played very nicely on an electric organs by young master of the keyboard, Lukasz Mikolajczyk. What a sweet composition, the one from the onomatopoeic variety, where musical notes mirror nature’s sounds. Ivkovic called it “Vancouver Rain Drops”.  And, again the brain always doing it’s own, independent from mind, research – I was listening to it and at the same time comparing it to “Claire de lune” (famous movement form Suite bergamasque) by Debussy.

author and Marko Ivkovic

Later I inquired about some similarities of these two compositions (more in spirit than formally) and to his (not mine, ha ha ha) surprise, Marko recalled that he was working on Debussy just about the same time he composed his “Vancouver rain drops’.  After we left the concert – the rain drops truly gave us a typical Vancouver shower, true to norm…

The last formal piece was ‘Fantasie for clarinet solo’ by Jorg Widman.

And this was the end. But we (the audience) would have none of it. We wanted more of this talented and energetic duo. And they obliged. With a wonderful rendition of none other than George Gershwin. They couldn’t have chosen more appropriate piece for the biss. After difficult and intellectual/philosophical Penderecki – Gershwin is like a glass of cool, refreshing Chardonnay! Now I wan to listen to them again and perhaps a small, limited edition of CD? Sometime it is nice to listen to good music not only in concert halls, but solo, by one’s own fireplace. With a glass of cool chardonnay in hand, of course…






An Ordinary Citizen

Few weeks ago a tragic event happened in the very center of Warsaw. A middle aged, ordinary person, not known to really anyone outside of his family and friends set himself ablaze as a protest against the government policies. But, having spent a lot of time thinking about it and analyzing his letter left at the scene I came to the conclusion, that that letter and his action represent much more than just a political act. Just a political albeit tragic, protest.  This might explain to some of my English-speaking friends my preoccupation recently with certain events. I was moved by it very powerfully and it had strong effect on my emotional and intellectual psyche. Still do. It speaks volumes on one’s ability or inability to deal with things in life that are so overwhelming that you feel totally defenseless, void of any hope for the future. We always accepted that deep personal emotion (love, friendship, betrayal, addiction, rejection, bullying) can push us to actions like that- but this was different. It arose from the feeling of state, political actions that were profoundly opposing to your own moral compass, your own sense of minimum justice, ethics, sense of goodness versus evil, right versus wrong. Not even economical at all. And so, tragic on an ancient, Greek scale of personal heroism, decision was taken. I call it ‘heroic’ for it did not involve any violence against the state, the government side. That would be an ideological terrorism.

His, chosen by himself, moniker (‘Szary Obywatel’ in Polish) should be translated not literally but in a sense that it represents in Polish: ‘Ordinary citizen’ . It sums up an overwhelming feeling of rejection of morally askewed reality. He was not a political activist by any stretch of imagination. The democratic opposition in Poland or large part of it, does not seem to understand the depth of such despair, either (the Government, of course, is not able to understand the profound power of such statement) – the grievances against the government are just the surface of the tragedy.

The true despair lies in the soul of his nation. The dark part of it, the egotistic, chauvinistic part of that soul. The, let say it loudly, ‘American’ type of ‘patriotism. ‘American first’ ideology was pervasive in Polish history for long time (of course, we called it ‘Poland first’ as we tend to believe that all things ‘Polish’ must be first). It is rooted in in our history of a state and nation edged between two very opposing civilizations: Western and Eastern , therefore a need to be a ‘guardian’ of sort of the dangers facing the Western (Occidental) set of values versus the Eastern (Oriental) set. But Polish values in that conflict were also mired in a very strong believe that it included (or is based on) a messianistic adherence to the Roman Catholicism dominancy. The great Reformation movement never really took a deep root in Poland. From ideas like that is a very short distance to feelings of being unique, special. Exactly the feeling of a mission of a lone Guardian.

Polish Commonwealth in XVII centry – a huge multinational state stretching from Baltic to Black Sea

Yet, there was always (and growing over time) strong opposition to such a strange and confined values. An opposition that believes that the world evolves, that different set of cultures and values do not need to be in a constant battle, deathly struggle. That living in harmony is possible. And that humanism extends to all – not only to your own. Modern Poland is a ‘child’ of many traditions, multiple parents, so to speak. The most recent one was of course that of a Polish People Republic, a Soviet-dominated quasi sovereign state in very unfamiliar international borders. Poland, for the first time really in history, was confined more or less to ethnic borders. Hence was removed from all problems and blessings of co-existing with other cultures.  Not on a serious scale anyway. It resembled very little the 1st Republic of Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth that for hundreds of years, since the Jagiellonian dynasty that begun in XV century, formed the essence of Polish state and it’s values. By the end of XVIII century Poland lost its independence for over a hundred years. To be re-born from the ashes of I World War in 1918. But what lead to the re-establishment of 2nd Polish Republic was of paramount importance. It was the deadly battle for the shape and soul of the nation and it’s state.

On one side was the grand idea of Jozef Pilsudski – the almost mythical hero of Polish independence, who imagined new Poland as a multi-national federacy of former parts of the old 1st Republic, the continuation of the old Jagiellonian idea. On the other side, the father of strictly ethnically Polish state, Roman Dmowski and his movement of Greater Poland (Wielka Polska).

These two ideas could not be further apart. Although, politically speaking, Pilsudski, at least for his lifetime, came out victorious (by large part because he was very skilled military strategist and did command the military forces and was highly respected on international scene) – his victory for restoring Jagiellonian state failed.  For two main reasons: Ukrainians and Lithuanians did not want to be part of renewed Polish Commonwealth and the Dmowskis’s Polish nationalists, supported strongly by the Church hierarchy, did everything possible not to allow it to happened. Jagiellonian ideas and state would never allow them to achieve superiority and uncontested power. They would much rather give up thousands of square kilometers of old Polish state territory than allow for a multinational federacy. The fait accompli was achieved after great and total Polish victory in the Polish-Soviet War of 1920 (of which Pilsudski was the main architect) – the Peace Treaty  was negotiated from Polish side by Stanislaw Grabski, very skilled politician. But a fervent believer in Dmowski, not Pilsudski ideas. To the astonishment of the defeated party, the Soviets – Polish delegation gave them huge swaths of land on Polish eastern frontiers.

II Republic, 1918-1945

Poland become by a large margins an ethnically Polish state. First time since medieval times, when nationality was really not an important concept at all. There were relatively big pockets of national minorities  (today’s most western Ukraine , Belarus and Wilno district of Lithuania), a bit of spread German minority and relatively large Jewish population. But none of them could compete for political dominance or importance against huge majority of ethnic Poles. Hence the true long term victory belonged to the Grater Poland movement. Not total, but a measured one.  The rest was done due the infamous Yalta and Potsdam agreements by end of 2nd World War that for all practical reasons confined Poland to strictly ethnic borders, with the exception of old Prussian state in northern Poland (presently Masuria region). That part was ethnically cleansed right at the end of the war by both German and Polish forces and consequently re-populated by ethnic Poles, often escaping the Soviet clutches in the lost Polish territory on the eastern side.

Yet the dreams of progressive, open to the world and not inward looking Poland did not die. Many Poles felt confined and suffocating in ‘one nation, one faith, one ruler’ concept. And wish to re-join the rest of Western Europe – the one we, as a ‘Guardian’, defended for so long in the old times. That posed a new hope. It got a huge boost when Poland was accepted as a full member of European Union. If we can’t have a Jagiellonian, multinational Poland than why not join a Union that is based one very similar pillars – a federacy of equals based on common goals and rules. It looked for a while that Pilsudski’s concept , decades after his death, was reborn in new form. But the nationalistic, paternalistic and bordering on fascist ideology (not Hitlerism – there is a long stretch between European fascism and it’s extreme end, Nazism) of Greater Poland did not give up. Due to many mistakes and lack of steadfastness of former center-right liberal government the last election was won by populist Law and Justice Party. That party, although not ideologically part of some grand coalition of Greater Poland – attached itself to many slogans of the nationalistic movement of Roman Dmowski. And the fruits of permanently loosing Polish Jagiellonian legacy in that infamous Polish-Soviet Peace Treaty of 1921,  become very visible. Open, multicultural, progressive Europe scared many Poles. It wasn’t romantic Paris of XIX and early XX century, it wasn’t Italy attached as an obedient child to Vatican. It was a Union of mostly nation-states but very much open to multiculturalism, to immigration, equal rights for minorities of all sorts: ethnic, religious, sexual, gender-based. More or less it was a Union of modern, XXI century democracy. They had time to build it and get used to it in the past 70 years since the end of the 2nd World War. Poland did not. And it scared many of them. Many Poles felt better in their mythical role as a Guardian of Europe, of the West. When you are a guard of the fortress, you cannot allow yourself the delicacies of an ordinary citizen – you are a soldier who must be disciplined. It was just sad that … Europe no longer needed such a devout guard.  Europe was doing rather fine without a fortress of tall walls. But we, Poles, knew better than Europe what Europe needed! Africa is for Africans, Asia for Asians and Europe for Europeans.  White and Catholic. Never you mind the Lutherans and other Protestants or silly Anglicans. Of course, one day they will come back to the Mother Church. It has been only 500 years – that’s nothing in the face of eternity! LOL.

It might sound silly at the end of previous paragraph. But it is not. It is very crude and simplistic generalization of today’s Polish society – but a true one, nonetheless. It is very tribal at its core, still enslaved by the chains of it’s painful history, still unsure of it’s own inner strength.  And – in a country where history plays such an important role in everyday life – very ahistorical.

Not to continue and changing it into a long essay: the “Ordinary Citizen’, who set himself ablaze in Warsaw could not live any longer in a country that rejects these lofty, humanistic ideas of coexistence. He was tired of being forced to be a guardian. And therefore his conflict, the essence of it, was not solely with the current, chauvinistic populist government. Governments come and go. It was with his countrymen. With his nation. I am neither sure nor know if he spent much time thinking of differences between concepts of Pilsudski or Dmowski for Poland. But I am certain that these two conflicting concepts lay at the very base of Polish society problems today. The difference of remaining oneself while fully respecting the ‘otherness’ of different opinions and rights and being just a soldier, a guard, who simply follows orders.   And that’s why it was so profound. So heroic on an ancient Greek scale. And so terribly sad, chilling to the core.