This 
          recital, presented by The Anglo-Austrian Music 
          Society, was dedicated to Hedi Stadlen (née 
          Simon), philosopher, political activist and 
          musicologist, who died recently at the age 
          of 88. She was married to another Austrian 
          Jewish emigrant, the eminent pianist, musicologist 
          and music critic Peter Stadlen, who died eight 
          years ago. Owing to both we now know about 
          the correct intentions of Beethovenīs metronome 
          markings. 
        
        They 
          were inseparable as a couple. Having been 
          introduced to them at the ROH in the late 
          seventies, I remember vividly all the many 
          quite often short, but honest, deeply involving 
          but polite conversations we had before or 
          during the interval of a concert or a first 
          night at the opera  I could not imagine that 
          it would finally come to an end. Hedi Stadlen 
          did not have any musical background, but thanks 
          to her rich and fulfilled marriage she knew 
          more about music than most of us critics. 
          I personally miss her very much. Once she 
          said, and I quote from the inlet to the concert 
          program, "the contribution made by Hitlerīs 
          émigrés will be a good omen 
          that current waves of émigrés 
          from other tyrannies may be equally allowed 
          to enrich the cultural life of Great Britain." 
          One can only be ashamed of our current government.
        
        After 
          a short recollection of Hedi Stadlenīs life 
          by the Chairman of the Anglo-Austrian Music 
          Society the pretty and still only 25 years 
          old Romanian pianist Mihaela Ursuleasa, winner 
          of the Clara Haskil Competition in 1995, came 
          on stage. I had missed her London debut at 
          the South Bank in March 2002 and was, therefore, 
          eager to hear her play what, on paper, appeared 
          a promising program. Yet, despite showing 
          us her huge potential there were many general 
          shortcomings. 
        
        Her 
          playing turned out to be far too involved. 
          Sadly, her long black hair covered her face 
          too often, and when she got too intimate with 
          the music, or the instrument, or both, one 
          could no longer admire her `brilliantī mimicry. 
          Her entire posture gave the impression of 
          extreme tension, something she has to overcome 
          for her own futures sake. She started with 
          Beethovenīs 15 Variations and a Fugue in E 
          flat on an original theme, op.35, the Eroica 
          Variations. It is a warhorse with endless 
          differentiations in mood and character, but 
          despite the first enormous fff chord 
          in E flat, those Variations are still by Beethoven 
          and not by Liszt. Her phrasing possessed far 
          too many mannerisms and her interpretation 
          felt like a journey from volcanic energy to 
          boredom, from kitsch to Viennese `Heurigenī. 
          Her staccato, and also her fortissimo, are 
          painful and turned out to be merely an effect 
          without tonal expression.  Her pianissimo 
          is often hardly audible and the sound does 
          not sustain, but disappears at once. She plays 
          in extremes and with far too much use of the 
          right pedal. 
        
        All 
          of this did not help the dimension of the 
          four movements of Schubertīs rarely played 
          Sonata No.18 in G, D894 either. It was very 
          difficult to follow the structure of Schubertīs 
          intimate - and for his time - unusual thinking 
          because she extended Schubertīs spacious tempi 
          even further, and too often without the necessary 
          legato. She herself seemed very much involved, 
          but her interpretative skills did not involve 
          me. 
        
        After 
          the interval she surprised with the short, 
          but lively Sonata No.2 in G by Paul Hindemith, 
          a composer sadly neglected in this country. 
          She would have done this delicate work more 
          proud with less pedalling. Finally, with Prokofievīs 
          Sonata No.7, Op.83, the second of his three 
          `war sonatasī, Mihaela Ursuleasa was in her 
          element as a powerful player with great technical 
          abilities. The concluding Precipitato made 
          her jump up and down from her chair. Her recital 
          showed a healthy ego and an undoubted love 
          for making music, but not yet the humbleness 
          and surging honesty of her compatriots Clara 
          Haskil or Dinu Lipati in the music of these 
          composers. At the end she invited the audience 
          backstage to have her new privately manufactured 
          CD signed. Finally, she explained publicly, 
          why she choose the works she played. She loves 
          them all and she wanted to confront the audience 
          with works of extremes. It seems the audience 
          had not realised that. 
         Hans-Theodor 
          Wohlfahrt