A Humid Recital

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A Humid Recital Stirs Bangkok

This review by Kenneth Langbell appeared in the English Language Bangkok
Post. It was made available by Martin Bernheimer of the Los Angeles Times.

THE RECITAL last evening in the chamber music room of the Erawan Hotel by
US Pianist Myron Kropp, the first appearance of Mr. Kropp in Bangkok, can
only be described by this reviewer and those who witnessed Mr. Kropp's
performance as one of the most interesting experiences in a very long time.

A hush fell over the room as Mr. Kropp appeared from the right of the
stage, attired in black formal evening-wear with a small white poppy in his
lapel. With sparse, sandy hair, a sallow complexion and a deceptively frail
looking frame, the man who has repopularized Johann Sebastian Bach
approached  the Baldwin Concert Grand, bowed to the audience and placed
himself upon the stool.

It might be appropriate to insert at this juncture that many pianists,
including Mr. Kropp, prefer a bench, maintaining that on a screw-type stool
they sometimes find themselves turning sideways during a particularly
expressive strain. There was a slight delay, in fact, as Mr Kropp left the
stage briefly, apparently in search of a bench, but returned when informed
that there was none.

AS I HAVE mentioned on several other occasions, the Baldwin Concert grand,
while basically a fine instrument, needs constant attention, particularly
in a climate such as Bangkok. This is even more true when the instrument is
as old as the one provided in the chamber music room of the Erawan Hotel.
In this humidity, the felts, which separate the white keys from the black,
tend to swell, causing an occasional key to stick, which apparently was the
case last evening with the D in the second octave. During the "raging
storm" section of the D-Minor Toccata and Fugue, Mr. Kropp must be
complimented for putting up with the awkward D. However, by the time the
"storm" was past and he had gotten into the Prelude and Fugue in D Major,
in which the second octave D plays a major role, Mr. Kropp's patience was
wearing thin. Some who attended the performance later questioned whether
the awkward key justified some of the language which was heard coming from
the stage during softer passages of the fugue. However, one member of the
audience, who had sent his children out of the room by the midway point of
the fugue, had a valid point when he commented over the music and
extemporaneous remarks of Mr. Kropp that the workman who had greased the
stool might have done better to use some of the grease on the second octave
D.

Indeed, Mr. Kropp's stool had more than enough grease and during one
passage in which the music and lyrics were both particularly violent, Mr.
Kropp was turned completely around. Whereas before his remarks had been
aimed largely at the piano and were therefore somewhat muted, to his
surprise and that of those in the chamber music room he found himself
addressing himself directly to the audience.

BUT SUCH THINGS do happen, and the person who began to laugh deserves to be
severely reprimanded for this undignified behavior. Unfortunately, laughter
is contagious, and by the time it had subsided and the audience had
regained its composure Mr. Kropp appeared somewhat shaken. Nevertheless, he
swiveled himself back into position facing the piano and, leaving the D
Major Fugue unfinished, commenced on the Fantasia and Fugue in G Minor. Why
the concert grand piano's G key in the third octave chose that particular
time to begin sticking I hesitate to guess.

However, it is certainly safe to say that Mr. Kropp himself did nothing to
help matters when he began using his feet to kick the lower portion of the
piano instead of operating the pedals as is generally done. Possibly it was
this jarring or the un-Bach-like hammering to which the sticking keyboard
was being subjected. Something caused the right front leg of the piano to
buckle slightly inward, leaving the entire instrument listing at
approximately a 35-degree angle from that which is normal. A gasp went up
from the audience, for if the piano had actually fallen several of Mr.
Kropp's toes if not both his feet, would surely have been broken.

It was with a sigh of relief therefore, that the audience saw Mr. Kropp
slowly rise from his stool and leave the stage. A few men in the back of
the room began clapping and when Mr. Kropp reappeared a moment later it
seemed he was responding to the ovation. Apparently, however, he had left
to get a red-handled fire ax which was hung back stage in case of fire, for
that was what was in his hand.

MY FIRST REACTION at seeing Mr. Kropp begin to chop at the left leg of the
grand piano was that he was attempting to make it tilt at the same angle as
the right leg and thereby correct the list. However, when the weakened legs
finally collapsed altogether with a great crash and Mr. Kropp continued to
chop, it became obvious to all that he had no intention of going on with
the concert. The ushers, who had heard the snapping of piano wires and
splintering of sounding board from the dining room, came rushing in and,
with the help of the hotel manager, two Indian watchmen and a passing
police corporal, finally succeeded in disarming Mr. Kropp and dragging him
off the stage, thus ending one of the most memorable musical experiences of
the season.