The soprano Joan Sutherland has never been convinced that much can be accomplished in a "so-called master class," as she explained in a 1998 interview. What can a visiting master say in just a half-hour or so of working with a young musician?
Still, that year, at the behest of the foundation run by her friend and colleague Marilyn Horne, Sutherland offered a master class to several young singers at the Juilliard Theater in New York.
Naturally, before hearing each vocalist, she wanted to learn something of their backgrounds and training. Only with that personal and professional context could she know how to evaluate their work.
So Sutherland was miffed when she asked the age of an Asian soprano who was up next, and the young woman demurred, laughing nervously and explaining that she preferred not to reveal it. "But you know my age," Sutherland replied. She muttered that this was quite strange but allowed the soprano to sing.
Sutherland was right. Fledgling sopranos typically keep acquiring technique and making vocal adjustments right through their twenties. Whether this student was 21 or 27 was significant information.
I would add that whether a young soprano was trained in Tokyo or Boston, whether she studied singing throughout her childhood or discovered her voice in a college choir, whether she is big-bodied or petite, loose-limbed or stiff: all of these factors are crucial to assessing an individual's gifts and needs.
In other words, whether you are a master teacher, an opera buff, a concertgoer, or a critic, knowing something of the background of the artist you are hearing will inevitably affect your perceptions.
The question of context surfaced recently in the scandalous story of Joyce Hatto, an English pianist who was born in 1928 and enjoyed a modestly successful career until a cancer diagnosis in 1970 forced her to retire from the concert stage. She died last year.
As has been widely reported, a series of recordings identified as Hatto's were released by a small CD label run by her husband, William Barrington-Coupe, starting in 1989. There were an astonishing 120 releases in all, including complete cycles of the Mozart, Beethoven, and Prokofiev sonatas. But last month, her husband, caught in an act of fraud, confessed that these CDs were performances he took from recordings by other pianists and marketed as Hatto's.
Critics who were fooled by this plagiarism have come in for ridicule, which is not entirely fair. The recorded performances fobbed off as Hatto's, whether by little-known artists or major pianists, were of high quality.
The critics and piano buffs who prized them were sold a false context: They thought they were hearing an overlooked and ailing artist who was enjoying a miraculous rebirth in the safety of the recording studio. Of course, more skeptical sorts would argue that the trumped-up story seemed too good to be true.
In any event, context should theoretically not matter, especially in instrumental music. A singer's voice is unique to that singer's body. But for all the strikingly different characteristics of various pianists, there is arguably a smaller number of variables involved, at least in certain repertory. Schumann's C major Fantasy is open to myriad interpretive approaches, but Rachmaninoff's Third Piano Concerto tends to go a certain way and requires a more specific kind of virtuosity and flair.



