Cultural artifacts of the utmost significance often hang by a
delicate thread, a random word, a trick of destiny. The recordings
presented here had as much chance of survival as the treasure
of an Egyptian tomb. This legacy of the artistry of Ignace Tiegerman
(1893-1968) exists solely through accidental discoveries and the
dedication of a few individuals who understood the pianist's importance.
The reclamation of this nearly lost artist began by chance in
1980, when I was commencing work on a biography of the legendary
pianist Ignaz Friedman. Information was meagre: One biographical
pamphlet from the 1920's (later proven to have been authored by
Friedman himself) included a photo of his daughter Lydia. During
the summer of 1980, the pianist Nikita Magaloff gave a Chopin
recital in Rome, outdoors at the Capitoline, playing over the
traffic's din. On the hunt and following a sudden impulse, I sent
a note of inquiry to Magaloff backstage did he know the
whereabouts of Ignaz Friedman's daughter? After the concert, almost
miraculously, he provided the crucial information that led me
straight to Mme. Lydia Walder who, with her family, spent summers
in her father's villa in Siusi, a village in the Italian Dolomites
high above Bolzano. At our first meeting, Mme. Walder said, "Do
you know Tiegerman? He was a pupil of Papà's a Polish
Jew who lived in Cairo. Papà said he was the greatest talent
he ever worked with." Fifteen successive years of research
indicate that Papà had never again accorded such praise
to another pianist.
No commercial recordings existed of Tiegerman and his name went
unmentioned in memoirs and music reference works. Concert reviews
in German music journals from 1908 until the late 1920's referred
to a "young-blooded Pole, student of Friedman's" whose
technical perfection was coupled with a certain "emotional
violence." Walter Niemann, a noted Leipzig critic who reviewed
a 1913 recital, drew attention to Tiegerman's "deep personality,
passion and imagination," calling him "the pianistic
hope of the recent generation, perhaps the most shining."
If Friedman and the critics were correct, a master musician had
vanished. Would his pianism ever be heard again? What could be
learned of his art and his life?
Writing in an April 1987 article for the magazine House and Garden
on his youth in Cairo, author and literary scholar Edward Said
recalled Ignace Tiegerman, his piano teacher and friend. In private,
Said mentioned that despite later musical studies with five eminent
pedagogues at The Juilliard School and in Boston, "all rolled
into one [they] didn't equal Tiegerman's pinkie." Said would
reappear years later to play a role in our saga not unlike the
Rosetta Stone.
While searching Australia in 1988 for surviving pupils of Friedman's,
I learned of a Tiegerman pupil living near New York Nevine
Miller, daughter of King Farouk's prime minister. She describes
Tiegerman as a consummate musician gifted with uncanny insight.
Miller left Egypt in 1948 to study in Paris with Marguerite Long,
the esteemed French pianist who had premiered Ravel's Concerto
in G and coached with Debussy and Fauré. After Tiegerman,
she said, Long was disappointing.
In 1993, Edward Said unexpectedly phones with news that he had
located a tape of Tiegerman on a recent trip to Egypt, but Said
soon falls ill and is unable to copy the recording. Meanwhile,
as this writer was preparing a CD of Friedman's colleague Severin
Eisenberger, his daughter Agnes Eisenberger locates a cache of
manuscripts that had been given to her father. It contains the
Reverie viennoise by Tiegerman, dedicated to Eisenberger during
Tiegerman's 1928 visit to New York as accompanist to the violinist
Zlatko Balokovic (a time coinciding with Vladimir Horowitz's debut
recitals.)
Milan, summer of 1995: Marco Contini, archivist and record producer,
recalls the exceptional musicians who fled Egypt in 1956 for Italy,
especially the conductor Oreste Campisi, who had recently passed
away. Campisi once gave Contini a tape recording from his Cairo
years, marked "Brahms Second Concerto" in pencil. "Wouldn't
it be something if Tiegerman were the soloist," I muse. In
French, a radio announcer soon states that he was.
Only the first two movements survive, but they reveal Tiegerman's
playing as transcending interpretation, rather seeking a rebirth
of the work. Campisi's masterly conducting is attuned to the soloist's
conception. It became imperative to locate whatever remained of
Tiegerman's art.
How to grasp Tiegerman's aesthetics? Perhaps a clue would emerge
from Polish literature and poetry. It is known, for example, that
Friedman adored The Peasants by the Nobel laureate novelist Wladislaw
Reymont. After the eclipse of late Romantic poets such as Konopnicka
or Tetmayer, whose texts Friedman set to music, Polish literature
became transformed by the Skamander group, by Bruno Schulz, Witold
Gombrowicz, and Stanislaw Witkiewicz. Schulz, a native of Drohobycz,
Poland, wrote with layers of imagery and overwhelming expression,
the final gasp of pre-war Poland before its destruction. Was Tiegerman
influenced too by these phases of Polish culture? At this time,
an obsession took hold: Where in Poland did Tiegerman come from?
For some reason, this missing detail seemed an essential clue
to understand him.
Genoa, August 1995: Bice Costa has found letters written by her
late husband Mieczyslaw Horszowski's mother in Vienna to his father
in Lwow. One, dated June 15, 1903, mentions a student recital
at Leschetizky's: "Tiegermann has also made a lot of progress
and is studying with Friedman [then Leschetizky's assistant]."
New York, September 1995: Edward Said mentions an upcoming concert
by Henri Barda, a Parisian pianist whom he singles out as Tiegerman's
finest pupil. Barda plays the Chopin Barcarolle with a grandeur
and monumentality emanating from a heightened sense of narrative.
This brilliant pianist had recorded the three Chopin Sonatas for
Calliope, a CD which won a prestigious prize for Chopin interpretation
from the Chopin Association of Warsaw, an honor which would have
given his teacher great satisfaction. Afterwards, Barda acknowledges
Tiegerman as having given him his musical language. At the concert,
Said motions towards a nearby man: "He's the one who gave
me the Tiegerman tape; go talk to him." Selim Sednaoui, from
Cairo, offers to find the original tapes which were recorded by
a fellow Tiegerman pupil who is "either in Egypt or Kuwait."
(The tape turns out to be of Tiegerman's last appearance in public
and of several solos played on another occasion. The Saint-Saëns
5th Concerto is incomplete, the tape ending in the middle of the
second movement.)
Barda had photographed Tiegerman in Kitzbuhel, where his teacher
rested at his summer cottage. Indicating one photo (reproduced
on our booklet cover), Barda noted "his eyes, they would
go right through you like knives!" He recalled Tiegerman's
tyrannical rages when a pupil was less than prepared at a lesson:
Often his studio door would swing open, the music would fly out,
soon followed by the student.
Newton, Massachusetts, June 1996: At Barda's suggestion, I meet
Nini Perlo, a pupil of Tiegerman who knew him for over twenty
years. She is visibly shaken by the memory of her teacher. Perlo
believes a niece of Tiegerman's might be still living. In her
eighties, Perlo actively teaches surgeons request her lessons
at dawn so that they may later operate alertly and with inner
calm.
Paris, July 1996: Barda provides a copy of Tiegerman's Egyptian
tape which Said had originally mentioned. It is as important as
the Brahms concerto performance. One year later, Ramzi Yassa,
a pianist from Cairo based in Paris, provides a copy one step
nearer to the missing original recording, containing the entire
Saint-Saëns concerto.
Geneva, November 1996: Nina Walder, Ignaz Friedman's grand-daughter,
uncovers a Tiegerman photo and letter to her mother signed "Tiger."
She recalls visiting Cairo with her mother in 1960, and the roaring
laughter of Tiegerman and Lydia. It was to be their last meeting.
Corsham Court, England, December 1996: James Methuen-Campbell,
author of Chopin Playing, From the Composer to the Present Day,
mentions a Dr. Zygmunt Herschdoerfer, living outside London, who
had spoken of Tiegerman nearly a decade ago. As the doctor is
said to be somewhat shy, he urges that I write first.
London, December 1996: I phone Dr. Herschdoerfer's home. A woman
answers and informs me that her husband died three years earlier:
"What is it that you want?"
"Tiegerman..."
"Oh, I knew Tiegerman a little, he came from my town. I am
from Drohobycz. Have you heard of it?"
"Did you know Bruno Schulz?"
"He was a relative by marriage. I worked in the Judenrat
in the Drohobycz ghetto. One day a man came running in to warn
us not to go outside, that something terrible was about to happen.
We heard a shot and I looked out the window. Schulz lay dead on
the street."
Tiegerman was one year younger than Schulz. Did they know one
another? Their link to Drohobycz helps explain an enigmatic quality
both shared, a visionary use of expressivity which gave their
work a quality of revelation and completeness.
Mrs. Herschdoerfer adds, "I know two of Tiegerman's cousins
in Paris."
Baltimore, Spring 1997: Dr. Stephen Papastephanou, another of
Tiegermn's pupils, is located. His retentive, factual memory allows
him to recall Tiegerman's advice verbatim. Many details of his
pedagogy emerge.
Paris, June 1997: Celine Tirst, Tiegerman's octogenarian first
cousin, offers invaluable information on their family. Tirst and
her elder sister also knew Schulz, who had been their drawing
teacher.
Cairo, August 1997: Meetings with Prince Hassan Aziz Hassan, Tiegerman's
pupil and close friend. He once uncovered a canceled passport,
the only extant document containing Tiegerman's date of birth.
Egyptian radio, he reports, erased all of the pianist's broadcast
tapes. Uncatalogued material may exist alongside politically sensitive
tapes but access is forbidden. Through the invaluable assistance
of Barda, Sednaoui, and the Cairo-based journalist Samir Raafat,
other contacts are located in London, Paris, Lausanne, Kuwait,
and elsewhere.
Connecticut, Fall 1997: Pauline Hungerford and Thomas Stamback
grant access to Bruce Hungerford's photo archive and papers. Letters
and slides of Tiegerman emerge.
Kuwait, October 1998: Dr. Samir Kamel, who had recorded Tiegerman's
1963 farewell recital, returns to Cairo and locates the reel in
an unheated storage room. He consigns it, along with two unmarked
tapes, to Selim Sednaoui, who carries them to Paris from where
they are mailed. One tape contains an hour of Chopin the
playing is otherworldly. Friedman was right.
"Just as we had finished eating, a little elderly man, with something of the bird-like build of Carl Friedberg [a Brahms pupil and Hungerford's teacher] got up from a table across the room and asked me if I were Mr. Hungerford. He said he was a musician, but his name I didn't catch and he told me he had enjoyed the concert the night before very much. He said he was coming to the last concert on Saturday and could he come back and speak with me in the interval? I put the squash on this straight away as I told him I can never see anyone during the interval of a concert. It suddenly occurred to me that as he was a musician he might perhaps know something about Ignaz Friedman's best pupil, Ignace Tiegerman, whom I knew had gone to Egypt in the 1930's and founded a school of music. I heard Friedman mention him once and Mrs. Shute in Utica, who had studied with Friedman in Berlin, used to talk about Tiegerman as being Ignaz's very best pupil.
"So I said to the old chap, 'Do you by any chance know Ignace Tiegerman?' and he said 'Zat is myself!' I told him I also had been with Friedman and believe me his eyes lit up. The waiter brought his (T's) dinner over to our table and we sat and talked for half an hour. His home is at Helwan, about 20 miles south of Cairo, where there are ancient mineral springs, and he comes in to Cairo 6 days a week to teach, starting at noon. He told me he was a child prodigy and his mother took him to Leschetizky in Vienna when he was 10. Leschetizky put him with Friedman, then 21, who had just made his debut in Vienna with the Tchaikovsky Concerto and had the city at his feet.
"Mr. Tiegerman told me that as the years went on Friedman became always more and more bored with playing the piano and did less and less practicing so that by the 1930's his playing had begun to go downhill. Even in the 1920's in Berlin, T. said that Friedman would do his practicing while reading the newspaper propped up on the music rack.
"Mr. Tiegerman came to the last concert, on Saturday, and the Naffs said he was wildly excited as I was playing the Chopin Sonata. Joan said they could see him across the aisle and he was standing up in his seat some of the time, gesticulating to 2 of his pupils who were sitting next to him. He was very excited too when he came back to see me afterwards. "
A friendship grew between Hungerford and Tiegerman, and Hungerford
was invited to dine and practice at the conservatory. When Hungerford
left Egypt to perform in Europe, a letter from Tiegerman arrived:
Helwan, 15 XII. 66
Dear Bruce,
I am ashamed to tell you, that shortly after arriving here, I contracted again a bad flu & I am obliged to stay in Helwan now since 2 weeks. This may explain you why I didn't thank you sooner for your letter & the pictures.
I was very happy to receive such good news & it makes me a particular pleasure to hear that your concerts have been so successful. The Gewandhaus Concerts are probably now as important as they used to be longtime before. At the time it was considered as a great honour to play as soloist there.
Friedman must have been feeling so in 1916, when he played [Chopin's] Andante Spianato & Polonaise [orchestrated by Scharwenka, along with Palmgren's 'Der Fluß' Concerto] under Arthur Nikisch's direction. I remember that he asked me to accompany him to Leipzig for this occasion. Mrs. F. who was naturally there too insisted I should come to the artist room to congratulate F. But I refused it being too shy to be presented to Nikisch.
. . . I have not much to say about my life here. I have all kind of unpleasant things to settle. A lot of disorder due to my complete ignorance in these matters. As Christmas is approaching I am sending you, my dear friend, all my warmest wishes & a Happy successful New Year!
Cordially yours,
Ignace
Hungerford's visit to Egypt in 1967 was interrupted by the outbreak
of the war with Israel. Tiegerman continued to teach and cope
with asthma and failing health. With "a strange look in his
eyes," he told a pupil in 1968 that he would die that year.
In May he was operated on for a prostate tumor, but his surgeons
hadn't mastered a new technique which they tried on Tiegerman,
causing his rapid decline. Laila Orabi, a pupil, arrived at the
hospital every morning, staying at his side until Prince Hassan
would appear and remain with Tiegerman into the night, feeding
him by hand grapes and apple slices. His two most devoted friends,
both Moslems, sat with him until death came one week after the
surgery.
Hassan and other pupils sought from the government a gesture of
recognition or concern to the dying artist who had taught nearly
one thousand pianists and had established for over thirty years
a school on a par with Europe's foremost conservatories. Hassan
recalls how Dr. Okasha's office dispatched "an unimportant
man, a low-level functionary who was an Egyptian Moslem and who
knew absolutely nothing whatsoever about Tiegerman. He came into
the hospital room, and upon seeing Tiegerman, immediately fell
to his knees and, kneeling at his bedside, kissed his hand. In
an instant, he understood who Tiegerman was." And death came
on May 31, 1968.
A niece, originally named Vyszia Rosenthal, arrived from Brno
(Czechoslovakia) and settled Tiegerman's estate. Since her husband
was an official under the Communist regime, it is believed that
he had changed their family name: perhaps she may still be located,
as she may have her uncle's music, letters, and possibly other
recordings by him. Some claim that his cook Beshir had either
inherited or had taken his possessions. He was buried in the Bassatine
Jewish cemetery, but refugees from the Sinai Peninsula who came
to Cairo after the 1967 war moved into the cemeteries near Ma'adi,
often overturning or demolishing the stones, and the whereabouts
of Tiegerman's grave and personal papers remain a mystery.
Four of Tiegerman's recordings were made by Oreste Campisi in
an Italian studio some two years before his death (Brahms; Field).
The remaining performances were recorded off the air or in private
by Dr. Samir Kamel and Oreste Campisi. Other radio recordings
by Tiegerman were frequently broadcast yet remain lost: Rachmaninoff's
2nd Concerto, the entire Brahms B-flat concerto, Chopin's E-minor
concerto, Saint-Saëns's 2nd Concerto, and Bach's Partita
in B flat.
Henri Barda recorded Tiegerman's Meditation especially for this
publication. After Tiegerman, Barda worked with Lazare Levy in
Paris, and later with Beveridge Webster in New York. Barda has
taught in Japan and now lives in Paris, where he is currently
on the faculty of the Paris Conservatoire.
At the beginning of the 20th century, a Viennese archive acquired
an Edison cylinder machine and recorded Brahms's acquaintances;
they were requested only to speak, but for some reason, having
them play or sing was not considered. Tiegerman's teacher, Theodor
Leschetizky (1830-1915), recited his artistic credo in stanzas:
Kein Leben ohne Kunst,
keine Kunst ohne Leben.
[There is no life without art, no art without life.]
Man gewinnt nicht der Menschen Herzen
[One doesn't win people's hearts]
Nur mit skaleläufen und schnellen Terzen,
[only with scales and fast thirds,]
Wohl aber mit edler Gesangweise,
[but with noble singing,]
Hell und kräftig, und sanft und leise.
[clear and strong, softly and piano.]
Nicht mit Skalen und Terzen
[Not with scales and thirds]
Gewinnt man der Menschen Herzen,
[does one win people's hearts,]
Wohl aber mit schönem Sang,
[but with beautiful song,]
Tiefem Sinn und edlem Klang.
[deep feeling, and noble tone.]
- Allan Evans © 1999
The following excerpt is drawn from Royal Days in Egypt: 1804-1952.
A Family Memoir. This unpublished manuscript is reproduced
here through the kind permission of its author, Prince Hassan
Aziz Hassan.
I was privileged to come into contact with a person whose personal merits remain for me a wonder of human realization. Ignace Tiegerman, I write his name with music in my ears, was of poor health and because of this and his fondness for the country, he settled down in Cairo where he created with other gifted musicians a musical academy, the Conservatoire Tiegerman. A small frail man with an astonishing resemblance to Horowitz, he had an indomitable spirit and enormous pride and dignity. It was extraordinary to hear all the different emotions that came pouring out of his superb piano playing, but which were always tempered by his perfect sense of style and taste. In everyday life he showed the same critical criterions in the choice of an oriental prayer rug, an early painting by Macrese, or an old Arab chest. He would sometimes invite me to share his lunch and by adding something quite simple to a very ordinary dish, he would turn it into a new and interesting piece of cuisine. His sense of humour was always present, mordant, sardonic, but also delightful. Once when I had played a rather tricky passage of Chopin's to his liking, he turned to me and said: "Vous avez joué ça comme le fils naturel de Cortot!" [You have played that like the true son of Cortot!] Real compliments were few and far between and his temper when roused was equally memorable and scathing; he was renowned for it and everybody stood a bit in awe of him. One day when I arrived obviously unprepared for a lesson, he just said quite loudly as if talking to himself: "Really, I am a most unfortunate person never to have had a gifted pupil!" I think music to him was sacred and to arrive unprepared at a lesson was admitting a kind of lack of faith. He died in Cairo of a painful illness that he bore with fortitude but it was pitiful to watch that already frail body shrink on the last day almost to the size of a child.
To those that have known him he has become something of a cult, and when they meet they feel a bond in common like people who have undergone a great experience together.