Kostas Papazafeiropoulos :: Sonata op. 87 (2011)

I was waiting. Didn't know why I knew it would happen, as a few times now already, but I just did. And it did happen. The telephone rang. It happened to me a few times now, but trust me, my hands shaked. You never get used to it. And also this time no introduction. I realised that they never learned how to use the telephone. A relatively high voice, round, not calm, more or less excited, enthusiast I'd say, spoke to me:

'Who is that young Greek you're playing?'
'May I ask who I am talking to?'
He didn't answer, and went on as if he hadn't heard my question.
'He is quite good, you know.'
'Do you really...'
'Not as good as me of course, but that's not something you can blame him for. I'm the best.'
'Wolfgang?' I cautiously tried.
'He has time. Hopefully more than I had.'
I didn't ask any more, since the master seemed not to hear my questions. He sounded as if he was talking more to himself than to me.
'Has he written more?'
I was surprised, not by that question, but by the fact that he asked something. The tone of the conversation changed. Remember, I was talking to Mozart. How would you react?
'I asked you something. If he has written other things.'
'Have you heard the previous recordings?'
'No, slow connection. Last thing I heard was they were going to fix that. I'll check that out. But I mean other stuff. Bigger. You know.'
'Like symphonies?'
'To start with.'
'Well, what I know, Costas has written one symphony, which is really great music, I believe eight clavier concerti, out of which one for two pianos, dozens of sonatas, violin concerti and sonatas, one horn concerto, I believe a clarinet concerto, but I'm not sure, and several variations.'
'Yes, mister B. was talking about those.'
'Mister B? 'Beethoven?'
'Yes, but never mind, he is not that important.'
'You're kidding me.'
'No. And he does have fast internet. The idiot.'
'You two are not the best friends I hear.'
'Listen, where does this mister Kostas teach?'
'He is not teaching.'
'Pardon me? He is not teaching you say?'
'Why not?'

'Difficult question. I think the establishment doesn't like new music in that style. Only music that is so called new is accepted it seems.'
'Now you are kidding me.'
'I am not.'
'So you are saying that this gifted young man, again, he's not as good as I am, or was, is not teaching somewhere or to someone?'
'That's right. But listen, if you would make a phone call to some important influencers, maybe that would help.'
'I only have your number.'
'I can give you other numbers.'
'Nothing to write on here, either. No, listen, I have to go. Do you meet that mister Costas in the near future?'
'He is coming to Belgium. Probably end of this month.'
'Right. Good. Well, say him hello. And that he continues to do what he's doing. He will be great.'
'I think the same as you.'
'Fine. And don't forget to record something of my music, will you. It has been a long time. Although I must admit...'
He clearly hesitated as if he looked if someone was there.
'I must admit', he continued softer, 'that those partitas of Bach are incredible music. Wish I had written those.'
'You better had.'
'Not enough time.'
Than there was silence. And luckily we DO have a young Greek composer that can fill that silence with beauty. If even Mozart approves his music, who am I to correct that ?

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