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As
an established concert pianist, Cyril Smith was accustomed to overcoming the
routine obstacles that inevitably arose during performances in England.
In
1937 he was invited by the British Council to undertake a six-week swing
through Denmark, Sweden, Austria, Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Yugoslavia and
Romania. With the honor of his first tour of the Continent came the
responsibility of representing all British musicians, which became a challenge
when he encountered a remarkable piano.
By
the time he arrived in the Romanian city of Cernauti, winter cold had set in
with a vengeance. The piano he was to play was kept in an unheated room in a
music shop, tuned just before the concert, and then brought into the warmth of
the opera house. When Smith began playing, it became apparent that an hour or
two of heat had stretched the strings enough to drop the pitch three semitones.
The first piece was in C Major, but sounded like A Major.
The
result was what Smith termed “an agonizing evening”.
The
last piece on the program was a polonaise by contemporary composer Arthur
Bliss, and Smith recalled that “this very modern composition sounded like
nothing on earth on my flat piano”. The performance was not the desired
representation of British music and musicians.
When
the end of the concert finally came, the entire audience stood up and hissed.
Smith
beat a retreat to the exit, but in the wings somebody intercepted him and
pushed him back onto the stage. Even though he sympathized with the displeased
crowd, or mob as it now seemed to be, Smith said that he had no desire to go
back out and face them again. Then someone explained that the audience wasn’t
hissing, but shouted “Bis!” by which they meant “Encore!” So with
mixed emotions, Smith returned to do battle with the piano again.
Cyril
Smith tells the story in his 1958 reminiscence, Duet for Three Hands.
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