To my knowledge, Artur Schnabel and Eduard Erdmann were the first pianists to play Schubert's last three sonatas in one evening. After one of my own performances of this wonderful, if strenuous, program, a Viennese newspaper pronounced that even if I, as somebody who had turned his back on Vienna, wanted to deny the fact, I must have 'experienced' these pieces while I was resident in Schubert's city. How Schubert's sonatas, his Winterreise and Heine songs, the Mass in E flat or the String Quintet, could be 'experienced' in Vienna these days was not disclosed. Not that Schubert had ever been the kind of regional musician that a cosmopolitan like Busoni chose to see in him. There is no shortage of elements in his music that came from outside the boundaries of his city: we detect a Hungarian flavor in the finale of the B flat sonata, Bohemian dances (polka and sousedská) in the third of his Posthumous Pieces, and even a tarantella in the macabre finale of the C minor sonata that relates in spirit much less to Schubert's painter friends Kupelwieser and Schwind than to the black fantasies of Goya (who, incidentally, also died in 1828).
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