Really, thank goodness for Marc-Andre Hamelin. A player of such terminator-like technique that it completely disappears as an issue in the rendition of the music, a performer of such calmness and lack of pretense, and a promoter of repertoire that I had no idea even existed. Today, I was lucky to learn about Leo Ornstein, a composer who straddled the 19th, 20th and 21st centuries, one of many who shied away from their early fire towards a later neo-romanticism, and one of the lucky few whose obscurity was reversed during their own lifetime.
Danse Sauvage (1913)
Impressions of the Thames (1920)
Suicide in an Airplane (1918/9)