Wishing all of you a very Merry Christmas and a wonderful 2013.
I watched Loving Miss Hatto on BBC 1 with great interest last night. The drama was written by Victoria Wood and inspired by the story of Joyce Hatto; the now infamous concert pianist whose husband apparently masterminded many of her later recordings by using those of other artists. Whilst the play was beautifully written and no doubt fairly accurate, the overriding sense of disappointment and shame left me rather depressed.
Joyce Hatto appears to have started out in the profession in the same way as many pianists; she was a promising young player giving lots of concerts, some of them in noted concert halls including the Wigmore Hall. She worked as an orchestral rehearsal pianist and made some early recordings including Sir Arnold Bax’s Symphonic Variations conducted by Vernon Handley with the Guildford Philharmonic Orchestra.
Joyce married William Barrington-Coupe, a British record producer in 1956. Barrie, as he was known, seems to have been determind to make Joyce a star and set about this huge undertaking by arranging many concerts and recitals for her around the UK. Joyce achieved some success but increasingly taught the piano and was eventually diagnosed with cancer so stopped playing altogether. It was during this time that Barrie decided to revive his wife’s career by making her into a recording artist of note. Over 100 Hatto recordings surfaced, many to great critical acclaim.
Over time, suspicion arose about the authenticity of the recordings and it transpired that Barrie had used sections of various other celebrated pianist’s recordings and pieced them together; a very clever strategy but not one that would stand the test of time. Barrie maintained Joyce never knew about his endeavours, but many believe she was well aware of what was going on. Joyce succumbed to cancer in 2006 and received a glowing obituary in the Guardian.
I find this all very sad. Most artists would be mortified by such deception. I’m sure psychologists would have a field day with Hatto’s feelings towards her career, however, there are many in this profession who feel as she did; dejected and unfulfilled.
Music is a hazardous career choice to say the least; disappointments are rife and a thick skin is very necessary. Hopes and aspirations sometimes blur the lines between dreams and reality. Hatto’s husband may have stooped to a new low in his fraudulent behaviour but he did so to please his wife in the hope that he may finally make her happy. Success in this profession frequently depends merely on a lucky break; there are many wonderful musicians who enjoy limited or little popularity. It’s so easy to forget this fact and dismal stories such as this serve to remind us all just what a demanding profession music can be, both physically and emotionally.
Hatto has certainly entered the history books although unfortunately for the wrong reasons; her career may eventually be known as the greatest hoax in classical music.