‘I’m a “civilian”, I have no musical education,’ says Jakub Piątek, director of Pianoforte, a documentary about some of the participants in the 18th Chopin Competition that went on to win an Emmy. ‘Despite that, the competition has always been a phenomenon to me. Every five years, I have the sense that the whole of Poland “tunes in” to this event. It’s when we fortunately abandon our national football team to instead discuss scherzos and mazurkas. It enters into everyday life: you land at Chopin Airport, get into a taxi, and the driver suddenly starts telling you how he once drove Ivo Pogorelich.’
In 2005, when Rafał Blechacz won the 15th Competition, I too was a ‘civilian’, with no clue about classical music. Even so, I remember the media and national commotion, reminiscent of the atmosphere after a World Cup medal for the Polish team. Five years later, I had learnt how to listen to Chopin thanks to radio broadcasts. During the 17th edition, I was in the audience a few times, although I still followed some of the stages on YouTube, and finally, for the 18th edition, I watched almost the whole thing inside the Philharmonic building. With each subsequent edition, I get the impression that Warsaw lives Chopin more intensely. Queues for passes – a scarce commodity, since tickets sell out instantly on the day of release – grow longer and longer. Waiting in those lines is often doomed to failure from the start, but people still stand there: from the crack of dawn for the morning auditions, from noon for the evening sessions. That winding queue, lashed by rain and wind, is where citizens of the International Republic of Chopin from all over the globe rub shoulders. Languages and time zones mingle, and heated debates on polonaise interpretations blend with tips on how to survive the Polish autumn’s typical weather.
Traces of Chopin’s global republic can be found in the most unexpected places. Conversations about interpretative nuances were overheard in the Vietnamese bistro Toàn Phở right next to the Philharmonic. There, four students from Warsaw Polytechnic were commenting on the concerts with verve: two former music-school pupils and two who had let themselves be dragged out to a ‘boring concert’, only to become unexpectedly engrossed in the rivalry. On another occasion, riding the metro in far-flung Bródno, one passenger caught my eye because they were absorbed in the Chopin Courier, the daily magazine distributed at the Philharmonic during the competition.
Since getting into the hall bordered on a miracle, the city created its own stands. Broadcasts were watched in trendy cafés, bars and even at the Museum of King Jan III’s Palace at Wilanów. A particularly special fan zone sprang up at Bar Studio in the Palace of Culture and Science – there, the final auditions, thanks to an initiative by pianist Emilia Sitarz, were made accessible with live commentary for d/Deaf people.
‘The Chopin Competition is a global-scale phenomenon. Even when compared with giants such as the Queen Elisabeth Competition or the Van Cliburn, the Warsaw event is something “off the scale”,’ says Jakub Piątek, who documented last year’s competition again, this time for a Netflix documentary series. ‘Many participants experience a shock here. They walk onto the stage in the first round and see a full house. At other competitions, at that point there’s a handful of people in the auditorium, mostly family members, and the crowds only arrive for the finals. The hall here is full from the very beginning.’
Do we really need the Chopin Competition?