Scriabin plays his own Poem, op.32, no.1

This a a piece I fell in love with after I heard Ruth Laredo play it. I took it to my piano teacher (Carroll Chilton) who said it was beyond my ability. I said I didn’t care, he said “you ARE stubborn, ok, try it.” And I learned to play it. All the luscious inner voices and cross rhythms were intoxicating.

I stumbled across a recording of Scriabin playing it himself. The recording is scratchy, and at best a document, but the performance IS interesting.