The two concerts reviewed here were given in the Salle Érard on 21 March and 13 April 1841.
No one had ever dared put on these kinds of concert in Paris, and at such a price; to wit, seven pieces by Liszt filled the whole programme, with tickets at twenty francs. It makes one tremble! Many people found this project unseemly, extravagant, overweening! But the public came, not once but twice, and with even more eagerness the second time than the first. It found the seven pieces short, to the point of encoring one and demanding another which was not in the printed programme. His marvellous talent casts such a spell on people who are not particularly musical, his prestige is so great, he charms, he dazzles, he sweeps along with such grace, brilliance, and energy, that even those artists whose attitudes are almost hostile to him nevertheless go to hear him, applauding him with all their might, leaving the hall convinced of his vast superiority, regaining their settled opposition two hours later, and rushing again to hear him and applaud at the next opportunity.
It would certainly be pointless to look to an analysis of mechanical procedures for the secret of his power; even if in the domain of difficulty and the astonishment he engenders by his victories over it, Liszt is truly unrivalled, it seems obvious that the greatest power does not lie there. I find it in an intelligence that one might call divinatory, in an exquisite sensitivity, carried sometimes to excess, and which, if not kept under control, can, it's true, damage the rigorous performance of certain works which merely demand firm, broad-based, rectilinear execution, but which is also unique in lifting the artist to the heights of great, poetically inspired works.