Before a recording session, Harold would come to my house to see what I had made of his music. These were red-letter days. A visit from Harold was special - I would always ask friends to share the occasion. He was the most knowledgeable musician I have ever known. His enormous intellect is reflected in his music - his Sonatas, often playing for more than half an hour, are works of solid concentration of thought. Never in any sense imitative, they nevertheless reflect his love for, and championship of masters such as Brian, Reger, and Nielsen.
Truscott's music is often technically very demanding. He would look surprised when I pointed this out, but his disarming smile indicated he knew the problems full well. However, the problems always grew out of the music - all the notes are necessary. His ear and mind were too cultivated to allow waste.
Harold Truscott's humour, self- effasiveness, and lack of pomp endeared him to everyone. If he had been otherwise, he might have had greater success as a composer, but been a far less delightful man. In a country which can boast all too few major works for solo piano, the neglect of Truscott's Sonatas, not to mention his other music, is more than regrettable.Reuse content