CHOPIN by Martha ArgerichWhen Martha Argerich walked into the studio it was her dark, smouldering looks which first struck me. As soon as she arrived she asked for coffee; when I offered her a cup she gulped it down in one go and asked for more. I sat her in the studio with a large pot of coffee and went int the control room. At first, her hands moved casually over the keyboard as she tested the piano. Then she launched into Chopins PolonaiseOp. 53. I sat up in my chair with