An outstanding pianist, composer and producer, Leszek Moz.dz.er is widely considered to be the greatest revelation of the Polish jazz of the last decade. Born in 1971, he has been playing the piano since the age of five. He has covered every stage of the formal education until graduating from the Gdan'sk Academy of Music named after Stanis?aw Moniuszko in 1996. He became interested in jazz relatively late - in the last grade - when he was 18. He was introduced into jazz in the band of Emil Kowalski, a clarinet player, but his proper start took place at the first rehearsal with a band called Mi?os'c' (Love) back in 1991. One year later, he received an individual award at the International Jazz Competition Jazz Juniors '92 held in Krako'w. He was also a member of the Zbigniew Namys?owski Quartet. In the poll organized among Jazz Forum readers Moz.dz.er was voted the Most Promising Musician of the year 1993 and 1994, the Best Jazz Pianist - each year since 1994 till present as well as the Musician of the Year 1995 and 1996.
I hear the phone ringing. I pick it up. A Low Voice with a characteristic metallic lustre offers me to take part in a solo piano recording in Holland as soon as possible. "I am really good at it"- the Voice tries to convince me. I can't manage to get the number for more than a week. "I'll call and give it to you tomorrow", I hear the invariable Voice. I follow the instructions. A coach to Rotterdam. Crumpled and hesitant, I get off on a square bathing in the afternoon sun where a man going white, with somewhat demonic face is waiting for me. His narrow eyes penetrate me. We get in the car. So far I only know we are recording in a chapel of a monastery. It looks it's going to be interesting. After a short essential talk, a silence falls. I calm down, as I get tired by superficial talks, and the silence soothes me. I like silent people, which is probably why I instantly took to Leszek Blach Siewierski.
We reach our destination. High, solid walls made of dark red brick. At the front a large font, in the middle of the chapel, in the place of the altar - a shiny Steinway. I sit at the keyboard to strike the first chord - a fine, full tone sinking in the echo, which had been soaking by people's prayers for hundreds of years, instantly raises my mood. I run my fingers on the keyboard - each key perfectly balanced, the keyboard even, not too deep, still rather heavy. I like them that way best.
I took some pencils and rubbers from Poland. I scatter them all on the strings curious if they sound the same as at home. They sound better... (Excerpt from attached booklet)