On Sat, 23 May 2020 19:00:48 -0500, Christopher A. Lee
Post by Christopher A. Lee
On Sat, 23 May 2020 16:46:59 -0700 (PDT), Oko tillo
Post by Oko tillo
Post by Ivan The Terrible Post by Ivan The Terrible
This one was written by Sergei Rachmaninoff, my favorite composer
My Russian Heritage comes clear in my choice of music. I prefer the
Eastern European composers. I also like Dvorak and Chopin.
No Shostakovich? The string quartets are amazing.
One of my musical memories, is of Maxim Shostakovich conducting one of
the Russian orchestras on tour, at London's Royal Festival Hall circa
1972, It was the world premiere of his father's fifteenth symphony
outside Russia, with the great Dmitri taking the applause from the
Royal box. I'll never forget the little old man giving stiff little
bows to acknowledge it.
And speaking of memorable little old men, one of my late wife's
happiest memories was of going to a recital when she was 16. The
recitalist was Arthur Rubinstein, and the house was so oversold that
folding chairs had been placed onstage around the piano; Ann was
sitting just behind Rubinstein's right elbow so she could watch his
fingering at close range. The music was of course wonderful, but the
strongest visual memory she had was of his hands: they were tiny.
Yet he could reach more than an octave, because he had so stretched
the skin between his thumbs and forefingers that hanging flaps formed
whenever his hands were closed.
Those hands remind me of Robert Schumann's, destroyed, according to
report, by a mechanical device he used to improve finger strength and
flexibility (though syphilitic neuropathy cannot be ruled out--Clara
must have been _so_ pleased). Unable to continue as a virtuoso
pianist, he concentrated on composition until he went mad (probably
that ol' syphilitic neuropathy again).
aa #2278 Never mind "proof." Where is your evidence?
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