Word: bache
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...West gos brownstone flat of her dearest friend, a' fat, good-natured girl with intellectual pretensions named Marsha Zelenko. Marsha lives with her parents in an apartment decorated with Mexican copper plates, Chinese screens and African masks. Papa Zelenko strums the balalaika: Mama Zelenko pounds out Bach on the piano. After Margie scores a hit in a Hunter College production of The Mikado, Marsha gets her a job as dramatic coach at a children's camp in the Adirondacks. Across the lake is an adult-resort camp named South Wind, and South Wind, Mama Morgenstern snorts, is nothing...
Piano Tuner Carmi is now devoting his whole life to his beloved little piano, has nearly finished a book about it and has arranged for seven more records, each devoted to a different musical period, from Bach to Debussy. He knows the piano's story is not yet done, but he has amply fulfilled his grandfather's mission...
...singing to help her through a dull and disappointing marriage, and it was not very long before young Bernard admitted "knowing much more about music than any of the great composers." He talked his way into a critic's job with a promise not to "write about Bach in B minor . . . I purposely vulgarized musical criticism, which was then [1888] refined and academic to the point of being unreadable...
Ansbach's Bach. The eighth annual Bach Week at Ansbach, Germany, brought a personal triumph to Manhattan Harpsichordist Ralph Kirkpatrick, 44. Facing a firm Teutonic conviction that only Germans can play Bach properly, Kirkpatrick made a bold decision. While he was playing his morning performance, word came that Guitarist Andres Segovia was sick and could not fill his engagement that evening. Kirkpatrick agreed to take over the spot, scheduled a finger-breaking program : the Italian Concerto, the Chromatic Fantasy and Fugue and the Goldberg Variations...
...fine baroque acoustics-and waited to see how Kirkpatrick would survive. Massive and leonine behind his shell rims, the harpsichordist filled the concerto with muted and lyrical brilliance, the fantasy with stringent clarity, the variations with authoritative grandeur. Then, dead tired, he faced the crowd of critical Bach addicts, smiled like a boy as they cheered, clapped and stamped on the floor with enthusiasm...