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Shure is a pianist who likes his music meaty. At this Dudley House recital he cose to assault two of the most awesome pinnacles of the piano literature, the Schubert Sonata in Bb, Op. posthumous, and the Variations on a Theme of Diabelli by Beethoven. Reaction was mixed and tended to the extremes, but there was general admiration for the sheer endurance feat of getting through all those notes...
...trying to outdo himself, Monday night Shure tackled not two but three major works of the piano repertoire. Once again, Beethoven and Schubert figured prominently on the program, the former represented by the venerated Sonata in E, Op. 109, and the latter by another fruit of his frantic but fecund last eleven months, the Sonata in c minor, Op. posthumous...
...held up by his dog Phillipe, the third-base coach. Then everybody sang Happy Birthday to Mrs. Rubin, with Leopold Stokowslci, 85, conducting. It was Softball of the Absurd, as presented in Manhattan's Central Park by the male (Wolf's Gang) and the female (Beethoven's Bunnies) members of Stoky's American Symphony Orchestra. Observed the maestro, who played guest of honor: "It certainly brings out a different side of their personalities from what I see in Carnegie Hall...
...Lowell had written in an essay on the Iliad: "Its magnitude and depth make it almost as hard to understand as life." So soon, Lowell had put art and life on a parity. At Harvard, he lolled in his room, surrounded by prints of Leonardo and Rembrandt, listening to Beethoven on his phonograph. He wrote poems full of violence and foreboding, black roses, a "plague" that "breathed the decay of centuries." No one then at Harvard was interested, so Lowell took his verses to Robert Frost, who was living near by. Frost read the first page of the Crusades opus...
Fire & Flair. Cookie and Pinky have a knack for putting their personalities into their playing-a surprising achievement at an age when most young musicians merely display a coldly glittering technique. Cookie's performance of Bruch and Mozart was sensitive and finely shaded; in passages of Beethoven and Saint-Saens she showed grit and fire as well. Pinky, tapping his feet and swaying into a sort of golfer's follow-through, plunged with intuitive flair and gusto into music by Vivaldi, Bach, Mozart and Tchaikovsky, and his broad, compelling tone filled up the hall...