Word: mozarts
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Yeah, that's it. He's an artist. A modern-day Pablo Mozart. Or that guy who cut his ear off? What's his name...
Unless your childhood was as magical as Mozart's, writing an extended memoir of those primal years is a risk bordering on chutzpah. Why on earth should anyone else care about the assorted teachers, neighbors and maiden aunts who were your early sources of inspiration? Such people are the private memories of the ones who knew and cherished them...
...broader repertoire. "The young man will have to make up his mind," said one, "whether he wants to be an artist or a flesh-and- blood jukebox." Though Cliburn went on performing as many as 100 concerts a year for the next two decades (which did include some Mozart, Chopin, Prokofiev), the authoritative New Grove Dictionary has summed up his fading career by saying that "he could not cope with the loss of freshness; his . . . playing took on affectations . . . He stopped performing...
Guess again. The blond (Joan Jeanrenaud) is a cellist by craft, and the longhair (Hank Dutt) plays, appropriately, the viola. Along with violinists David Harrington and John Sherba, they form the Kronos Quartet, the nation's most adventurous chamber-music ensemble. No Haydn or Mozart for this earnest foursome. Works by Charles Ives and Anton Webern are probably the creakiest items in their wide, of-today repertoire. It ranges from Steve Reich's Different Trains, in which synthesized voices, recorded railroad sounds and minimalist arpeggios are combined in a haunting memoir, to a growling, down- and-dirty setting of Jimi...
...read music before he could read words, Gould found he could learn scores most easily while listening simultaneously to TV shows or the roar of a vacuum cleaner. Always, his remarkable gifts were shadowed by a perversity that drove him to torture the works he disliked (notably, most of Mozart), and by a habit of compulsive experimentation that made him treat even human voices as little more than sounds. Inspiringly, Gould saw music as his world; chillingly, he also read the world as nothing more than music...