Word: musicians
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...music Tristano and his group plays has no special name; Tristano just calls it "contemporary." Technically, it calls for improvisation so personal that each musician plays his own carefree melody in his own key, in his own rhythm, developing his own harmonies. In ensemble, the results strike most ears as plain noise, but the devoted are reminded of such comparatively restrained innovators as Bartok and Schoenberg...
...Rochester boy, Mitch Miller took his time finding the right communication circuit. After the Eastman School of Music, he moved to Manhattan, landed a work-relief job as an oboist in a WPA orchestra. In 1935, he became a staff musician for CBS, played there for 13 years, touring at times with chamber music groups. He was a fine oboist, but playing to "blank faces" was discouraging ("No satisfaction, no feeling of communication...
When he was 16, Vienna-born Arnold Schoenberg decided to become a professional musician. Nine years later, in 1899, he completed a string sextet, Transfigured Night, a melodic, romantic piece, which was to be one of his few works familiar to concertgoers. Critics applauded the newcomer...
That was a stopper. The artists, including Ballerina Galina Ulanova and Violinist David Oistrakh, packed their belongings and took a train in the direction of Moscow. Snarled Rome's Red L'Unita: "The offense to the Soviet artists is an outrage to culture." Said one departing musician: "The Italian government is very uneducated...
...that had this very sophisticated, suave, sexy guy in it . . . and all he did in his spare time was beat women off with a club ... He said, in this one part, that a woman's body is like a violin and all, and that it takes a terrific musician to play it right. It was a very corny book-I realize that-but I couldn't get that violin stuff out of my mind anyway." His enthusiasm for that kind of fiddling practice fades in hopeless embarrassment as soon as the tart snakes out of her dress...