Word: pianists
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...cheeked and glowing after his vacation in Italy, the terrible-tempered 81-year-old had kind words or a joke for everyone at rehearsal. The Maestro had his one inevitable flare-up of the day, this time over the absence without leave of a couple of trumpeters. The guest pianist watched the little tantrum, then, turning towards his wife and friends in the studio, wigwagged his eyebrows and giggled. For the soloist was a man who calls Toscanini "Maestro" to his face, but "Papa" when he's not around...
...been three years since Pianist Vladimir Horowitz had played in public with father-in-law Arturo Toscanini. But they had played the work together before, and recorded it together-Brahms's mighty Piano Concerto No. 2. This time, at the end of the rehearsal, the Maestro had only one suggestion for "Volodya": Toscanini trotted to the piano, plunked out a passage while Soloist Horowitz, standing by and towering over him, listened carefully and respectfully. They agreed to leave out one retard...
Last week, the mob of music fans who stormed into Radio City's modernistic Studio 8-H for the opening concert of Toscanini's eleventh NBC season, heard a concert to be remembered. As usual, shy, nervous Pianist Horowitz almost had to be propelled onstage. But, once there, the power and diamond-hard brilliance of his playing had the studio audience bravoing between movements, despite NBC's standing request to the audience not to applaud until the work is finished. When it was finally over, little, white-topped Papa and slender, dark-haired Volodya stood together, bowing...
...Rest. Now 44, Pianist Horowitz has slowed to a more becoming pace. He has forsaken Beverly Hills for a quiet apartment and studio in Manhattan's upper East side (and has become a U.S. citizen). Gone are the days of which he complains, "I played certain works so often that I couldn't hear them any more." He still commands the biggest box office of any living concert musician, but is sticking to his resolve to perform only six months of the year and not more than twice a week...
...must become a pianist," Paderewski told him. "You have such beautiful hair." In time, Harold Bauer, who had started as a violinist, did become a pianist, certain that he had chosen the most glamorous occupation in the world. He was one of the shiniest stars of the Hofmann-Schnabel generation, which broke from the grand, pernicious influence of Liszt with its dazzling displays of pianistic fireworks. Bauer found that the life was not all bows and bravos. In an amiable, rambling autobiography (Harold Bauer: His Book; Norton, $3.75), the 75-year-old pianist tells what it was like...