Word: pianos
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...This mood resonates throughout the show, particularly in Set Designer Tony Walton's scenic imagination. He inscribes the Cotton Club in neon across the night sky rather as Picasso painted with a flashlight in the dark. Through dark blue and white lighting, a flight of stairs becomes a piano keyboard to prance...
...pianist, Pressler cannot travel with his instrument and so is more at the mercy of circumstance. He must perform on whatever piano happens to be in the hall when he arrives: in the past, these have included an out-of-tune upright and a piano with no pedals. When not performing with the trio. Pressler goes home to Bloomington, Indiana, where he is a professor at Indiana University. He keeps an active schedule of engagements with such orchestras as the Cleveland, the Philadelphia, and the New York Philharmonic. He has also appeared with such ensembles as the Julliard...
...with the sell-out crowd around you: all are mesmerized, transformed if you will, by the beauty of what they hear. On stage, the Beaux Arts Trio performs the world's greatest chamber music, with a virtuosity attainable only by a very few individual musicians, and by no other piano trio in existence...
...From the piano bench, Menahem Pressler glances over his shoulder at his two companions, violinist Isidore Cohen and cellist Bernard Greenhouse, each seemingly lost in concentration. Yet the audience hears what the musicians themselves feel: that they are not three performers, but one--one spirit bringing three instruments into unison. Each man is sensitive to the varying moods of his two companions: if one shows signs of interpreting the piece in a special way, the other two pick up on it and follow his lead. "The raising of an eyebrow, the way a phrase is constructed," explains Greenhouse, "can tell...
...musters all of her commanding appeal as a brothel madam singing "I Never Do Anything Twice." Perched on a stool by the piano, a black lace shawl draped over her shoulders. Reed stretches out her legs, throws back her head and recounts escapades with kinky abbotts and other unusual clients, always returning to the admonishment that she never repeats her experiences. Her husky voice seeps into the darkness around the spotlight, reaching the back rows with its delicious bawdiness...