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Frederick Freyer never misses a cue as the piano player at the Kit Kat Club. His presence on stage during the more serious scenes back at the boardinghouse is bewildering, however, especially since he also doubles as the insidious Ernst Ludwig, a Nazi goon, and often exits stage left as the pianist, only to enter immediately stage right, as Ludwig...
...frightening how much David Mamet knows about this perverse mating dance, this conflict between the it and the ego. What, has he spent his life in sticky piano bars that draw only lost stewardesses, old mailmen and dead celebrities? His ear for dialogue, for real speech by people with sore kneecaps, cannot be matched. Likewise he has a delightful knack for truisms, the pithy revelations of small minds obsessed with sexual communication--intercourse, as it were...
...secondhand manners. He begins as a late-Picasso cubist, turning out bland art deco still lifes that contain a few premonitions of his later imagery; the lank, droopy fish in Moonlit Still Life, 1927, for example, predicts the flaccidity that was to appear in his soft watches and piano lids. But he did not find a style until he came to Paris and met the surrealists...
What a life Misia Sert lived! Fauré gave her piano lessons. Ravel dedicated La Valse to her. Stravinsky presented her with the score of Le Sucre du Printemps. Diaghilev made her his ally; she was the only woman with whom he could feel intimate. Toulouse-Lautrec, Bonnard, Vuillard, Renoir, Vallotton painted her, sometimes obsessively. Cocteau modeled the heroine of his novel Thomas l'lmposteur on her. In the masterly hands of Proust she became two people, Princess Yourbeletieff, the young sponsor of the Ballets Russes: "One might have supposed that this marvelous creature had been imported in their...
...written hundreds of playlets, especially on trains. I get nervous waiting for the train to pull into Grand Central. The plays were two pages long, a sort of theater of the absurd. Anyway, you live only once, and we wanted to write as well as play the piano. GOLD: Do you want to know the truth? We were on tour, driving through Wyoming, skidding on very icy roads. I said, "I think we ought to get into something else...