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Other nights he spends at the movies, laughing convulsively at the cartoons. His one abiding passion besides dancing is music. He has a collection of more than 4,000 records-Chopin, Bach, Callas arias, Scriabin, and every album Peggy Lee ever put out. He never travels anywhere without his portable phonograph. He plays the piano, can listen to almost any classical recording and tell who is conducting...
French Horn Masterpieces, Vol. II (James Stagliano; Paul Ulanowsky, piano; Boston). An ear-opener for listeners to whom the French horn is little more than an operatic halloo. The composers are Russian and French, most of them dyed-in-the-brass romantics: Gliere, Cui, Glazunov, Tchaikovsky, Scriabin, Dukas, Faure. The most interesting work is Francis Poulenc's sparsely angular, twelve-tone Elegie written in tribute to Britain's late, great hornist, Dennis Brain. The Boston Symphony's Stagliano summons a rich, clear and remarkably controlled sound...
...piano literature for one hand can pretty well be numbered on the fingers of two. Scriabin, Brahms. Ravel and Strauss all took a shot at it, along with such moderns as Benjamin Britten and Leos Janacek.* The rest of the left-hand repertory is pretty much what the trade calls "knitting music." But a platoon of composers in Holland last week was hard at work on some new and surprisingly engaging left-hand pieces to be played by a recent recruit to the field: 45-year-old Dutch Pianist Cor de Groot...
...Scriabin, Poem of Ecstacy, Op 54, (Vict) L M 1775-193) Boccherini, Quartet in B minor...
...Papa Pasternak rented a dacha outside Moscow, next to the home of the composer Scriabin. The day the Pasternaks moved, the future poet fled the bustle and ran into the surrounding woods. He recalls in an autobiographical sketch: "Oh Lord! That forest was full of everything that morning! The sun was piercing it in all directions . . . And like the light and shadows shimmering in the forest, like the singing birds flitting from branch to branch, sections of Scriabin's Third Symphony or Divine Poem, which was being composed at the piano in the neighboring house, spread and echoed under...