hahahaha, ive fantasized gettting punched by many of my favorite pianists. when i went to go see hamelin, i thougth about getting him angry while i met him jsut so he could punch me. it woulda been awesome! i think i kinda got close to a point where he would punch me when we started a conversation about sorabji. never have i seen a more stern look.cziffra, or so ive heard, used to be a professional boxer. he woudla been the pianist to not mess with. perhaps his boxing career came from his enormous hand and arm strength.
Hahahaaha,Wow, you deliberately tried to get him angered so he could put your lights out,hahaha...I never heard of Cziffra being a prof. Boxer , even if it is true ,haha.Maybe he could actually put someone out with those hands of his.
well, i didnt deliberately try to get him angered, but i did fantasize about it. i would be willing to get my lights punched out by such a respectable figure. it would make for quite a story and would definitely be worth it.
I am a joiner and hold a hammer in my hand all day, How would you like a thump from me
Rachmaninov was a huge dude, 6'6, I believe. His hands were so magnificently beastly they made a cast of it. It's frightening, much like Rasputin's penis, which is still kept in a jar in a museum somewhere. Not fun to be punched by him (the former).
hahahaha, i've fantasized getting punched by many of my favorite pianists.
...nawty
Rachmaninov was a huge dude, 6'6, I believe. His hands were so magnificently beastly they made a cast of it. It's frightening, much like Rasputin's penis, which is still kept in a jar in a museum somewhere. Not fun to be punched by him (the former).Lang Lang would make a great boxer. Check this out:
Despite this conscious distancing from Horowitz’s art, on one occasion Kapell almost got into a fistfight with a critic over a negative review of a Horowitz recital: "In 1953, after a Saturday night performance by Willy of the Brahms D minor Concerto, with Franco Autori conducting the New York Philharmonic, our friend, Eugene Istomin, asked us to go with him to a party hostessed by Emily Genauer, the film critic. With a repeat Philharmonic performance the next day in the offing Willy was reluctant, but we finally talked him into going for a short time. We entered a large apartment overlooking Central Park and shortly thereafter Willy, hearing a piano in the living room, left us. Suddenly I saw him coming back into the dining room where Istomin and I were standing. He headed quickly toward us, his face white and drawn, with Jay Harrison, the music critic, in close and hot pursuit.It was immediately apparent that something had gone wrong and that they were about to come to blows. I asked Eugene to hold Willy because I was afraid that if he hit Harrison, he might kill him and also injure his hands. I placed myself in front of Willy and someone restrained Harrison. Let me add that Willy had a reputation for being a scrapper and had fantastic strength in his back, arms and hands. Anyway, we got on our coats and as we stood in the hall Autori kept saying to Willy, “Let me go back and take care of him.” I was trembling but Willy was very quiet and told Autori to forget it. Afterwards I was told that Willy had gone into the living room where Harrison was playing the piano. Having just read an unfavorable Harrison review of a recent Horowitz recital, Willy confronted him with: “Who the hell do you think you are? You are nothing more than a fourth-rate wind player who got thrown out of Juilliard. How dare you write such a criticism about an artist of Horowitz’s stature?”I imagine those comments did not sit well with Harrison."koji
Kapell seems like a pregnant cat. But I wonder whether he would have reacted the same if it had been Virgil Thomson who had written the review, iirc he wasn't too fond of Horowitz.
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