Close encounters of the third kind:
John Browning: I was kid in prep school and my job was to be his campus host. Backstage at his recital like a good valet. He rushed offstage when the first half ended (all Scarlatti), grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "Well, the best part is over." He went on to play Chopin and Liszt in the second half. Played in his master class.
Shura Cherkassky: spent an evening with him in NYC. Very gnome-like and sweet beyond words. A friend of mine, a rather famous pianist who shall not be named, met us and got totally loaded. Shura was performing the Schumann Concerto that next week in Miami. My pianist friend said, "Ah, the ****ing Schumann Concerto!" then fell against the table, knocking the candle over, catching the table cloth on fire. Shura howled. Said he never had more fun in NYC!
Van Cliburn: I was a kid in my hometown down south and Cliburn played the Rach 2 with a local pick-up orchestra. He stayed with family friends who had two beautiful Steinway grands in their livingroom. Cliburn was kind, patient and never condescending to this kid who asked him the dumbest questions. Totally nice man.
Gina Bachauer: yes, I am that old. Was a kid, then, too. She played in my hometown. The Brahms Second. I was allowed to go to the rehearsal to meet her. (Friend of my mom's was the orchestra manager.) She was adorable. She asked me if I played and then handed me her score and said: "Now please follow along and let me know if I make any mistakes." Seriously. I think I fainted.
Jacob Lateiner: student days and played in his master class. Great, great gentleman and a wonderful teacher. His recital was amazing. First and last Beethoven sonatas in the first half. Brahms Paganini (both books) in the second. One of the greatest recitals I've ever heard. Played the Liszt "Benediction de Dieu dans la Solitude" for him in master class. He was very kind to me.
Martha Argerich: Twice. Both in MYC. First time, backstage, and she blew me off. Second time, it was in a hotel in Manhattan after a Carnegie Hall gig playing Beethoven 2nd. Friends of mine were friends of hers. We went to the hotel bar where she was holding court with a bunch of very rich South American groupies. She ignored all of us until an hour later, then came over, like Queen Mary, and sat by my friend (well-known pianist who got loaded in earlier item on Cherkassky) and proceeded to ignore the rest of us. I had a ticket later that evening to hear Maureen Forrester sing the Durufle Requiem at a church downtown at 10 pm. So, I stood up, got in her face, and took her hand. "Miss Argerich," I said to her. "My name is (blank) and I just wanted to say hello." Her hand was like a dead fish and she looked as if I had just flashed her. Have to forgive her, though. Those were the days before she had her personality bypass surgery reversed.
Horowitz: this isn't my meeting, but a friend's in NYC. He saw this distinguished man coming out of a gay bar on Christopher Street, known as Boots and Saddles. (New Yorkers, however, traditionally referred to it as "Bras and Girdles.") My friend actually recognized only Horowitz's companion, a young agent from Columbia Artists, who was an acquaintace of his. Running up to them, he realized he was face to face with Horowitz. He freaked and said, "Oh my God, Mr. Horowitz, I love your playing!" Horowitz brushed him off like he was an annoying fly: "Fine, fine," he muttered, and darted off.