One of the reasons the art of the virtuoso appeals to me so much is the psychological appeal of knowing that right now - when listening to a great pianist perform, for eg. Cziffra, feeling a sense of how much went into the performance we have the fortune of experiencing.
The FURY of discipline, the FIRE unleashed after hour after hour, day after day, year after year of intense hard work, honing their craft for that one precious moment of physical and musical excellence.
When listening to pianists such as Him in particular, I don't just hear the present, which is stunningly effective enough already, but I am also weighed down and blown away by the effect created by the pre-aquired knowledge of the Blood, Sweat, and Tears that went into it.
The beauty of struggle and the FURY of discipline..
Anyone else have anything else to say on this matter?
