He came to the music college I attended in 1968 or 9. I recall a master class he gave to which all were invited. His voice was not easy to hear, especially with the accent, but he didn't need it to show us things. Like the difference between volume and intensity. How to beam a note to the back of the hall, even though it's played piano. I can still hear -- almost see -- the soft note he played to demonstrate, how it seemed to eliminate distance, to radiate from an infinitesimal, near point, penetratingly present as if through high quality earphones. A generous, large, gifted human being. Photo via.
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