The cello is such a melancholy instrument, such an isolated, miserable instrument.
The cello is such a melancholy instrument, such an isolated, miserable instrument.
In celebrating Shostakovich, it's difficult to decide which works not to do. I've decided on two concertos the one for cello that Giora conducts and the First Piano Concerto.
The Third Quartet I made the instruments in pairs - Two different pairs - Violin and viola, and violin and cello. They played very different things from each other all through the whole piece.
My grandfather was an athlete who worked as a butcher by day, but at night he taught himself to paint and play the cello. He was a very cultured man,
The cello is not one of my favourite instruments. It has such a lugubrious sound, like someone reading a will.
I enjoy singing, and the instruments which truly move me are the horn, the trumpet and the cello.
My mother adores singing and plays piano. My uncle was a phenomenal pianist. My brother John is a double bassist. I used to play the piano, badly, and cello. My brother Peter played violin.
No, but a cello is the perfect string bass for an accordion. Works with it beautifully.
Walter Grossman was a very handsome and interesting man, and in those years a vital and strong influence in my life. He gave me much love and affection, and shortly after my first months of cello lessons, he was very encouraging. I remember him telling my father that some day my name would be up in lights.
The other thing that Frank Miller did for me was to give me a very strict diet of scales and very difficult etudes - Popper High School - forty marvelous etudes. They are still sort of my Bible today, as far as cello is concerned. All my students have to play that material.
But you have to give your whole life to a cello. When I realized that, I went back to the guitar and just turned the volume up a bit louder.
Whoever heard of an electric violin, electric cello or, for that matter, an electric singer?
I played cello in my high school orchestra.
I remember a moment when the Prince went back to his old school, Grammar School in Melbourne, and slightly to his horror his old music teacher produced a cello.
Sometimes, because of its immediacy, television produces a kind of electronic parable. Berlin, for instance, on the day the Wall was opened. Rostropovich was playing his cello by the Wall that no longer cast a shadow, and a million East Berliners were thronging to the West to shop with an allowance given them by West German banks At that moment the whole world saw how materialism had lost its awesome historic power and become a shopping list.
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