Music and what it means
Published September 23, 2003
Enter 23-year-old Van Cliburn, child prodigy pianist from Kilgore, Texas. Cliburn was quite oblivious to the intrigues and posturings of international and military politics. Looking back, he'll admit to the fact that it "wasn't the friendliest of times between our nations."

Perhaps, it was Van's naiveté that served him so well. The Soviets detected his openness, spontaneity, and genuineness. They responded to his musical interpretations, many pieces of which had been composed by their own masters.
For the celebrated "masses" who chanced to hear Cliburn play one of the first live concerts ever televised nationwide throughout the USSR, he somehow didn't fit the stereotype of an "evil capitalist". For many, it was the first time they had ever seen an American, and they embraced him wholeheartedly.
Fifty contestants from more than 19 countries took part in the competition which demanded three performances in front of a jury that was composed of some of the finest musicians ever gathered, including pianists Sviatoslav Richter and Emil Gilels (Jury Chair and first Soviet musician to perform in the U.S.); Lev Oborin; Dmitry Kabalevsky (Composer); Sir Arthur Bliss (Master of the Queen's Music from England); and others. The General Chairman for the entire competition (piano and violin) was the renowned symphonic composer and conductor, Dmitry Shostakovich.
Actually, Van Cliburn's virtuosity turned out to be rather embarrassing for the Soviet jurists. Some had already selected Lev Vlasenko, a Russian pianist, as the winner. Cliburn presented a dilemma. No one was quite sure how Khruschev would respond to a foreigner, especially an American, winning the Grand Prize of the very first Tchaikovsky Competition.
It has since been discovered that some of the jurists, fearing Khruschev's indignation, were boycotting Cliburn despite his brilliant performances. On a scale of 0-25, some gave him scores of 15s, 16s and 19s and added one or two points more for other participants-just a slight enough difference to make no one suspicious that anything illegal was taking place. Richter and a few others sensed what was happening and they set out to distort the scheme by giving Van the highest scores possible, perfect 25s. In the meantime, Richter gave twelve of the contestants zeros, even though some of them were quite good. When confronted by the head of the jury for his idiosyncratic voting patterns, Richter replied, "People either make music, or they don't."
- Music and what it means
- Published: September 23, 2003
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- Writer: Mike Hendrix
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Very beautiful Mike, thanks! I am always touched and edified by your contributions.
Yes, yes: Rachmaninoff's piano music rawks!
What a fabulous post! Here's to those who consider music on its individual merits.
Love, a fan of both Mozart and Beethoven (and rockin' Rachmaninoff), who is running to put on the Emperor Concerto right now.





Mike,
AMEN. AMEN.
If you want a real rock and roll mother-effer of a thrill, pick up any recordings you can find of Rachmoninoff playing his own piano music. I thought I knew what the piano was all about, since I played it for fifteen years and heard bunches of van Cliburn, Glenn Gould, Vladimir Ashkenazy (who also does great Beethoven) etc. But Rachmoninoff just HITS IT. I knew NOTHING.
If you thought Van Cliburn playing Beethoven was like being nailed to the cross (and I totally agree), listening to Rachmoninoff play his own stuff is like ascending to heaven afterwards. Rough, sweet, vivid, and amazing.
Also, the coolest thing about classical music is that you get to compare & contrast performances. Hearing Van C and Rachmaninoff go in totally different, mind-blowing directions on the same piece (the Rachmaninoff Concerto no.2 on the disc linked above is a good example) is miles better (in some ways) than listening to fifteen different versions of Louie Louie.
And anyone who can't see what this has to do with rock and roll isn't even deserving of your pity.