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- July 03, 1989: The Return Of Van Cliburn
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
- July 03, 1989 Great Ball Of Fire:Angry Sun
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- <source>Time Magazine</source>
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- MUSIC, Page 72
- The Return of Van Cliburn
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- <p>He still plays wonderfully, but it's still Tchaikovsky
- </p>
- <p> "I never abandoned the stage, I never left the stage, I only
- took time," said Van Cliburn, who had not appeared in a public
- concert or made a recording in nearly eleven years. It was 2:30
- a.m., Cliburn's favored hour for interviews, since he usually
- sleeps from 5 in the morning to 1 in the afternoon. As he talked
- about his return to the stage that he had never left, he grew
- increasingly adamant. "I never retired, and I don't think that
- classical musicians do. It's unthinkable."
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- <p> The legendary pianist, who became a cold war hero by his
- spectacular victory at the Tchaikovsky International Competition
- in Moscow in 1958, reappeared at the Mann Music Center in
- Philadelphia last week, and it all seemed true. He had not
- retired. The previous eleven years melted away; indeed, the
- previous 31 years melted away. The lanky 6-ft. 4-in. frame had
- filled out a bit, and the wavy blond hair was now speckled with
- gray, but when Cliburn, 54, once again sailed into the
- Tchaikovsky Concerto No. 1 in B-Flat Minor, he demonstrated
- that neither age nor idleness had diminished his extraordinary
- technique. The thundering octaves still thundered; the
- glittering passage-work still glittered. More important, he
- played this mindlessly beautiful showpiece with a lifetime of
- love.
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- <p> Understandably so. It was the first concerto he ever
- learned, at age 12, under the watchful eye of his mother. It
- won him first place in a statewide Texas competition. He played
- it again to win the Leventritt Award in 1954 and again in
- Moscow. After his ticker-tape parade up Broadway, his debut
- recording became the first classical disk ever to reach sales
- of $1 million, and it featured, of course, the dear old
- Tchaikovsky.
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- <p> Even then, even among admiring critics, there were
- grumblings about his reluctance to develop a broader
- repertoire. "The young man will have to make up his mind," said
- one, "whether he wants to be an artist or a flesh-and-blood
- jukebox." Though Cliburn went on performing as many as 100
- concerts a year for the next two decades (which did include some
- Mozart, Chopin, Prokofiev), the authoritative New Grove
- Dictionary has summed up his fading career by saying that "he
- could not cope with the loss of freshness; his . . . playing
- took on affectations . . . He stopped performing in 1978."
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- <p> He first thought about stopping in 1974, when his father
- died, and then his manager, Sol Hurok. "I adored both of them,"
- he says. "It was really quite a blow." And the virtuoso circuit
- was exhausting. "The life of a musician is the most solitary
- life. Sometimes I did find it very difficult." Cliburn never
- made any sharp break, just gradually stopped accepting new
- engagements, spent more time visiting friends (he lives with
- his mother, Rildia Bee, now 92), composing piano pieces, buying
- English antiques, presiding over the quadrennial piano
- competition that bears his name, working out, enjoying himself.
- "I am the furthest thing from a recluse," he says. And somehow
- the first year off stretched into eleven. Then what inspired
- his return to the stage? "I don't know," he says. "I was
- invited. I think I'll just ease into the water."
- </p>
- <p> Still reliving the past, he plans to perform in Moscow on
- July 2-3. And there is talk of new recordings. Pressed for
- details, Cliburn shuts off the questions by turning to poetry.
- "I have been writing poetry," he says. "Oh, listen, from the
- time I was 14, I've loved poetry. Lord Byron is a great
- favorite of mine. `Who can curiously behold/ The smoothness and
- the sheen of beauty's cheek,/ Nor feel the heart can never all
- grow old?'"
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