For several days I have been reliving my profound emotion on hearing Horszowski play a recital at the Metropolitan Museum over 50 years ago.
It is curious that at the time I had no conscious idea of what was "good" playing. Did he play well? Don't ask me. Was his Bach good? His Beethoven? Ask someone else.
All I knew for sure was that my life had changed. Sound so compelling that I would not stop working on it until I figured it out. How did he do it!
I can't tell, of course, whether or not my playing in any way resembles his: I refuse to judge by recordings for all kinds of reasons. But I do know that people express to me reactions very similar to those I felt on listening to him so long ago.
