Saturday, June 9, 2018

good talk

Kate Spade was a big-hero to the women, where I'm staying in San Diego, the manager has 5 of her bags, pity.  I meant that Trump awaits my offering like a begging dog, not that he should give away his money, he doesn't have that of Andrew, anyway.  This year marks the 60th since the inaugural International Tchaikovsky Piano Competition in Moscow, in 1958. The Soviets had launched Sputnik in 1957, the first man-made object in Space, and this was to prove to all the superiority of the Soviet Union, also, in culture over the West, especially the crude Plutocrat Americans.  One entry was Van Cliburn (Harvey Lavan Cliburn, Jr.,  July 12, 1934 to Feb. 27, 2013), a "23" year old, 6'4", Texan, whose mother was his first teacher, telling him to make the piano as tho he were singing.  On April 13, the Southern Baptist from Fort Worth played Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1 and Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 3,  his rendition of their masters' classics moving the Russian Soul such that the audience leapt to its feet, applauding until they could no more.  The judges asked Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev if they were allowed to declare an American the winner  ...he's the best, give it to him...  Van returned to a ticker-tape parade down Broadway (I was a little boy taking lessons and was following all this),  Van's accomplishment a big moment during the Cold War.  He was signed by RCA Victor, his Tchaikovsky Piano Concerto No. 1 album eventually going triple-platinum, Van was to tour extensively, and returned to Russia several times, always as a well-loved friend of the Russian People,  it could well be said that during the Cold War, Van Cliburn was the only American welcome in Russia                                                                          

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