An Interesting Meeting of Minds

Two nights ago, Bill McGlaughlin, on his program Exploring Music, was on the second night of his Schubert festival. On this particular program, he played the first movement of the Arpeggione Sonata with Lynn Harrell and no mention of the pianist. Lynn’s performance was so commanding and transcendental, I wondered whether he had quicksilver in his fingers to match his exquisitely beautiful tone.

Hearing this performance brought me back sixty-two  years to October 31st, 1960, at a Halloween party at Juilliard. Lynn’s reputation preceded him, having won the first prize at the Merriweather Post Competition playing the Rococo Variations. For whatever reason, I had a relatively high opinion of my own work since I could play several Paganini Caprices and the Barber Concerto. So, I walked right up to him and said, “You’re Lynn Harrell, Rose’s best student.” He said, “You’re Danny Morganstern, Luigi Silba’s best student.” So, I said, “Why don’t we go to my place and see how good we both are?” So, we walked down to 110th Street, where I was living, and I played my Paganini and at least the first movement of the Barber Concerto, and he was duly impressed. Then we walked over to Lynn Harrell’s place, and he played for me the Boccherini A Major Sonata, the Schubert Arpeggione Sonata, one or another of the Schumann fantasy pieces, and Popper No. 14, an etude in octaves which he played with a heft and command I could not even imagine. Most of all, it was the Boccherini and the Schubert that he played with such a beautiful sound; it was the closest thing to the famous Irish tenor John McCormick that I ever heard in the sixty years since that any instrumentalist could approach to that particular quality of beauty.

At that time, Lynn was sixteen and I was nineteen, and we spent the rest of the night and most of the next day just walking, talking, and communing about what was important to us and how we proposed to make our careers.

We remained friends and played for each other often for the next year until he finally moved away. Leonard Rose took Lynn into his home as a roommate to Leonard’s son, Arthur, and I saw much less of Lynn after that. For many years after he became world famous, if anybody mentioned my name, Lynn would always refer to that magic evening when we played for each other and bonded.                            

Fifty years later, we met at Meadowmount where we were both teaching and spent another five hours playing for each other. However, this time, our playing was fueled by a bottle of scotch, which we finished in record time. Afterwards, my wife June provided three pints of strawberry ice cream with fresh cut strawberries; Lynn ate two of them but, after all, he was a big man in every way.

Who’s and What’s What

Leon Fleisher said that the two greatest American piano talents of the twentieth century were William Kapell and Leonard Shure. Rosina Lhévinne considered herself the embodiment of the Russian School of piano playing, and she respected Shure as the embodiment of the German School of piano playing. Needless to say, the lessons I had with Leonard Shure were of great value.  

When I was twenty-one, I attended the Aspen Festival, where I managed to convince people to pay me $5 for a lesson on any instrument. Edith Oppens, a pianist who was Leonard Shure’s associate, decided she was going to bring me down a peg or two (or three, four, or five), so she invited me to play the Beethoven A major Cello Sonata with one of her piano students. When I arrived with my cello in hand, who should be sitting there, ready to listen, but Walter Süskind, Zara Nelsova, and several other people. After I finished the Beethoven, Walter Süskind asked me if I knew the Brahms E minor; “Of course,” I said, “by memory.” “So do I,” he said, “Let’s play it,” which we did. Because of this, I earned Edith Oppens respect, and when Leonard Shure’s stepson needed a cello teacher, she recommended me.  After we met he offered to teach me in return for the lessons I gave to his stepson, a lopsided arrangement to say the least. 

I learned a great deal from the lessons I had with Leonard Shure. Once I played the Gigue of the Second Bach Suite, and Mr. Shure then played it on the piano with verve and panache, enough to make me want to get up and start dancing. He then asked, “Do you know why I sound so good and you sound so bad?” to which I replied, “If I knew that, I probably wouldn’t need to be here.” He told me that it was because he sees the keyboard as a point of resistance, and he always comes from the point of resistance. If you go to the point of resistance, as soon as you hit the note it’s all over. If you come from the point of resistance, there’s an infinite variety that can be drawn out of the instrument. 

I played the Beethoven Cello Sonatas with Mr. Shure, and he didn’t seem to think that the Beethoven A major Cello Sonata was that different from any one of the middle-period piano sonatas like the Appassionata or the Waldstein. He brought out the left hand piano part of the cello sonata with a degree of authority I never imagined possible, making it sound almost orchestral, and forcing the cello to be an active participant in the counterpoint.  From that point forward I started to see everything that I played as being part of a context, and learned to relate whatever I happened to be playing in a piece to the entire score. 

When I asked Mr. Shure why he lavished so much time and attention on me (particularly since I wasn’t paying him his usual $30-an-hour fee) he said, “I believe someday you will carry my work into the future.” 

The most important thing I learned from Leonard Shure was that it was possible to have an absolute conception of the way a phrase was going to go. That sense of what any phrase of music could be has remained in the marrow of my bones for my entire career life.

More About Who’s Who and What’s What

I was very fortunate right after my graduation from Juilliard to encounter two superb musicians who gave me the skill and confidence I needed to move forward with my career.  

Paul Olefsky spent four years as the principal cellist of the Philadelphia Orchestra, and left when he was drafted into the Navy during the Korean War. Immediately after his discharge from the Navy, he spent six years as the principal cellist of the Detroit Symphony, and left that position to pursue career as a soloist. 

During my last year at Juilliard I heard Paul play two stunning recitals in Carnegie Recital Hall. The first was an unaccompanied cello recital on which he played the Bach Sixth Suite, the Kodaly Unaccompanied Sonata, and the George Crumb Sonata. I went to this recital because I had gotten a recording of the Tchaikovsky Trio, which he made in Detroit, from my soon-to-be wife June. The number of listeners present at this recital were not enough to count on the fingers of both hands. It included me and June, Jesse Ceci (later, concertmaster of the Denver Symphony), Marianne Nemic, an old girlfriend of Paul’s (who gave June the recording of the Tchaikovsky Trio), Paul’s third wife, and the critic from the New York Times.  

The New York Times review was so laudatory that the next concert, scheduled one week later sold out, and people were clamoring to get in. On that recital he and a wonderful pianist played the BrahmsF Major and the Beethoven A Major, two of the greatest cello sonatas. This concert received one more equally enthusiastic review and, as a result, Paul Olefsky was offered a contract with a major New York manager.  

I was given the opportunity to work with Paul at Kneisel Hall in Blue Hill, Maine, during the summer after my graduation from Juilliard. Paul took me under his wing and gave me very good advice. He advised me to buy a fine Italian cello,  learn Don Quixote and Don Juan by memory, and get a first chair job. He recommended me for my first job touring with Mantovani because, as he told me, “You have to start someplace.”  

Of all the possible employment opportunities, the most déclassé were bus tours, and it was in this ignominious world that I started my career as the fourth of four cellos on a nine-week tour with the Mantovani Orchestra. In spite of its low standing in the world of music, I found Mantovani to be a fabulous musician and a great showman. His arrangements were elegant and always had a light touch that was totally engaging. At the end of every performance he would address the audience saying, “To have played for an audience this appreciative has made our journey of ten thousand miles a privilege and a pleasure,” which would be followed by an encore of his signature piece “Charmaine” and yet another standing ovation.  

One day, some place in the middle of Iowa, Mantovani caught me backstage playing the last movement of Kodaly’s solo sonata. He came over to me and very gently said, “Young man, if only you realized that if you play with perfect intonation, a beautiful sound, and elegant phrasing, you wouldn’t have to play music like that.” Fifty years later I can say that he was absolutely right. I also learned, at twenty-two years old, how to function on a bus tour, interact with all kinds of people, and come home with a little bit of money and my playing basically intact. 

Paul recommend me as a replacement for Channing Robbins, a distinguished cello professor at Juilliard, as first chair cellist of the Congregation of the Arts at Dartmouth College.  Kodaly, Ginastera, and Lutosławski were some of the composers in residence at this festival. It made a tremendous difference in my future career to have been able to handle the responsibilities of that job.  

Among other pieces of really good advice, when I wanted to take off a season from ABT in NY in favor of practicing for an important competition Paul said, “Don’t do it. The Job you hav is very good and can be a stepping stone to a better one. There are PLENTY of competition winners without jobs.” 20 years later ,the very winner of that competition was asking me for a place in my ABT cello section, which I gave her. 

A funny story he told me was that he took on a very poor boy as a charity case for $5 a lesson. The boy did brilliantly undre Paul’s teaching. At the end of a year the Mother of the boy thanked him BUT said they needed a new teacher since he did so well with a five dollar teacher, imagine what he could do with a ten dollar teacher. 

When I gave my Alice Tully Hall debut, Paul brought all his students from Hartt College, and for my final recital, Paul came with his wife to cheer me on. As a mentor, friend, and example, he was second to none.  

At the time of my graduation from Juilliard, a comment that made an impression on me was at my wife’s graduation from the Manhattan School of Music. The guest speaker was the legendary conductor Leopold Stokowski. He said, “In Hollywood, there are many actors who are not great stars but nevertheless are always working. They excel in stereotyped roles that suit them perfectly. If you want to have a career in music, cast yourself well.”