On a rainy Sunday evening in late April 1965, there was an
unusual sight on West 57th Street. A group of people—their ages
running the gamut from high schooler to senior citizen—were camped out in front
of the steps of Carnegie Hall, just east of Seventh Avenue. Among them was a
good-natured, overweight 15-year-old boy with horn-rimmed glasses who was
constantly checking to make sure that he was in the right place in the line,
created by the enterprising leader of the group. As Sunday turned into Monday morning,
the doors of the building opened, and the line (by then stretching all the way
around the long block) jammed its way inside. Two weeks later, many of these
people were privileged to witness one of the most famous musical events of the
past century—the return of Vladimir Horowitz to the stage after 12 years of
absence.
Nineteen sixty-five was a banner year in my long and
continuing love affair with Carnegie Hall. I was that chubby boy of 15, and it
is a bittersweet realization for me now that I am almost exactly the same age
as Horowitz was when he played his unforgettable concert. But that performance
was only one of the incredible events I have witnessed in Carnegie Hall that
season. As it is for most of my colleagues and friends, Carnegie Hall has always
been the place where the dream of great music making becomes reality. I
remember from that season alone, concerts by Sviatoslav Richter, Emil Gilels,
Arthur Rubinstein, and Rudolf Serkin. All of these artists created a unique and
unforgettable atmosphere—to me, their playing and the sound and look of
Carnegie Hall were inseparable.
The first time that I played on the stage of Carnegie Hall
was at the age of 12 or so—not a concert by any means. An orchestra called the
Symphony of the Air, conducted by the great Leopold Stokowski, held its rehearsals
there, and I was able to sneak in a few times to hear them practice. A
wonderful man named Stewart Warkow, at the time the manager of the orchestra,
saw me once, and when everyone had left, asked if I would like to play the
piano onstage for a moment. The piano was in a corner, and I remember nothing
about the way it felt or what I tried to play—it was quite enough to look up
and see that amazing, vast expanse of seats.
Since then, I have had the privilege of playing on that
illustrious stage many times, and each performance has been memorable and
exciting, if also nerve-racking. But none are more meaningful and dear to me
than the chances I had to play with Isaac Stern, the eminent artist who ensured
that the concert hall would remain one of the world’s centers for music. It
seems almost beyond belief, but we came within a hairsbreadth of losing
Carnegie Hall, and it was Stern who—with his incredible energy and unique
ability to rally everyone to a noble cause through strength of personality
combined with devastating charm—was the moving force behind the citywide drive
to save it. These contributions are known to everyone, of course—and when I
worked with him on the music that he loved, it was thrilling to see the same
abilities that made him such a great personage also reflected in his artistry.
His musicianship and personal magnetism were always at the service of the
composer.
What makes Carnegie Hall so
special? There are probably as many answers to that question as there are
people who love music. For me, it is simply the place where I heard the music
that molded me and where I had so many life-changing evenings. But it seems to
have a deep meaning not only to us New Yorkers—or Americans. Recently, I played
at Carnegie Hall with two great European orchestras—one from Berlin and the other
from Munich—and it was remarkable to see how much they looked forward to
playing and how important it was to them to play their very best. I have talked
with many of my colleagues all over the world, and they almost all talk about
their experiences playing at Carnegie Hall as highlights of their musical
lives. I hope that all of us continue to have this great place as a part of our
ever-richer lives, and that future generations will have as much pleasure, and
as many great moments and memories, as I have been fortunate to have.
Excerpted from Carnegie Hall Treasures, published by Harper Design, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers, available from the Carnegie Hall Shop and wherever books are sold.