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Vladimir Horowitz

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Vladimir Horowitz
Age: 86 †
Born: 1903
Born: September 18
Died: 1989
Died: November 5
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Vladimir Samoylovich Horowitz
Vladimir Samoilovich Horowitz
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Piano playing consists of common sense, heart and technical resources. All three should be equally developed. Without common sense you are a fiasco, without technique an amateur, without heart a machine. The profession does have its hazards.
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My future is in my past and my past is my present. I must now make the present my future.
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Played percussively, the piano is a bore. If I go to a concert and someone plays like that I have two choices: go home or go to sleep. The goal is to make the piano sing, sing, sing.
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Your mind must control, but you must have heart . . . . Give your feeling free.
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I have no style, because I change each time . . . each day I play differently. Today I play differently than yesterday.
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Perfection itself is imperfection.
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There are three kinds of pianists: Jewish pianists, homosexual pianists, and bad pianists.
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I must tell you I take terrible risks. Because my playing is very clear, when I make a mistake you hear it. If you want me to play only the notes without any specific dynamics, I will never make one mistake. Never be afraid to dare.
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The piano is an orchestra with 88...... things, you know
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If you want me to play only the notes without any specific dynamics, I will never make one mistake.
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Everyone goes to the forest some go for a walk to be inspired, and others go to cut down the trees.
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False notes [on the piano] are human. Why does everything have to be perfect? You know, perfection itself is imperfection.
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