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A Long Lost Concert Program turns up on a dusty grand piano

One of the fringe benefits of tidying up a piano room filled with unsorted piles of music and the rest, is finding a gold mine of goodies that have been missing for months, if not years.

Have you ever experienced lost this, found that–found that, lost this?

It’s embarrassing, but as we age, more of the latter occurs. (found/lost, found/lost, ad nauseum)

At least one happy hunting ground experience, however, produced a recovered memento of a Tanglewood concert. The embracing story surrounded the late Isaac Stern who stole my heart playing the Beethoven Violin Concerto with the Boston Symphony. It was during a music camp summer spent in Lenox, Massachusetts.


Tracking my 6 or so years as a violinist, I found myself in the throes of two music camp experiences. The one at Merrywood acquired a memory bank of richly woven anecdotes.

Its unique proximity to the Tanglewood Festival afforded weekly trips to Sunday morning BSO rehearsals, and interspersed jaunts to chamber music and orchestra concerts. These were the bread and butter of our musical lives.

The singular concert carved into my memory, besides one where Lukas Foss played the Bach d minor concerto, was Isaac Stern’s appearance under Charles Munch. (During the summer, 1961 there were a host of guest conductors ascending the podium.) A uniquely compact maestro, Pierre Monteux, climbed up a solid oak stool, looking like an elf, though he conducted like a giant.

After Stern’s riveting performance under the stars with a shell embracing soloist and orchestra, I should have had consideration for my fellow campers who were squeezed into carbon-emission fuming buses awaiting a missing teen. Who could that have been? (Was I a runaway- in-progress or just a love-sick adolescent hounding an autograph?)

I was off and running from the brood of Merrywooders who were bound for Ruth Hurwitz’s quaint camp-site bordering the property of French Hornist, James Stagliano. A well-known imbiber, it was a well-circulated legend that BSO Jim took a swig from his horn right smack in his orchestra seat. Was it NOT saliva he was shaking from his mouthpiece?

Stagliano’s early-morning horn calls started our day following a blaring Bach “Brandenburg” 5, piped into the second floor where we campers slept in tightly-squeezed cots.

Our daily schedule included practice periods, ensemble rehearsals, private and group music lessons, choir singing by the fireplace, and campfires. But these activities were no match for our tour de force trips to the Berkshire Festival concerts.


The night of one sweltering July, Isaac Stern outplayed himself igniting my immediate impulse to race after him for a morsel of human contact plus a time-honored autograph.

I found him standing regally in the Green room wearing his signature silk scarf. An adoring mom was beside him. He looked worn by fatigue, but signed my program in a gesture of kindness. I will always remember his generosity.

Tears had flowed down his cheeks during his performance making it even more emotionally poignant. Or might those droplets have been beads of sweat contoured by sizzling hot lights? It’s fascinating how the memory creates its own staging. A tender pouring would have added a nice effect.

The aftermath:

Following my autograph-seeking coup with Stern, I was hunted down by camp authorities and grounded for a week. Punishment was meted out: no s’mores at the Saturday campfire. (chocolate-covered marshmallows) and a suspension of attendance at chamber music concerts in the shed. (not a venue for paddling)

That’s not all that happened at Merrywood.

An August camp concert provided a breath-taking finale!

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The value of studying the piano and a second musical instrument

While the study of two musical instruments is time-consuming, it can reap benefits in widening a student’s horizons.

If a pupil plays only piano for years on end he may deny himself the rich experience of participating in an orchestra or small ensemble. And while it’s true that some pianists manage to grab a score in Junior High with a token part in the midst of blaring brass, or heaving saxophones, it’s not enough. Keeping rhythm but being muted into the background does not equal a thoughtful interaction of voices in a group music setting.

Too often, piano players are in a slush pile of extras, waiting for a chorus line call that never comes.

Where a pianist can be on a more equal footing in a jazz combo, or as a vital part of a classical trio or quartet, then the work required will be more substantial and the sense of balancing one part against another comes into play as a growth experience.

There is, however, always a chance that a pianist could be utilized as accompanist or collaborator with any number of solo instrumentalists, but these opportunities may be infrequent, and if they pop up, many pianists tend to sadly shy away from them.

So an alternative is to join in the fun and study a string, woodwind, brass or percussion instrument while still tickling the ivories.


I was lucky to have started my violin lessons at age 11, about 5 years into my piano study, and within 18 months, I had worked so assiduously that I found myself as the first chair leader of the Manhattan Borough-wide Orchestra. Not to say that I deserved to be concert master at that moment in time, but just the same, the chance to be part of a symphony, opened my eyes and ears to a universe of voices that came in different shades and colors. The brass, woodwinds, violas, string basses, etc. all had lines that would sometimes be fleshed out by the conductor, while first violins were subdued. We had to learn to surrender our starring roles as treble melody bearers, and sometimes fill a layer of blended color as directed.

The observance of voicing and dynamic changes that played out in the group musical setting spilled over to the piano with its vast orchestral resource, making me more responsive to the fabric of music from various historical periods.


Studying the violin and piano brought the following adventures: two music camp summers with solo opportunities, orchestra membership and chamber music experience.


A 13-year old camper in Merrywood in Lenox, Massachusetts, I was the second violin in a String Quartet with more advanced players. Naturally, I had to invest significant practice time to be ready for the final recital of Mozart’s String Quartet in G Major, K.387.

(The photo below, old and damaged, has a sad tear through its center)

Eugene Lehner, the man pictured beside me was our chamber music coach. Simultaneously he was principal viola of the Boston Symphony and a member of the Boston Fine Arts Quartet. Lehner, a demonstrative coach, danced around us, cajoled, conducted, smiled and grimaced at points in the music. His teaching was so imbued with passion, pulsation, and musical sensitivity that it easily seeped into our veins.

By coincidence, Lehner had met up with harpsichordist, Elaine Comparone years later in a chamber music class at Brandeis, making our connection even closer than had been thought. In the music world six degrees of separation could easily shrink to three.

Comparone’s bio gives testimony to the value of exposure to more than one instrument.

Here’s a snatch that caught my eye.

“Born into a family of musicians, Elaine Comparone began piano studies at age four with her mother.

“As a child she played violin, flute (with her father as teacher), and pipe organ; but it wasn’t until her student years at Brandeis University that she discovered and fell in love with the harpsichord.”

So with 4 instruments under her belt before choosing the harpsichord in adulthood, she had a firm bedding for a career that reached in more than one direction. Try the Bach Cantata No. 78, with so much going on, that a conductor need know voicing, instrumentation, color, phrasing and more, plus possess a hands-on feel for various instruments including their tuning; timbre; and range of expression.

In my case, simultaneous violin and piano studies brought diverse musical experiences and settings.

In one venue, I was concertmaster, as previously mentioned of a student orchestra. In another I was the second violinist in a string quartet and the same in the the New York City High School of Performing Arts (P.A.) Orchestra.

In still a different setting, I was in a pit orchestra that played for an Off-Broadway show.

Dual roles

When I performed the first movement of Mozart Concerto K. 453 at P.A.’s Winter concert, I left my seat in the violin section to go to the piano, and then returned to the orchestra fold to accompany a cellist playing Bruch’s “Kol Nidre.”

A sight to behold, in the nervous shuffle.


The summer I spent in Merrywood included camp jaunts to Sunday rehearsals of the Boston Symphony in tree-draped Tanglewood.

At least one evening per week we ventured to the Shed to hear chamber music with autographed programs flowing from these outings.

The names “Bernard Greenhouse,” “Joseph De Pasquale,” “Richard Kapuscinski, “Eugene Lehner” and “Sascha Schneider” popped up on Berskshire Festival Chamber Music Programs, and one special hallmark concert that featured Isaac Stern performing Beethoven’s violin concerto with the Boston Symphony produced the most sacred treasure of all.

With tears streaming down the violinist’s cheeks while playing, he had stolen my heart. Just moments past the final cadence, I had no control over my actions or behavior, and made an impulsive break with the camp bus schedule, running to find the soloist wherever he was.

In my haste, I recall passing through a hallway where BSO personnel played poker with visors on. Was I dreaming? Chips and cash bills were floating around. I tried to look the other way.

When I finally located Stern in the Green Room, he wore a silky scarf draped around his neck, and stood beside his mother. Naturally, I nudged a concert program into his hands and begged for a signature. He complied, his eyes still moist.

For my indulgence of his time, and that of awaiting campers in buses that were backed up and stalled, I was grounded from play activities for a heartless week.

Nonetheless, an autographed program, though stigmatized, survived decades of time and resides somewhere in this room.

Meanwhile, another that managed to turn up in a musty closet.


My piano and violin studies co-existed for at least 6 years, at which point I turned toward my true love, the piano and pledged fidelity forever. Time was sparing and my practicing needed focus.

Still, to this day I hunt down opportunities to play chamber music in my role as pianist. These have included performing the Beethoven “Ghost” Trio when I resided in Fresno, and the Brandenburg Concerto No. 5, Gigue movement, memorialized in a blog about Merrywood Music Camp.

Finally, my performance of the Mozart G minor Piano Quartet that dates way back in time to the Appel Farm Art and Music Center in Elmer, New Jersey brought the virtuoso violist, Toby Appel to our ensemble. He was about 9 at the time.

In those days members of the Philadelphia orchestra enriched and cross-fertilized our camp experience, just as learning another instrument besides the piano will accomplish the same for those who embark upon the dual instrumental adventure.


What Pianists Can Learn from String Players

Merrywood Music Camp Adventures

Appel Farm Music Camp and the Chicken Coops