The brilliant young pianist zipped vivacissimamente through the final movement of Beethoven's "Les Adieux" sonata. Impeccable in white tie and tails, he bowed to the storm of applause that swept Carnegie Hall, dutifully played three encores. Later that night, he could be seen walking down neon-gaudy Broadway. Just five blocks south of the august concert hall, he ducked into a cellar. Within a few minutes Concert Pianist Friedrich Gulda was on the bandstand, amid the smoke and clatter of Broadway's famed Birdland nightclub, playing jazz—cool, glittering and poignant as icicles. Sitting in with...
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