Carrying his priceless Stradivarius cello* over his head like a toy. strapping (6 ft. 3½ in.) Virtuoso Gregor Piatigorsky threaded his way through the string section of the New York Philharmonic-Symphony one evening last week, settled himself into the soloist's chair by the podium and launched into a Cello Concerto newly written for him by his old friend Sir William Walton. If the piece itself seemed to ramble like a sun-warmed cow through sprawling masses of musical foliage. Piatigorsky's playing of it was a marvel of taste and tone. Under his sensitive hands, the cello sang like a deep-throated bell,...
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