is the autobiography of the world famous pianist famous Abbey Simon, edited by his former student Garnet Ungar. Published in 2017 and available on Amazon, the book traces Simon's artistic and personal journey from his childhood at the Curtis Institute to navigating the thorny business of music and, of course, the music itself. The book also contains several appendices of historical significance.
We had a very dear family friend, Dr. Wanderman, who was a friend of many musicians. He was the doctor for Leopold Godowsky and Josef Hofmann, who was the head of Curtis. He was also a close friend of David Saperton. When I was about eight, Dr. Wanderman brought me to play for Saperton, who wanted me to be brought back to Godowsky's birthday party that night. Hofmann would be there, along with all the most famous musicians in the world. I didn't know all their names, but one name I did know: George Gershwin. I had no real pieces to play, just my own compositions and improvisations. Finally, the time came for me to do my parlor tricks. Godowsky gave me a little theme and said, "Improvise in the Russian style," so I im- provised in the Russian style, very Tchaikovsky-ish. He went into a rage and said, "If you are so unsophisticated and have never really taken any lessons, how do you know what is the Russian style?" Apparently, I answered, "Well, anybody who knows any- thing about music would know that's the Russian style." I never cottoned to Godowsky. I have the feeling that he was irked that I was unimpressed with him, but I was sitting on pins and needles
for my chance to meet George Gershwin. Hofmann, however, took a liking to me because I could do the same things he could do as a kid-play anything in any key and improvise forever. I stayed there until about ten o'clock at night, when my father had to take me home. I never got to meet Gershwin, he must have arrived after I left.
During one of my early years at Curtis, I was called upon to play the bass drum in the school orchestra with Fritz Reiner con- ducting. We were rehearsing Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 4. The
opening of the last movement requires the bass drum to come in precisely at the end of a long line of very fast sixteenth notes. When I had difficulty coming in, I yelled out to Reiner, "I don't understand your beat!" He was so offended that he moved me and the bass drum up to the front of the stage, and when it was time for me to come in, gave me the most enormous beat imaginable.
I had a friend, Nathan Steinberg, who kept saying to me, "You know, you have to play for Dimitri Mitropoulos, he will love your playing." I didn't take it very seriously. How he got to know Mi- tropoulos, I don't know, but they were good friends. One day in New York in 1945, the telephone rang and Nathan said, "What are you doing now?" I said, "Nothing, I'm home." He said, "I'm coming over with Dimitri." I went into a state of panic. Three
quarters of an hour later, they came in and I rushed to the piano. Mitropoulos said, "Calm down!" He was always a sweetheart to everybody, to all young artists. We sat down, and we talked for about an hour, and had a drink, and I made some tea. I don't remember what I played for him. Then I got a letter from Co- lumbia Artists telling me they would represent me, and I was en- gaged to play with the New York Philharmonic, the Philadelphia Orchestra, and the Minneapolis Symphony.
When I arrived for the first time in Buenos Aires I spent the night at my hotel, and then the next morning, a Monday, I looked up the address of Conciertos Daniel. I walked into the office, where Quesada's son, Ernesto Jr., ran the business. He looked around and saw me and said, "Simon, you're here!" I made light chat with him for a while and finally, I got annoyed and said, "What's happening, you act as if you don't expect me." He replied, "No,
you must play here," as if my concert had never been prepared. And it hadn't been prepared. My heart sank. He said, "What are you doing Wednesday?" I said, "For heaven's sakes, I've arrived here for the first time in my life. I don't know a single soul in Argentina. I'm not doing anything on Wednesday!" He said, "I'll make a telephone call" and picked up the phone and there was a long discussion. He said, "If it's alright with you, you'll play a recital 6:30 Wednesday afternoon at the Gran Rex." So, I finally left to walk back to my hotel, but I wanted to see what this Gran Rex was. It was like Radio City Music Hall- huge, maybe 5000 seats. I went back to Ernesto Jr. and said, "Nobody will come to a hall that big to hear me, I'm unknown here." He said, "Don't worry about it, that's our problem." I had no idea how they were going to publicize the concert in one day. The next morning, I woke up, and the entire city was plastered with the announce- ments of El pianista norteamericano Abbey Simon who would be play- ing this and this program at 6:30 at the Gran Rex. I looked at the program, and there was a work I had never heard of by Roberto García Morillo. I ran back to the office and said, "What is this piece?" "Oh, it's the law here, foreign artists must play a work by an Argentine composer. I picked out a piece for you and you'll have no difficulty playing it. He's a nice composer and one of the leading critics here in town." So, I went to a music store to buy the piece-"Juegos" (Games), the second piece from Esquemas. It was a simple set of variations on a childhood theme-and I practiced it like I was at death's door.
Came the concert, and for me, a totally unknown artist, there were probably 2000 people there. I played the new piece while unintentionally adding several thousand of my own variations, and it was a great success. I was playing a pre-war piano, signed by Busoni. He played it in 1905 or something like that. It had lasted all those years, and no one took particular care of it. The
ivory was starting to peel off the keys. I finished with one of my big pieces, the Prokofiev Toccata. At the end, there's this big glissando that goes up-I made the glissando, and I made a little pile of white keys on the floor. One of the audience members even tried to stick them back on. The next morning the news- paper had a caricature of me with the keys on the floor, with the caption El Destructador del Piano.
After the recital, my manager said,
"What are you doing next Tuesday?"
"I don't have anything to do on Tuesday!" "You play again Tuesday afternoon."
For that concert, we sold much better than half the hall. They came expecting me to destroy the new piano and were very disappointed when I didn't. Then my manager said, "Well, we play again on Sunday morning at ten thirty." I said, "This is a Catholic country, everybody goes to church Sunday morning." He said, "They go to concerts Sunday morning," and I sold out the hall.
"Abbey Simon gained international recognition when he won the 1940 Naumburg International Piano Competition, putting him in the heady company of Adele Marcus and his former classmate from the Curtis Institute of Music, Jorge Bolet; more recent competition winners include such luminaries as Stephen Hough and Awadagin Pratt. Called a "supervirtuoso" by the New York Times, Simon has long been regarded as a link to a "Golden Age" of piano playing, one that presumably recalls the virtuosity and expressivity of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. In this autobiography Simon, with the help of his former student Garnet Ungar, recounts his career as a pianist and pedagogue, offering a window into a professional world that has long since evaporated. This book makes no claims to be objective, an approach made eminently clear in Ungar's effusive preface, in which the student's affection and admiration for his teacher are on full display. Simon begins with his childhood in the Bronx, and he reveals himself to be a consummate storyteller. Taking readers through his years as a pupil at Curtis and his close friendship with Bolet, Simon describes a world long gone, one in which Curtis students were simply given grand pianos to compensate for the absence of practice rooms and one in which the annual Curtis Christmas party was a sumptuous, costumed affair. Simon's account of arriving in Buenos Aires in 1955 for concerts amid the chaos of revolution is a highlight of his story, and his description of his time Indiana University's school of music shows just how flexible and serendipitous the world of post-secondary musical training was in those days. The autobiography also covers Simon's time teaching at Juilliard and Houston, during which he maintained a successful concert and recording career. The autobiographical chapters are the best parts of this book, and Simon is indeed a fine raconteur. His descriptions are engaging and vivid, and he provides a glimpse at a more glamorous classical music world than exists today. This is surely worth a read for those interested in Simon's career and in the lifestyle of the concert pianist and celebrity faculty member."