I was trained as a classical pianist from kindergarten through 12th grade.
My teachers took me to Houston to twice see Arthur Rubinstein perform, and once to see Vladimir Horowitz. These men were giants at their craft. Rubinstein was already a very old gentleman by then, and I was struck by two things: After a lifetime of playing so many pieces, he never practiced, and watching him in his 80's strike the keys so hard in the sforzando moments (the largest of all accents in written music), his butt would come off the bench slightly ! After his concerts, he always had one Martini waiting, and left with a MUCH younger woman on each arm.
I began to think classical music wasn't as stuffy as I once thought. . . .
Horowitz was the more emotive, flamboyant of the two, by a little. I was a teenager, and to see these Old Masters was a stunning revelation, and yet I was too young to understand a life spent at the mercy of their craft, and how that much living informed their playing.
Here, he's being interviewed for 60 MINUTES by Mike Wallace back in those days. During the Second World War, he'd take part in War Bond shows, and would often play 'Stars and Stripes Forever'. Wallace asks him about this, his vanity takes over and complains it's been too long, and in a moment every musician instantly understands, his wife leans in and says, 'Oh go ahead, would you?!?' Big shot artist, huh? Nope, her husband !
Roll up to 4:15 and listen to him whine !