Mine were only Brief Encounters, but deeply significant to me. I've dropped these names so often, but here we go again...
I once helped Rudolf Nureyev remove snow from the roof of his car (a white Mercedes sports car). He kept saying 'We need a brush', but neither of us had one. Snow was removed all the same. This was about 1964 when he was still young and beautiful (and I was nearer to that than I am now!)
I bumped into Peter Pears in Aldeburgh High Street in the year he was 70..... not surprising, I suppose. Big thrill for me, though. We had a brief conversation and he was very nice. Also that year I was with a friend I had met there (having left husband and children at home) - I can't now quite remember what building we were in, perhaps the Festival Club - and we heard the sound of a violin behind a door. Cautiously we opened the door, then backed away nervously when we saw it was Henryk Szeryng doing a bit of practice. He saw us and said, "Come in, come in! Music is for everyone!". So we did.
Another time in Aldeburgh, not during the Festival, my husband and I almost literally bumped into Rostropovich in the music shop. He laughed a lot, I remember.
I once helped Rudolf Nureyev remove snow from the roof of his car (a white Mercedes sports car). He kept saying 'We need a brush', but neither of us had one. Snow was removed all the same. This was about 1964 when he was still young and beautiful (and I was nearer to that than I am now!)
I bumped into Peter Pears in Aldeburgh High Street in the year he was 70..... not surprising, I suppose. Big thrill for me, though. We had a brief conversation and he was very nice. Also that year I was with a friend I had met there (having left husband and children at home) - I can't now quite remember what building we were in, perhaps the Festival Club - and we heard the sound of a violin behind a door. Cautiously we opened the door, then backed away nervously when we saw it was Henryk Szeryng doing a bit of practice. He saw us and said, "Come in, come in! Music is for everyone!". So we did.
Another time in Aldeburgh, not during the Festival, my husband and I almost literally bumped into Rostropovich in the music shop. He laughed a lot, I remember.
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