After years of fretting and worrying about it, I've finally decided that David Oistrakh is my favorite violinist in the history of the cosmos.
Heifetz, Milstein, and some others are up there, but Oistrakh, for me, is the human embodiment of violin musicality, which is distinct from talent and technique. It's something that inheres through deep cultural osmosis and aesthetic intuition. Oistrakh's Tchaikovsky happens in an artistic dimension almost beyond belief for me.
So it's settled now. I feel better. I can pick out something else to fret and worry about.
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| 1908 - 1974 |
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