[This anonymous article appeared in an unidentified English newspaper.
A cutting of the original is in the collection of myself, NN, tucked into a booklet for the
International Celebrity Subscription Concerts, season 1927-1928, in England.
The cutting is undated, but an advertisement on the verso indicates that it was published in 1927.
This web version is dated 12 November 2013.
Playing to live.
PINING AWAY IN RETIREMENT.
Vladimir de Pachmann, the pianist,
who is 79, retired two years ago to his
villa on the sunny slopes of the Roman
hills, but he is back in London, to play
again to English audiences. He has
returned to the concert platform
because he was pining away through
inactivity. Gone were the faces of his
admirers, gone were the echoes of
applause from great audiences, gone was
the necessity to practice hour after hour
at his beloved piano. He became ill. A
strange lassitude overcame him.
Doctors could find nothing organically
wrong with him. Then one day a young
Italian physician said to Pachmann's
manager: "He misses the faces, the
applause, the music that enchanted his
admirers. He must play again."
A woman friend asked him one day
if he would not emerge from his retirement
to play at her house in
commemoration of Chopin. He played, and
his strange sickness was banished.
Now he is to play in public in England,
and he hopes to play until he dies.
ONLY WAY TO PLAY.
In a little sitting-room in his flat in
the West End yesterday Pachmann sat
at his piano and played Schumann and
Godowsky to a little gathering of
friends. And he interspersed his playing
with animated conversation. He
Every day I play for hours. I
never play a piece in public until I have
played it in private several thousand
times. There is only one way of playing.
The elbows must be on a level with the
keyboard, the hands straight out almost
resting on the keys. So . . . (And he
played for several minutes to illustrate
his facile manner.) It is the only way,
and I can play all day like that.
Pachmann rises every morning about
eight o'clock, has a hearty breakfast,
and then he has a cigar, and plays till
He never takes any exercise—except at the piano.