Belgian Classical Violinists - Andre Gertler, Arthur Grumiaux, Casimir Von Blumenthal, Cesar Thomson, Charles Auguste de Beriot, Charles Borremans, E (Paperback)

Please note that the content of this book primarily consists of articles available from Wikipedia or other free sources online. Pages: 19. Chapters: Andre Gertler, Arthur Grumiaux, Casimir von Blumenthal, Cesar Thomson, Charles Auguste de Beriot, Charles Borremans, Edouard Dethier, Eugene Ysaye, Francois Prume, Henri Verbrugghen, Henri Vieuxtemps, Hubert Leonard, Jean-Baptiste Accolay, Jean-Baptiste Singelee, Joseph Dupont (violinist), Joseph von Blumenthal, Lambert Massart, Lola Bobesco, Louis van Waefelghem, Martin Pierre Marsick, Mathieu Crickboom, Sigiswald Kuijken. Excerpt: Eugene Ysaye (French pronunciation: 16 July 1858 - 12 May 1931) was a Belgian violinist, composer and conductor born in Liege. He was regarded as "The King of the Violin," or, as Nathan Milstein put it, the "tsar." His brother was pianist and composer Theo Ysaye (1865-1918), and his great-grandson is Marc Ysaye, drummer of rock band Machiavel. Eugene-Auguste Ysaye came from a background of peasants, though a large part of his family played instruments. As violinist Arnold Steinhardt describes, a legend was passed down through the Ysaye family about the first violin brought to the lineage: It was told of a boy whom some woodcutters found in the forest and brought to the village. The boy grew up to be a blacksmith. Once, at a village festival, he astonished everyone by playing the viol beautifully. From then on the villagers took pleasure in dancing and singing to the strains of his viol. One day an illustrious stranger stopped in front of the smithy to have his horse shod. The count's servant saw the viol inside and told the young smith that he had heard a new Italian instrument played by some minstrels at the count's court. That instrument, called the violin, was much better than the viol - its tone was like the human voice and could express every feeling and passion. From that moment the young man no longer took pleasure in his viol. Day and night he was...