For heaven's sake, whoever heard of a gay pianist? I asked my friend Van
Cliburn about this and he quite emphatically replied "No!" There was even a
note (no pun intended) of indignation in his voice. Then he quietly got
dressed and left. I believed him. What's next? Gay quarterbacks?
Fred
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"You shall know the truth, and it shall make you odd."
--Flannery O'Connor
>My roommate is a big fan of pianist Jim Brickman, and we went to his concert
>the other night. Our gaydar was set off the first moment we heard him speak.
I hear Jim Brickman ocassionally on the radio in Cleveland (his hometown). My
gaydar goes off just hearing his voice. He's goodlooking enough to be gay.
Best,
Jerry
Speaking of Van Cliburn...
There's an anecdote in C.A. Tripp's "The Homosexual Matrix" (1975) when he
discusses camp:
Camp can also be vigorously assaultive, as in the duplicity of
exaggerating one's own frailty (stacking it up, so to speak) while
highhandedly ridiculing an opponent's position at the same time. When
a now well-known concert pianist was drafted into the U.S. Army and
assigned to play in the band, he soon found the work very abrasive,
so he decided to declare his homosexuality and get discharged. The
short interview went like this: Psychiatrist: "Why do you want to
get out of the service?" Pianist: "Well, you can't take a tree out
of the tropics, plant it at the Nort Pole and expect it to blossom."
Psychiatrist: "Are you a tree?" Pianist (while raising both arms
straight up with his hands sharply bent at the wrists): "Yes, and
now I'm going to raise my leafy arms and pray." Such answers may
infuriate an adversary, and invite him to give a moral lecture (as
they did in this case), but they leave little room for effective
counterattack.
Tripp also outed people like Sen. Joseph McCarthy, J. Edgar Hoover and
Cardinal Spellman in this book without mentioning their names, but added
the names in the 1987 edition. This particular blind item remained blind,
leading me to assume its subject was still alive. The only name I ever
managed to come up with for the "well-known concert pianist" was Van
Cliburn, mainly because he was about the only well-known American concert
pianist I could think of, but I don't even know whether he was the right
age to have been in the WW2 draft. Any better guesses?
Tom (remembering that there are only three kinds of pianist: jewish ones,
gay ones, and bad ones)
Just dropping in for a plug: Despite its age,
this book remains one of the best ever on
homosexuality from a psychological standpoint. I
It had a lot do with smoothing my coming-out road
and I'm pretty sure it's still in print.
> The only name I ever
> managed to come up with for the "well-known concert pianist" was Van
> Cliburn, mainly because he was about the only well-known American concert
> pianist I could think of, but I don't even know whether he was the right
> age to have been in the WW2 draft. Any better guesses?
Liberace?
--M.
I don't think Van is that old. I really don't think he's even 60 yet. Wow! That
sounds old tonight!
No longer in print, according to Amazon.
> > The only name I ever
> > managed to come up with for the "well-known concert pianist" was Van
> > Cliburn, mainly because he was about the only well-known American
concert
> > pianist I could think of, but I don't even know whether he was the
right
> > age to have been in the WW2 draft. Any better guesses?
>
> Liberace?
If the god-awful biopic I've seen about him had any truth to it, he was
way, way too closeted to do something like this, even if he had ever been
drafted.
>> Speaking of Van Cliburn...
>>
>> There's an anecdote in C.A. Tripp's "The Homosexual Matrix" (1975) when he
>> discusses camp:
>
>Just dropping in for a plug: Despite its age,
>this book remains one of the best ever on
>homosexuality from a psychological standpoint. I
>It had a lot do with smoothing my coming-out road
>and I'm pretty sure it's still in print.
>
>> The only name I ever
>> managed to come up with for the "well-known concert pianist" was Van
>> Cliburn, mainly because he was about the only well-known American concert
>> pianist I could think of, but I don't even know whether he was the right
>> age to have been in the WW2 draft. Any better guesses?
>
>Liberace?
>
>--M.
I wouldn't call Liberace a "concert" pianist; he's not in the same league as
someone like Van Cliburn. I hate that label anyway. I'm a pianist and I give
concerts but would never call myself a "concert pianist' although I know it's a
popular term.
Anyway, back to the subject. Earl Wild definitely came to my mind as I read
this thread. He's difinitely the right age (born in 1915) and, he's gay (he
makes no secret of it). But I looked up some information on him and he was in
the Navy during the war. He played lots of concerts at the White House and
often accompanied First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt on speaking engagements to play
the national anthem before her speech. He developed his speciality in the
music of Gershwin then also as he often played the Rhapsody in Blue and
Concerto in F.
Wild is a lovely and very entertaining man. I had dinner with him and his
companion once and that story sounds just like something he would have done but
some of the details aren't right.
Van Cliburn is in that group of musicians that would immediately come to
mind--John Browning, Leonard Bernstein, Samuel Barber (although he was a
singer) but they're probably all a little too young. Maybe Grant Johannesen
(born in 1921); he was married to the cellist Zara Nelsova but I heard he
divorced her and came out the closet (this would have probably been in the
80s).
That's the best I can do.
Best,
Jerry
I should have done better research first. Cliburn was born July 12, 1934,
which makes him 64 today, and too young for the draft. I misremembered his
historic win at the Tchaikovsky Competition in Moscow as having happened
much earlier in the Cold War than it actually did, in 1958. (It was
Kruschev the jury had to ask permission from to let him win, not Stalin as
I remembered the story incorrectly.)
Tom (so we'll probably never know who it was then)