Between the last generations of our pianists, every year
more and more crowded by the stringent sequence of the Context, Andrea Bacchett’s figure
got his own importance, as far as originality is concerned, in a comparison with some
efficience-models to which the young Genoese pianist seems to oppose more inventive patterns. |
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And actually the result is to give a temper to each of these brief pages, even seeing that sort of white heat that the very apparent casualness would hardly let us suspect. |
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