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question asked in old thread apparently closed.
Clara had willed her concert theremin to Dalit Warshaw, a former student whose mother was a close friend to Clara.
Dalit had given up interest in learning to play the theremin some years before. The will was never changed. I did not know that.
In late conversation with Clara at her home, in the summer of '97, Clara brightly told me, and I paraphrase from memory: "My theremin is going to the IPAM (International Piano Archives at Maryland) along with all my papers."
That was a pleasing prospect to me, who visited the Archive at the University of Maryland, meeting founder, Gregor Benko at that time. Me relating to Mr. Benko what an asset that unique theremin will be for the instituion: something alive and accessible for thereminists to see and play on at the archive.
Why the IPAM? That was where sister Nadia Reisenberg's library of papers had gone years earlier. These sisters were inseparable, nearly.
The IPAM did not get the theremin; Clara, being of forgetful mind at the end, and often confused as to details, had never updated the will.
In result, the unique instrument has been lost to public view, so far as I know. Not a thing to be done about it now.
If ever it resurfaces and is put to the public view again, time will have altered it for the worse. Its carefully attuned sound, -designed- by Clara herself, will likley have been lost to some great or small extent. The entire intstrument is a symbiosis. If some tone deaf technical fumbler gets into the instrument to fix it when some small derangement silences it, -changes- are liable to result in loss of the Rockmore tone.
That is the double pity.
sorry, I wish I could've mapped out its circuitry. But even Clara did not trust anyone to go very deep into the instrument, other than Bob Moog. And even he had been locked out from her life by then.
I was the only guy with personal access. I did not want to push the matter too hard. As it turned out, I did push too hard, unwittingly falliing into a trap of soap-opera proportions.
Well, that's enough. It makes me upset to think about the final seven months or so of her life and my exclusion from her life during that time.
reid
question asked in old thread apparently closed.
Clara had willed her concert theremin to Dalit Warshaw, a former student whose mother was a close friend to Clara.
Dalit had given up interest in learning to play the theremin some years before. The will was never changed. I did not know that.
In late conversation with Clara at her home, in the summer of '97, Clara brightly told me, and I paraphrase from memory: "My theremin is going to the IPAM (International Piano Archives at Maryland) along with all my papers."
That was a pleasing prospect to me, who visited the Archive at the University of Maryland, meeting founder, Gregor Benko at that time. Me relating to Mr. Benko what an asset that unique theremin will be for the instituion: something alive and accessible for thereminists to see and play on at the archive.
Why the IPAM? That was where sister Nadia Reisenberg's library of papers had gone years earlier. These sisters were inseparable, nearly.
The IPAM did not get the theremin; Clara, being of forgetful mind at the end, and often confused as to details, had never updated the will.
In result, the unique instrument has been lost to public view, so far as I know. Not a thing to be done about it now.
If ever it resurfaces and is put to the public view again, time will have altered it for the worse. Its carefully attuned sound, -designed- by Clara herself, will likley have been lost to some great or small extent. The entire intstrument is a symbiosis. If some tone deaf technical fumbler gets into the instrument to fix it when some small derangement silences it, -changes- are liable to result in loss of the Rockmore tone.
That is the double pity.
sorry, I wish I could've mapped out its circuitry. But even Clara did not trust anyone to go very deep into the instrument, other than Bob Moog. And even he had been locked out from her life by then.
I was the only guy with personal access. I did not want to push the matter too hard. As it turned out, I did push too hard, unwittingly falliing into a trap of soap-opera proportions.
Well, that's enough. It makes me upset to think about the final seven months or so of her life and my exclusion from her life during that time.
reid