Vadim Gluzman: Life Lessons

When I think of my first teacher in Riga, Romans Šnē, I have memories of an incredibly patient man who suffered through teaching this impossible kid who couldn’t sit quietly for two minutes. He taught me that certain things are expected, whether you like it or not. It might be a cliché, but he really made me fall in love with the violin. After eight years with him, I moved to Novosibirsk to study with Zakhar Bron. It was incredibly enriching to be around such talented musicians. We would attend each other’s lessons and practice sessions, and still today when I meet with classmates we can’t stop talking about that time. That one year there gave me a real kick-start.

Only two weeks after arriving with my family in Israel at 16 I heard that Isaac Stern was going to listen to young violinists at the Jerusalem Music Centre. By sheer luck I bumped into him at reception and asked to play for him. Out of pity, he agreed to listen to me for five minutes – which turned into two hours. I left that room with a clear understanding that I knew absolutely nothing about music and violin playing. If it was not for that afternoon in 1990, I wouldn’t be the musician I am today. He insisted I started playing second violin in Haydn quartets. For a young, cocky Soviet violinist, that felt like such a downgrade! But my saving grace was that I was stubborn and curious. Once I caught the virus of chamber music, I never went back. Stern also made crystal-clear something I had got from my first teacher: that nothing was ever good enough. It instils in you a perpetuum mobile that simply refuses to stop. It is an indispensable quality in an artist, and without it, we can happily – or not happily – retire…