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In February — it was now 1959 — Andres Segovia visited Washington Hall. I went early with a group of friends to get seats close to the stage. When Mr. Segovia appeared, applause acknowledged his reputation as the world's greatest classical guitarist. He took his chair at center stage and waited until every distracting cough and stirring had ceased, waited until there was almost perfect silence in the antique auditorium. Then he began to play. The sounds that he drew forth from the six strings were haunting. He played transcriptions of keyboard works by Bach, Scarlatti and Albeniz. Pieces that were written for the broad range of the piano were condensed into the range of the guitar. But nothing of the melodies, harmonies and counterpoints was lost; all of the profound beauty was preserved and presented. It was an unforgettable experience and I have loved the classical guitar ever since. [http://www.nd.edu/~ndmag/reflect/heil.html]

Wade Smith, a Raleigh attorney who graduated in 1960, remembers going to hear the great classical guitarist Andres Segovia. Well into his performance, a phone began ringing backstage. And, against Segovia's soft strumming, kept ringing. Segovia continued to play, as the audience grew more and more restless. "Finally, Segovia stopped playing, turned his head slightly to address those in the wings and announced loudly, `Eef eet is for me, please tell them I am beesy!'" [http://gazette.unc.edu/archives/02apr10/morestories.html]

Manuel Donley: "The first time I heard an Andres Segovia recording, I couldn't believe it," exclaims Donley about the Spanish classical guitar master. "I couldn't believe it was one man. Where did he get all those fingers? But being as ignorant and determined as I was, I said, 'Well, I have one mind, like he does, and I have 10 fingers, like he does.' So I forced myself to go buy some music and I learned all the scales. All those seven notes, I learned them inside out. I explored all the combinations. I said, 'Music can't be that complicated. It's only seven notes.' I forced myself to learn all the classics on the guitar." [http://weeklywire.com/ww/11-30-98/austin_music_feature2.html]

In 1984 Andres Segovia performed at U of M and I had two front row center seats about fifteen feet from the maestro. The day before the concert my mother-in-law died; the first viewing was the evening of the concert. I thoroughly enjoyed the concert! My wife went with me even though she was criticized later by her sibling; I told her it was her call, but I was not allowing that B- to interfere with seeing Segovia; Segovia was 91yrs as I recall and I knew there would be no more chances for me. Some fool brought a baby to the concert; the baby started fussing and the maestro stopped playing set his guitar to one side folded his arms and waited; after several minutes the offender got the message and left; there was a big write-up in the Detroit news about that inconsiderate woman bringing a baby to that concert. [http://www.acousticguitar.com/ubbcgi/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=print_topic;f=4;t=003061]