=== Unless: A Novel ===
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=== Passage A by Stuart Isacoff ===
During the 1960s I had the honor of being Oscar Peterson’s private student. He and some colleagues had started a school for contemporary music, and though there had to be around fifty students, after about two or three weeks he took me under his wing. From that time on, I saw him three or four times a week, instead of the usual once. He gave me the key to his studio so I could practice on his piano. That was necessary, because he had me practicing thirteen hours a day. Yet, as soon as the keyboard was within reach, he thrust out his right arm and grabbed a handful of notes; at that signal, the bass player, drummer, and guitarist launched into their first number. And suddenly there was that sound. He still had it—a musical personality as large as life, steeped in tradition yet recognizably, unmistakably all its own. For dazzling technique, he followed the lessons of the European classical tradition, culled from childhood sessions first with his sister, Daisy, then with local pianist Louis Hooper and the Hungarian teacher Paul de Marky. He was so serious about his lessons as a young boy that he would practice for up to eighteen hours at a time, he said, on days 'when my mother didn’t drag me off the stool.' De Marky was a good model: he had studied in Budapest with Stefan Thomán, who had studied with the great Franz Liszt—a musical titan of his day and the founder of modern piano technique. De Marky trained Peterson in that great tradition, and assigned the pianist other staples of the repertoire, such as Chopin’s treacherously difficult Etudes. And as he taught Peterson, Paul de Marky honed in on Chopin’s most important trait. 'I don’t hear the melody singing,' he would tell his student. 'The melody is choppy. Make it sing.' And so the works of the celebrated classical composers—great improvisers, all—served as his training ground. So Oscar Peterson didn’t let his students play like him—or like anybody else, for that matter. One day I was using chord voicings [particular spatial arrangements of the tones in a harmony] like those of Bill Evans and he yelled: 'You know that’s not you!' He had a formula for achieving beautiful results at the piano. He called it 'the five T’s': touch, time, tone, technique, and taste. Of course, he had them all. Paul de Marky also encouraged Oscar Peterson’s immersion in the jazz canon. Peterson remembered, 'What I loved about him was that he was not short-sighted. He was a fantastic classical pianist. But I would come to him for a lesson, and he’d be playing jazz records'—greats like Teddy Wilson, Nat 'King' Cole, and Duke Ellington. 'Their playing served as my rudiments,' he reported. Oscar Peterson’s rise to the top of the jazz pantheon was based on a formula that merged the classical European tradition and the homespun American one. But he focused especially on a common denominator he had found in the approach of all the greats: their refusal to settle for anything less than a full command of their resources. 'I never tried to sound like a trumpet or a clarinet,' he said. 'I was taught to respect [this instrument.'