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Tuesday, February 08, 2011


P Normand

Emanuel Vardi (or 'Manny' as his friends knew him) was my dad, and will be sorely missed! I vividly remember at 7 years old, in my bedroom, falling asleep to the sounds of the Paganini caprices being practiced and played on viola. This went on very late at night and all day on Saturdays and Sundays. You see my dad had built a professional recording studio over the garage of our house in New Jersey, and he spent the better part of a year recording the caprices there. As he recently told me, "I learned each one to perfection, then recorded it. Then I went on to learn and record the next caprice. That was the only way to do it, one at a time. Otherwise it would have been too daunting a task to undertake!" Of course, this was just something he did on his free time: his 'day job' was as a studio musician in NYC....

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