The Maestro and the Boy Chapter 2 by Eric Henderson

In 1970 I was 12 years old and I remember hearing Segovia in concert for the third time.  I remember him finishing the concert and Antonia hurrying me along with my parents to the door to the backstage area at the music center.  Antonia and I were admitted and my parents waited outside.  The reception area was crowded and there was a small but private hallway adjacent to a dressing room.  I remember shaking Segovia’s huge hand that seemed to envelope mine with its thick, thick fingers. He seemed enormous to me yet very kind, he kept smiling to Antonia and speaking in Spanish to her.  I was aware of numerous guitarists who were crowded around waiting to talk to the maestro and hanging on his every word.  I recognized Fred Noad, Chet Atkins and Christopher Parkening, as well as others standing waiting to greet him.   To my surprise, Read more