I knew I could never match my father as a violinist, and there were already four generations of outstanding cellists in the family.
How could a New Yorker possibly take something called the Hollywood String Quartet seriously?
To my mind and ear, there is simply nothing that compares to the musical sophistication of a late Beethoven, Bartok, Schubert or Brahms work for minimal forces.
I've come to the conclusion that a long, personal relationship is next to impossible for me. Ultimately, music is a possessive mistress.
A music director cannot and should not be chosen on the basis of a first date. It is not so difficult to make a good impression with a single appearance, usually containing some of a conductor's party pieces, works they have performed successfully many times before.
I'm not particularly lucid after a concert. I'm not very lucid before, either.
