Tuesday, 3 April 2012

And his sweat became like drops of blood

I know the world has heard enough lame Johan Botha jokes but in this case it was no exaggeration. Here’s a review of his agony in the garden with the Wiener Philharmoniker, Philippe Jordan, and a score I want to hear performed more often. There’s also yet another brilliant conductor headshot for your amusement.

No comments:

Post a Comment