Monday, 24 September 2012

Jesus, Byron and Küchl walk into a bar...


... and one of them sticks out like a macheted thumb. More on Vladimir Jurowski’s inauspicious Wiener Philharmoniker debut at the Theater an der Wien here; there is nothing really to add except that Rainer Küchl was Konzertmeister for the night and managed to centre his pitch around a tenth of the time while playing with squealing tone all the time.

2 comments:

  1. I don't know how you got away with that last paragraph, but I'm very amused/pleased that you did.

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  2. Yeah... you, by contrast, really built up the tension ... just as I was beginning to think that I couldn't take any more, came the redemptive climax in the last paragraph...

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