12-11-2023, 04:40 PM
Violinist Oliver Neubauer & Pianist Zhu Wang
These two were kids. KIDS! Well, I mean they were in their early 20s, but they looked like teens. Kinda pissed me off. Between them, they may have a third of the years spent practicing than I have poured into my martial arts, and these little punks were total masters of their form. My lord. Im not even in the damn ballgame.
They swapped the first piece from Beethoven to Mozart which Stacy thoroughly enjoyed but I viewed with some skepticism... or grudging disdain...kids, man. That was a good piece. They followed that with Enseco's Sonata #3 which was an insane sound clash of ideas - it just went all over the place and I had to bow down to their mad skills. Then after intermission, they did Grieg Sonata #3 (another insane piece), followed by Tchaikovsky and a violin solo by Coleridge-Taylor Parkinson.
They encored with an excerpt of Gershwin's Porgy and Bess, which annoyed Stacy because it's such a pop ear worm that it erased all the cool stuff prior. I probably wouldn't have been as annoyed had not Stacy brought it to my attention.
Oliver was dynamic and dashing and surely woos the ladies into chamber music - skinny as a rail but man, could he play. My only consolation was that Zhu had poor posture, and that will surely catch up with him when he reaches maturity. RSI is the unspoken horror of every musician. He could easily shift to another music genre someday, something simpler - he had that mad approach of a rock star.
Another fine show. It was sorely under attended. Maybe a third full. I felt bad for the performers but was glad to have more run of the place. We sat in the same place - front row, house left, which gave us a fine view of the performers' backsides but also the church Christmas tree and the lovely sunset over Mo Bay.
I'm totally digging these shows. They're so masterful and low stress. We were running late after a quick hike with Yuki in Pogonip, but we still got there in plenty of time to get great parking and great seats (it's general seating).
These two were kids. KIDS! Well, I mean they were in their early 20s, but they looked like teens. Kinda pissed me off. Between them, they may have a third of the years spent practicing than I have poured into my martial arts, and these little punks were total masters of their form. My lord. Im not even in the damn ballgame.
They swapped the first piece from Beethoven to Mozart which Stacy thoroughly enjoyed but I viewed with some skepticism... or grudging disdain...kids, man. That was a good piece. They followed that with Enseco's Sonata #3 which was an insane sound clash of ideas - it just went all over the place and I had to bow down to their mad skills. Then after intermission, they did Grieg Sonata #3 (another insane piece), followed by Tchaikovsky and a violin solo by Coleridge-Taylor Parkinson.
They encored with an excerpt of Gershwin's Porgy and Bess, which annoyed Stacy because it's such a pop ear worm that it erased all the cool stuff prior. I probably wouldn't have been as annoyed had not Stacy brought it to my attention.
Oliver was dynamic and dashing and surely woos the ladies into chamber music - skinny as a rail but man, could he play. My only consolation was that Zhu had poor posture, and that will surely catch up with him when he reaches maturity. RSI is the unspoken horror of every musician. He could easily shift to another music genre someday, something simpler - he had that mad approach of a rock star.
Another fine show. It was sorely under attended. Maybe a third full. I felt bad for the performers but was glad to have more run of the place. We sat in the same place - front row, house left, which gave us a fine view of the performers' backsides but also the church Christmas tree and the lovely sunset over Mo Bay.
I'm totally digging these shows. They're so masterful and low stress. We were running late after a quick hike with Yuki in Pogonip, but we still got there in plenty of time to get great parking and great seats (it's general seating).
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