01-29-2024, 12:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-29-2024, 12:17 AM by Drunk Monk.)
Cellist Amit Peled & Pianist Peter Miyamoto
Peled made some funny commentary about the games. He is from Baltimore so he was bummed about the Ravens. He thanked everyone for being there instead of watching the Niners*. They opened with some Gershwin which always reminds me of 50s B&W movies. I’m not that into Gershwin. They did a piece by Florence Price, who is having a resurgence lately, and rightly so. Her works are beautiful. Then Peled spoke passionately about Israel (his native country - he became an American recently) and played a traditional lullaby then an ode piece that I didn’t know but it was very soulful. We were in the front row on the far house right so we could only see the feet of the pianist. We were both distracted by Miyamoto tapping his digital sheet music pedal because it made a loud clack.
After a short intermission (they had to catch a red eye to Washington) they went into a Copeland piece that allowed them both to show off their virtuosity. Then the closes with this pop piece that Peled wove a lot of showtunes into which annoyed Stacy because Fiddler on the Roof was an earworm for her, disrupting the more stellar pieces earlier.
I was very moved by the cello. It’s such a rich warm instrument and Peled brought out so many colors I’d never felt from it before. I’ve only heard cellos in quartets or orchestras, not as a soloist like this. It was dreamy, as sultry as a violin but with that bass bottom. I was more taken by the cello than the piano.
It was a full house, and an extremely polite and attentive audience. The unusual heat (mid 70s in January) brought out everyone’s good spirits and it was a lovely sunset over Monterey, which we could see clearly from the church windows.
* I could’ve worked the playoff game at Levi’s with RM, but aside from the Super Bowl, I’ve never worked a football game.
Peled made some funny commentary about the games. He is from Baltimore so he was bummed about the Ravens. He thanked everyone for being there instead of watching the Niners*. They opened with some Gershwin which always reminds me of 50s B&W movies. I’m not that into Gershwin. They did a piece by Florence Price, who is having a resurgence lately, and rightly so. Her works are beautiful. Then Peled spoke passionately about Israel (his native country - he became an American recently) and played a traditional lullaby then an ode piece that I didn’t know but it was very soulful. We were in the front row on the far house right so we could only see the feet of the pianist. We were both distracted by Miyamoto tapping his digital sheet music pedal because it made a loud clack.
After a short intermission (they had to catch a red eye to Washington) they went into a Copeland piece that allowed them both to show off their virtuosity. Then the closes with this pop piece that Peled wove a lot of showtunes into which annoyed Stacy because Fiddler on the Roof was an earworm for her, disrupting the more stellar pieces earlier.
I was very moved by the cello. It’s such a rich warm instrument and Peled brought out so many colors I’d never felt from it before. I’ve only heard cellos in quartets or orchestras, not as a soloist like this. It was dreamy, as sultry as a violin but with that bass bottom. I was more taken by the cello than the piano.
It was a full house, and an extremely polite and attentive audience. The unusual heat (mid 70s in January) brought out everyone’s good spirits and it was a lovely sunset over Monterey, which we could see clearly from the church windows.
* I could’ve worked the playoff game at Levi’s with RM, but aside from the Super Bowl, I’ve never worked a football game.
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