The word, from the Top
At Tanglewood's Ozawa Hall recitals, everyone great and small hangs around at intermission -- which explains why, at a concert by the venerable Emerson String Quartet, I, who do not play the violin, could dare to sidle up to the legendary Joseph Silverstein, the much-decorated, mega-famous Boston Symphony concertmaster for 22 years, who has performed and recorded all this chamber music -- and complain that Mozart's Quartet K. 575 sounded thin.
He fixed me with a â€śThis time you really overreachedâ€ť squinty stare and said, â€śYouâ€™re wrong. Youâ€™re so wrong, youâ€™re absolutely wrong.â€ť He spoke of the Emersonâ€™s refinement and elegance, which I had missed out on because I was dozing (donâ€™t look for a review from me).
I slunk off, vowing to mend my ways after intermission, and had a great time with Beethoven Op. 130 -- original Grosse Fuge ending. By golly, it was rich with refinement and eleganceâ€“plus substance, sweep, and what a colleague once unfortunately called â€śforward thrust.â€ť No sleeping possible.
Now THAT will be mentioned in my review.
Pictured: A file photo of Silverstein conducting a rehearsal of the Tanglewood Student Orchestra. (Courtesy of Whitestone Photo)