On first impression, John Williams’ second violin concerto didn’t strike me as an instant classic, but there’s more than a little here to warrant repeated listening.
Next summer promises to be a safe one, musically, at Tanglewood.
Nearly three decades after he left us, Bernstein’s music seems to be in good hands and anything but forgotten. And his larger musical influence strongly endures.
In honor of what would have been Leonard Bernstein’s hundredth birthday, the Tanglewood Festival is pulling out all the stops.
It is my sad duty to report that an evening which looked so promising was hardly a worthy homage to an important musical figure of the 20th century.
If there is such a thing as world music, this is it.
Hardly any of the under-60s generation can tell you who Serge Koussevitzky was or what his legacy consists of.
The BSO’s Americana concert could only provide four beautiful snapshots of a very complicated landscape.
The bust of Leonard Bernstein was done by New England artist Penelope Jencks and commissioned by legendary film composer John Williams.
It occurred to me that, given the variety of the Metropolitan Opera’s current problems, maybe General Manager Peter Gelb should consider putting this best of all possible Candides on his menu.