I see from my trusty little dashboard what you really want, dear readers. And it isn’t yet another boring post on Xenakis or Chabrier.
No, you want more Yuja Wang. Well, I got nuthin’ except the cover of her latest CD, which you see posted above. Isn’t she just adorable in that fur hat? Makes her look positively Russian doesn’t it? I wonder if she’ll wear it, or her little red dress, or possibly both, for her debut in Carnegie Hall next month. I, for one, hope so.
Others seem to be looking for my review of the Pacific Symphony’s Tchaikovsky Spectacular at Verizon Wireless Amphitheater in Irvine on Saturday. Well, I’m sure it was a blast but I wasn’t there. Why? Because no one paid me to go, that’s why. I’m not a schmuck.
And, as Samuel Johnson said: “No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money.” (I wonder what Samuel Johnson looked like in a fur hat.)
Still, I was paid to go to the Tchaikovsky Spectacular last year. You could read that review and just change a few names and I’m sure it will serve.
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