August 22, 2017
Thirty five years ago I was in Vienna, playing with the Junior Symphony in an international competition. I remember the Golden Hall. Listening to the concert recording, transferred from tape to CD,t here are moments when we sounded like a professional orchestra. After all these years, I remember the piccolo parts of the music we spent a year preparing. I remember the heat of the concert hall - there wasn't air conditioning anywhere in 1982 Vienna. And at the end of the tape, my memory was confirmed: the audience clapping coalesced into unison, pounding rhythmically, demanding one more piece. Amazing.