February 8th, 2019



Tonight’s Brahms Requiem at the Philharmonic was rather good. I’ll put that right up front, since it’s likely that everything else I’ll manage to say will be about it not being good enough. The music was all there, but I heard it rather than felt it. A frisson or cohesion, an underlying spark, perhaps a sense of freedom or discovery, something wasn’t there to release the energy of it.