The Real Doctor and I went to a recital last weekend at the winery: a graduate piano student at the U of O, from Russia, playing some standards--Beethoven's 1st sonata, Chopin's 2nd sonata, and the first set of Impromptus by Schubert. I don't like to slag on people, so I'll say that it was the best piano recital I'd been to in years, and there were one or two interesting ideas. I will note that the guy played like he was trying to fill a concert hall rather than a tasting room, and that there was very little in the way of tenderness. It was a highly testosterone-driven bit of music making, and it left me feeling, in sympathy with the poor piano, a bit pummeled. There were also more than a few memory lapses, one quite severe, that left me feeling terribly anxious. And the piano itself isn't wonderful--a Pearl River upright, with a tone that left the Real Doctor and me feeling a bit on edge.
I was sort of hoping for a concert experience that would provide a nice break from the frenzy of the last few months. Instead, I've spent what music-time I've had in the last week listening to Radu Lupu and Mitsuko Uchida and others, trying to re-find a musical center.
Oh well. I can look forward to August, when the Douglas County Fair will be hosting Cheap Trick.