Diana Cohen Concert
May 2, 2015
|Diana Cohen in The Celebration Series|
The concert was mainly Bach, Beethoven and Brahms, but there was “Tre Pessi” by Gyorgy Kurtag as part of the programme.
Cohen explained in the first half that she had been going through all of the programmes of the Marlboro Music Festival (Marlboro, Vermont) and had come across an interesting note. There was a time when a new work was played, that it was done twice so that the audience could get acquainted with it. She said that was her intention last night. So Akiko Tominaga (the pianist) and she played the Tre Pessi in the middle of the first half of the programme, and then again in the second half.
|... an image of Kurtag from rthe essay ...|
Read more about him in the Central Europe Review, in the article entitled “The Mind is a Free Creature”. Reading the interview will take about as long as it took to play the piece: three short vignettes, over before they had hardly started.
When the last note was finished, I whispered to Pouria, “The violin sounded like a flute , so breathy, so much wind.” He nodded.
The music was divine. I laugh now when I heard someone say about music or about food or about art, “That was the best ever.”
But yes. That is how the concert felt, only underlining the truth that there is nothing like the concert hall for sound.
As well, an irrelevant note, mostly about living in Calgary. Before we left for the concert, I remarked to Pouria that this audience will be well-dressed and casually dressed. Some of the patrons are music students who have been in their jeans and t-shirts all day and don’t bother to change, but just head out to the concert. Some of us are retired and this is the only place we go where we can get dressed up a bit. But I was interested in the fasion statement of the couple sitting ahead of me. He had on his Flames hockey jersey and a white Stetson which he did not take off during the concert. The hat was banded with feathers and a small ornamental whisk broom, it seemed, though I couldn't really tell its iconic purpose.
“How do you think she got him to this concert,” I whispered to Pouria.
But who am I to say?
It might have been him who got her to attend.