Over at the Globe this morning, Richard Dyer seems to be in an unusually dialectical mood in reviewing a couple of last week’s Tanglewood concerts. Historically informed performance vs. unrelieved Romanticism, celebrity vs. musicality, big picture guy vs. micromanager—it’s all here, a mouth-watering Hegelian smorgasbord.
And then (referring to said micromanager) Dyer tosses in one last either-or:
He is a truly formidable musician, but an unsmiling one, and there is no room for playfulness or charm in an approach built on precision and power.
Amen to that, Signore Guerrieri! Thanks for the inspiration. Write on, write on (right on).