Yesterday evening I went to the Milan Auditorium for the first concert of the season. It was wonderful to be back, sitting in a comfortable seat, soft low lights and enveloped by great music.
I’ve never really liked c.d’s always preferring old-fashioned vinyl and I’m really happy it seems to be making a come-back. Maybe it has something to do with the ritual surrounding listening to a 33 r.p.m.? And certainly the ritual surrounding a concert is palpable.
Last night Weber, Schumann, Finzi, Respighi