Tonight was opening night of the Philharmonic season and it was a wonderful evening. In the first half, Stravinsky's "Firebird" was grand although I personally enjoyed Glazunov's "Autumn" more. But the best part of the evening came after the intermission. The soloist for Tchaikovsky's "Concerto in D Major for Violin and Orchestra" was Paul Huang. He was amazing. I'm not actually a huge fan of violin music but he truly made that violin sing. I couldn't help wondering, as I watched his flying fingers and busy bow, how many hours of practice must have gone into reaching his level of expertise? And that reminded me of the year two of my granddaughters took violin lessons at their elementary school. In their defense, I don't think the school music teacher was that great on violin herself, but the practices I heard involved lots of screeching and squawking and very little music. They both gave up the violin at the end of that school year and I didn't hear any complaints from their parents.
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