Scene: Was listening on the bitchin-tho-tiny Tivoli radio.. On bed; zonked out after a gratis ride home/when the Acura Plutocrat, driver-door latch spring had failed, thence crawl-over-to-passenger side ... ... to Exit! {{sigh}}. *Audrey on carpet, by door.
Then, KDFC/worldwide starts the above, with the virtuoso clarinetist Sabine Meier: Also Wiki: I perk, Audrey looks up, walks over and climbs up; she settles down with her head on my hand; no purring and not napping. In the haunting 3rd Movement, a tempo almost Largo ... she stretches out full-length, licks my hand (was that a "Thanks, Bud?")
My take: Had Sergei Nakariakov chosen the Clarinet--he would sound precisely like Sabine, my Reed-Heroine.. That haunting 3rd Movement plumbed the heights of flawless æsthetics, tone and musicianship beyond a Fare-thee-Well, deemed moi.
En fin, If.. The Mæstro is sometimes Your mæstro, I'll bet that for you too: this sumptuous M. Masterpiece just might momentarily completely erase the daily skunk-taste in your gizzard from the current malevolent zeitgeist. And bonus ... for some Time ... after.
tl;dr Loved. It. heaps.
Bon appetít, occasional.. string-quartet quintet fans.
* Audrey, Über-cat, rescued from the (real) Crazy-cat-Lady (as her neuropathology progressed), successor to nonpareil Squeak as resident Music critic ..w/far-better hearing than moi, presumably. ( Envy.)
Then, KDFC/worldwide starts the above, with the virtuoso clarinetist Sabine Meier: Also Wiki: I perk, Audrey looks up, walks over and climbs up; she settles down with her head on my hand; no purring and not napping. In the haunting 3rd Movement, a tempo almost Largo ... she stretches out full-length, licks my hand (was that a "Thanks, Bud?")
My take: Had Sergei Nakariakov chosen the Clarinet--he would sound precisely like Sabine, my Reed-Heroine.. That haunting 3rd Movement plumbed the heights of flawless æsthetics, tone and musicianship beyond a Fare-thee-Well, deemed moi.
En fin, If.. The Mæstro is sometimes Your mæstro, I'll bet that for you too: this sumptuous M. Masterpiece just might momentarily completely erase the daily skunk-taste in your gizzard from the current malevolent zeitgeist. And bonus ... for some Time ... after.
tl;dr Loved. It. heaps.
Bon appetít, occasional.. string-
* Audrey, Über-cat, rescued from the (real) Crazy-cat-Lady (as her neuropathology progressed), successor to nonpareil Squeak as resident Music critic ..w/far-better hearing than moi, presumably. ( Envy.)