I have just been to see a show, a rare treat. Vivaldi's the four seasons, performed by Dale Barltrop and the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra.
What a whirlwind of sound. That autumn red shirt, the flick of blond hair, and the capacity crowd. What a night.
A special treat for me was to hear the first icy winds of winter played with an extra piercing edge. All the violinists played them with an almost abrasive sharpness, it really cut through, (like the Hitchcock Psycho shower scene) .
The crowd was happy, their applause resulted in an encore. My daughter, at her first symphonic concert, loved it. So I should have no trouble taking the family along to see the MSO again.
My illustration this week is the swirling Dale Barltrop carrying all before him.