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Would like to report spring fever or at least a little funsies, but no such luck. Hard to concentrate with the summer switch turned on this week. Reading outdoors has been soothing, and that’s about as exciting as it gets. Got a tree id confirmation from my friend Michael H because it was driving me crazy and he knows all things flora- the trees with the white buds (for about two weeks) that line Philly streets at the beginning of spring are fruitless pear trees and the pink flowerings are cherry. The pear trees have shed their petals but the cherrys are still voluptuous.
Greener this week, all the trees, under the summer preview spell, now back to seasonal rain last night and looking crisp today as I walked to Verizon for the Philadelphia Orchestra’s Rite of Spring program. Chareles Dutoit didn’t seem to have a complete hold on the opening clamor of Szymanowski’s Sym. For piano and orchestra, but by the time Piotr Anderszewki hit the first of many menacing keyboard runs, this huge piece came together. Anderszewki’s tone alternately swooping in and around, caressing and lacerating this huge piece of symphonic architecture of iron and silk. The other highlight was Dutoit’s rendering of the Rite of Spring, tightly paced and full of its natural brutality.
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