Most sweat-filled, inspiring, in-the-moment performances of the last few years:
Rachmaninoff Cello Sonata, 3rd mvt, with Earl at Juilliard.
Schubert, Impromptu Op. 90 No. 3, Montreal and Spain.
Brahms, Piano Quartet in c, with Eric/Kristin/Milena in Florida.
Franck, Cello (violin) Sonata, with Mihai in Louisville.
Rachmaninoff, Piano Concerto No. 2, with Henry in Berkeley.
Piazzolla, Nightclub 1960, with Jay in Korea.
Reliving the moment.
Mikey, it's due time.
Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.
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