Orpheus at Carnegie Hall: Mozart and Tchaikovsky
Kathleen has been feeling a bit run down in these groundhog days, and her back gave out on Friday. So, when I began to dress for Saturday night’s concert at Carnegie Hall, and I gave her recumbency a pat and told her that she could stay home if she liked, I expected my reprieve to be met with a moan or two of gratitude.. Ordinarily, I am not so easygoing about ducking out of concert-going. Instead of which, the next thing I knew, Kathleen was up and dressed herself. Much as she wanted to stay in bed (a very, very great deal), she had no intention of missing Orpheus’ performance of one of her favorite works. (That would be Tchaikovsky’s Serenade for Strings.) For once, I didn’t have to remind Kathleen that she always likes, and not infrequently loves, Orpheus at Carnegie.