September 4, Taconic State Parkway, heading north…the maples are beginning to turn. The transformation that is Autumn has begun.
Sorry about the copy, I suppose that’s what I get for folding the program up accordian-like in my purse for the ride home.
South Mountain: The Borromeo String Quartet. Excellent performance, excellent musicians. The Stravinsky Concertino was charming. The Mozart Clarinet Quintet with David Shifrin was perfectly good but I felt it dragged a little. I am not sure whether this is a valid criticism of the performance or just and admission of my own preferences where Mozart is concerned, not necessarily founded in any knowledge of how the music “should” be played.
The Dvorak Quartet in G Major was eloquent. In the beginning the dance that was missing from the Mozart begged us to rise from our seats. The performance was outstanding, the second movement and emotional masterpiece. Bravo.
Dinner:
Salt Cod Gallettes
Frisee Salad with Warm Sherry Vinaigrette
It’s almost 10 PM. I still have to strain the secondary stock that was cooking while we were gallivanting across the Berkshires. Then what will I do? Something creative, something useful, nothing at all?