Signor Scardanelli, formerly of Tübingen, Germany, took up residence in the editor’s attic in 2002. He visits the listening room once or twice monthly to listen to, and write about, recordings. For recreation he plays the air lute.
Morton Feldman’s 1979 Violin and Orchestra – this being the only major-label performance I know of – engages on a couple of counts.
The Creation is a big, exuberant work that, properly engineered, fills the listening room with voluminous riches – as many discs fail to do.
In keeping with Cage’s promotion of randomness and noise, your reporter maintains a soft spot for good improvisation.
I believe that the audiophile’s passions fall as far from a hobby as it’s possible to get this side of running amok.
When I received the between the lines publicity packet, Franz Koglmann’s name caught my eye.
This Telarc’s ur audience dwelt in unself-conscious Gemütlichkeit, pastry, waltz and polka spiced, with, for kicks, Hungarian pizzazz.