Vol. 3, No. 2
From my outpost here in quaint New England, the big town across the river is sometimes provincial, sometimes small-minded when it comes to music events.
Diddling with Bach has been old hat for more than a century, and lately I’ve sighted Goldbergs from accordion, brass quintet, cathedral organ, jazz trio, overdubbed guitars, and several string ensembles.
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.
Now that maestro Chico O’Farrill has been rediscovered all over again — and he never went anywhere in the first place — the Afro-Cuban scene can smile a broad grin of recognition that one of its central figures is here given room to show off.
At first glance, Luigi Nono and Giacinto Scelsi could not seem further apart.
I’ve been eschewing the live scene for a few month to take stock, literally, of the new releases happily flooding the market.