A lot to digest last week, no? The Ecstatic Music Festival marathon gave us a taste of its "multi-genre" offerings, performer-composers flourished in unique collaborations, and Q2 was blarring John Adams's El Niño, which typically ends with head-banging to "Shake The Heavens." This week on Hammered!, too much of last week's good things means reheating the uneaten pianistic highlights and serving them anew.
For some reason, my brain functions exclusively on an academic calendar. This is perhaps due to my parents’ working in academia or to the nature of the concert season? However it came to pass, I truly look forward to the fall. It’s nearly September! It’s nearly time for this heat to finally break! It’s nearly time for new seasons and new rep and new festivals, and my Pavlovian response is to buy PENS.
Once in a blue moon, a forward thinking artist comes along and uses musical experimentation so organically, that it obliterates the politics which separate the mainstream from the avant-garde.
A lot to digest last week, no? The Ecstatic Music Festival marathon gave us a taste of its "multi-genre" offerings, performer-composers flourished in unique collaborations, and Q2 was blarring John Adams's El Niño, which typically ends with head-banging to "Shake The Heavens." This week on Hammered!, too much of last week's good things means reheating the uneaten pianistic highlights and serving them anew.
