This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Monday, May 27, 2013
so many great string quartet ensembles
The Budapest, the Emerson, the Alban Berg, the Lindsay, the Guarneri, the Tokyo, the Quartetto Italiano, the Jerusalem, and so it goes.
For me, there is a special place deep inside my ears for the Takács in Haydn. Can't explain it. Won't try to justify it.
No comments:
Post a Comment