I know precisely what the term means. If it doesn't apply to you, feel free to correct me.
Consider yourself corrected.
I see you didn't dispute the "redneck" at least.
Mrs. BPSCG heard and enjoyed
Midori playing the
Brahms violin concerto with the
Alexandria Symphony last night. I was surprised how thin her sound was, especially in the first couple of minutes after her entrance, since it's an erupting, passionate volcano of music (the late
David Oistrakh, on an old Heliodor vinyl recording I once had, set the standard for me for that entrance). I think she soon figured out that she wasn't projecting, and after spending the first couple of minutes being swamped by the orchestra, held her own thereafter. Lovely tone, spot-on intonation throughout the first movement, in a slow, but passionate and loving performance. The contrast between the
sturm und drang of most of the movement, and the lyrical repose after the
cadenza, was striking and touching.
During the intermission, she stood out in the lobby of the concert hall, mising with the concertgoers. I got an opportunity to personally thank her; I've loved that piece for almost 40 years, yet had never heard it performed live before. She's a tiny woman, barely over five feet tall in heels, and I guarantee she doesn't weigh 100 pounds. Really says something good about her that an international concert star of her stature doesn't jet off back to Paris or Tokyo the minute her part of the concert is done.
After the intermission, the orchestra performed
Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. Uneven performance, IMHO; while competently executed, the piece lost a good deal of its drama and passion in the outer movements due to excessively fast tempos, similar to the critcism I had of a May performance we attended of the same piece by the
Delaware Symphony Orchestra. The conductor,
Kim Allen Kluge, omitted the first repeat in the second movement
scherzo. Of the soloists in the last movement, the baritone was light-voiced and had a little trouble with the bottom part of the register. The tenor had a true
heldentenor voice, actually singing his solo, rather than barking it, as some tenors do. The alto didn't have enough voice to stay with the rest of the quartet, and when she and the soprano sang together, she tended to get swamped. Very good choral singing.
Mrs. BPSCG and I, rednecks that we are, very much enjoyed sitting there at the concert in our bowling shirt and tank top, chewing and
spitting tobacco and popping a couple of cold
PBR's between movements. Yee haw!