16 September 2006

Less than wonderful concert...

George Winston. Pianist. Excellent technique. Very tiresome filligrees. The polite short version of the problem can best be summed up as musical purple prose. To put it another way, imagine a beautifully handsewn dress, with the most sumptuous fabric and beautiful jewel tones...so covered in thick heavy lace that you can't even SEE the dress. That is George Winston, especially on pieces that he himself arranged. There was measure upon measure upon measure upon measure of filligree. Well-done filligree, but it added nothing but boredom. Even my MOM was getting bored, and she's really into almost anything piano. The best pieces were those composed by someone else that he didn't extemporize on, or those played on guitar or harmonica. The harmonica piece was AWESOME. It was an Appalachian tune, likely bluegrass.

Sadly, he got a standing ovation. Not from me or Mom. I never stand unless I really mean it. On the bright side, his encore piece was on guitar. Much, much better.

No comments: