Front row, Center.
A man and his violin. And a magical bow to induce vibration and invite the heavenly sound filling this blessed space.
At times, he finesses notes willfully, like summoning a genie from a bottle. At other times he seems to be simply setting notes free, feather light in their ephemeral float.
Suddenly a single bow string breaks under the delicate strain of music making. When he finishes the piece he’s playing, Perlman casually peels each half of this dangling horsetail hair from his bow, and lets the two strands fall to the stage.
At intermission the elegant woman to our left engages Ivana & I,