PS Un “blogger” non è un oracolo e commette inevitabilmente errori (il minimo possibile..). Ricevo spesso “correzioni” non sempre fondamentali e non sempre precise. Così come io mi sottopongo al giudizio altrui con nome e cognome così chi vorrà avere la bontà di segnalarmi eventuali errori o imprecisioni dovrà farlo unicamente mandando un commento: a ognuno la propria responsabilità. In base alla nuova normativa chi si fosse iscritto e desidera de-iscriversi è sufficiente che mi invii un messaggio e-mail..

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I had already had the chance to listen to  Shaham (a good professional), but I had never listened Placci before (mea culpa!), nor of course the pianist Wheeler (here essentially in a secondary role, mostly as a presenter of his own compositions). Placci is an excellent professional who has nothing to envy in Shaham. But for once the blog is not concerned with the performers, but with the concert itself — and in particular with the audience and the program. As for the former, one can only deplore an unseemly claque which, beyond its little rock‑concert squeals, proved its true nature by applauding randomly at the end of the various movements. A disgraceful scene: if one insists on having a claque, at least choose a professional one, not an amateurish version. As for the program, the two halves must be judged separately. In the first (built around string duets), the Leclair sonata is clearly a minor work by the French composer, one that could easily be consigned to the oublivion of the French Baroque. But things got worse with the Ysaÿe sonata. I am a great admirer of the Belgian composer’s solo violin sonatas — among the few works in the repertoire that truly exalt the performer’s virtuosity within a musically excellent framework (with all due respect to Bach, Paganini, etc.). But this sonata was never published by the composer, probably because he was aware of its poor quality. A composition without head or tail, exhumed posthumously and one that should have been buried with the composer, without the slightest regret. The second half of the concert opened with some minor pieces by Shostakovich, pleasant but not particularly substantial. Then the program veered into a kind of national‑pop repertoire with Wheeler and — incredibly — Sarasate. Lightweight fare for undemanding palates. After the first encore I left the hall without the slightest regret. I don’t know whether there were more. A wasted evening.

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