How strange to enter Davies Symphony Hall while it’s still light outside.
There is something about going to the symphony in the summer that makes it feel like such a different experience from its wintertime counterpart.
Pärt’s spirituality, his philosophy, is there, tucked invisibly into the music. All of it affects you at such a gut level. In Arvo Pärt’s “Fratres” there seem to be all sorts of emotions simmering just below the surface.
