When I got to Casa Carmen, I took a short nap. (Nazy was at her art class.) That evening, courtesy of our Credit Suisse banker (Martina), we were…
“Going to the Tonhalle, Dan,” Nazy said.
“The Tonhalle?” I asked.
“Yes. It’s next to the Congresshaus. We’re going to see a symphony.”
“A symphony?”
“Yes, Dan.” Nazy glared. “Classical Music with..”
“Traditional instruments like violins?” I asked.
“Are you trying to be difficult?” Nazy replied.
“I don’t have to try, my dear.”
The orchestra featured a visiting pianist named Radu Lupu.
“He looks like Radovan Karadzic,” I whispered.
“What?”
“Before he grew the beard, of course.”
In fact, Lupu is well-known to piano connoisseurs because he is one of the best pianists in the world. According to Wikapedia:
His rigorous stage persona became part of his allure: he never chats with the audience, or even smiles;
instead he appears intensely focused, and even refuses the comfort of a padded piano bench--
preferring instead a standard office chair. His sole interaction with the audience is a glare when he wishes
it to be silent.
Lupu is good. Moreover, there is nothing quite like a full symphony orchestra playing in a grand venue. On the other hand, it was the end of a very long day and..
“You were sleeping!” Nazy wasn’t impressed.
“My eyes may have been closed, my dear,” I replied. “But, I always listen to beautiful music with my eyes closed.”
“Do you drool when you’re listening to music?”
Note to reader: I was not drooling. (Really!)
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