As we’ve wrapped up our preparations for this upcoming tour – packed the wardrobe trunks, mapped out the travel schedule, rehearsed the rep as completely as we have time for – I’ve slowly been coming to a realization that is as disturbing as it is surprising. In fact, it’s a personal revelation on par with the time I realized that I, a nearly lifelong Phillies fan, didn’t like Curt Schilling (who was a pennant-winning Phillie at the time,) and the time I was forced to admit that everyone else was right and I was wrong about runny egg yolks.
You guys, I think I might not hate Bruckner.
Wow, that was a hard thing to type out loud. And I may yet take it back. But as of this pre-tour weekend, I’m officially on the fence regarding Austria’s ultra-Catholic, hugely insecure, tremolo-addicted native son. Your support and good wishes will be much appreciated during this difficult time.
That means that Osmo is really winning you guys over with his interpretation – enjoy the ride! Which one are you doing, btw?
I really enjoyed the Orchestra’s performance of the Bruckner Fourth on Friday night – and I’ve not been much of a Bruckner fan in the past. I will never do runny egg yolks, however.
Best of luck on the European tour; I will look forward to listening to the Proms concerts on MPR.
It is good that you came out with this admission. It’s the first step in a long road to recovery.
I, however, still hate Bruckner…