by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | Jun 29, 2017 | Uncategorized
It began as music. A harp of glass, strings tight and brittle, that shattered at the slightest touch. Its breaking became a whispering and then a thin, uneasy laughing. Finally, with a wild-eyed cackle and snarling roar, the ice shattered. Voices growled, hoarse,...
by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | Jun 22, 2017 | Uncategorized
The sensation of being slowly pulled apart is strongest in the evening. I liken it to that feeling when nails are painstakingly, unapologetically dragged across slate. The view through the chipped frame, the Kaerntnerstrasse, is one of two worlds superimposed. Neither...
by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | Jun 15, 2017 | Uncategorized
It was like the site of some ancient meteor strike. A huge crater, ringed with lines of blue benches, leading down to a darkened stage below. When the wind dropped, and the grass stopped its whispering, and the canvas roof fell silent, crickets and a tiny tumbling...
by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | Jun 8, 2017 | Uncategorized
Tristan Und Isolde. A love more complete than any other. Two people, bound helplessly to each other and to death, by a potion coursing through their veins. They strain, they resist. Yet every turn, every attempt at flight pulls the knots of their passion unbreakably...
by William Kunhardt, Principal Conductor | Jun 1, 2017 | Uncategorized
Someone, waiting for me among the violins met with a world like a buried tower sinking its spiral below layered leaves colour of sulphur, and lower yet in a vein of gold, like a sword in a scabbard of meteors… Glossy wooden floor, yellow electric lights. You...
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