I know you were shuffling through your program notes at Sunday’s concert. I saw you. You had no idea what Pacifica String Quartet – let alone Sharon Isbin – would be performing next, and, like me, you feel insecure when you don’t know who the composer is, how many movements there will be, when it will be time to applaud (or get caught out as the only person in the room who is doing so). I know. But I will let you in on a little behind-the-scenes wizardry/witchery that went on about an hour before the doors opened at 3:00.
You know that Pacifica and Sharon Isbin are incredibly talented musicians, right? They don’t give those Grammys away like marshmallows at a camp out. So about an hour before the concert began, first violin Simin Ganatra told a few of the board members that Pacifica and Ms. Isbin would like to make some changes in the program. They would rearrange the sequences and could throw in a few surprises, if that would be ok. And I’m standing there thinking, “Good grief! What kind of versatility does it take to change a whole program only an hour before a performance?! How can they have practiced and prepared a whole basket of music that they can just draw out at will and perform?!”
... about an hour before the concert began, first violin Simin Ganatra told a few of the board members that Pacifica and Ms. Isbin would like to make some changes in the program. They would rearrange the sequences and could throw in a few surprises...
So that’s how the program got shuffled. Now you know. And I’ll bet you know something else, as well. Pacifica has earned its stellar reputation for precision, lyricism and, yes, pure enjoyment. Theirs is an almost ethereal joy in performance, and tell me you didn’t really feel the pathos of the third movement of the Haydn. The composer himself would have cried.
And then there’s Sharon Isbin. It’s difficult for me not to repeat what’s been written time and time again about her uncanny ability to elicit thoughts of a Spain that we all imagined: white marble, the scent of oranges, the swirly of color in dancers’ skirts and the haunting loneliness of a midnight street in Barcelona. All of these and more ran through my mind as I listened to the brilliant tones and the smoky echoes of her truly magical guitar. Centuries of exquisite sounds and rhythms tumbled out. It was pure magic, don’t you agree?
I’m so glad you were there to enjoy this extraordinary concert with me, and I hope you’ll come back for more. The New York based ensemble, Rebel Baroque, will weave more magic with the help of flutist Matthias Maute November 12. I promise enchantment.
– E Doyle