a house dripping with phosphorus, where the edges of the window were burning around the flames. And my father said, “Look! I’m not crazy, look, this house is like Mozart.” And the next house, where flames were coming right from the basement, he said, “That, that is Wagner.” He gave me a way to overcome the horrors of war. And so, survival became a strength I chose to overcome the destruction I witnessed around me. I really had the feeling, the very deep feeling, that I survived for a reason, and that I had a mission, a duty to do something, that I was really in search of my life. Where is my place?
Beauty and Bravura under the Stars
It was a picture-perfect evening at the Hollywood Bowl for music and dance under the stars. The last concert of the Los Angeles Philharmonic’s classical series, it was to have featured conductor and former Dudamel Fellow, Jonathan Heyward, but the Franco-British maestra, Stephanie Childress, led the ensemble instead.
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