Having recovered from the pain of Michael Ball’s Prom, I settled down to the LSO gig full of excitement.
In truth it was a little late to be committing to the recorded TV broadcast. Clearly my insistence that everything should be listened to/watched live is waning although I offer the pressure of producing Proms-related videos as mitigation.
There was however one key element which got the evening off to a good start. It may take a little time for the penny to drop when you see this.
That aside (and frankly, aren’t smartarses to spot mistakes really tiresome individuals, especially when they make mistakes of their own) the Romeo and Juliet overture from Mr Tchaikowsky got the evening off to a cracking start, demonstrating the LSO has a distinct style in terms of tone and their willingness to rattle off pieces at lightning speed. A truly exciting performance.
The high point for me, wasn’t so much the one part of the programme I’ve seen thus far, but instead the sight of the principal clarinettist who I remember from my days at the Britten-Pears Orchestra ten years ago. I had to switch off soon after the overture. My sense of pride was a little overwhelming it has to be said.
It got me thinking though … for all the talk there is surrounding any kind of concert, the talk about the work, the composer and the conductor, I can’t think of any ocassion when the orchestral players themselves get talked about.
Sure, they’re part of one big team and so it should be the team who get referenced. Even so, overlooking the individuals as we all do seems to deny them the recognition every professional player deserves to get for the years of hard work and committment they all have to put in.