
When the ghosts of music past are looking over your shoulder, the steely glare of silence falls upon the orchestra and the conductor makes a minute gesture for you alone begin the concert, this is the moment when the men are sorted from the boys. This time however, I am far from the centre of the stage playing alto flute, the person with this dubious honour is principal bassoon, Rachel Gough. The piece is the Rite of Spring with that famous haunting opening which many considered unplayable a hundred years ago. I often hear repeated ad nauseum by various commentators that the Rite, once the pinnacle of orchestral brilliance, is now so commonplace that professional orchestras can play it in their sleep and indeed, youth ...
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