Joy — that’s what brought everyone to Salzburg. The Sound of Music should be everything I hate in a movie — it’s next-level sappy and cliché — but it’s about good guys beating bad guys, family, love and figuring out what brings you joy.
As strange as this may sound, I’ve actually found there to be an inexplicable beauty in this hate-watching of the performance arts. There is something beautiful, after all, in the fragility of this artform; the elasticity of the boundary separating the best of art from the worst of art.
The special thing about paninis is that they are so much more than just separate ingredients: in one bite you can have the whole world on your palate as flavors that you never imagined combine and blend.
Much of the concert functioned like a study in contrasts. Often the quartet would lock into a tight and controlled pattern, almost hocket-like, providing a backdrop for Zenón to improvise fluid and athletic lines above, below, around and within the quartet’s music, the rigidity of the quartet starkly different from the saxophone line.