It is wonderful to see how happy all my friends in the LA Philharmonic are in their new home.
Everyone is different. Sometimes it’s very exciting; sometimes very scary.
I have been coming to Los Angeles since 1975 to perform.
The sheer force of the music calls for a wild audience reaction.
We seem to have set up some very arcane rules as to when it is actually OK to applaud.
We should welcome applause whenever it comes.
I have been trying to find out exactly when listeners and performers decided that applause between movements would not be allowed, but nobody seems to have been willing to admit that they were the culprit.
Mozart often wrote to his family that certain variations or sections of pieces were so successful that they had to be encored immediately, even without waiting for the entire piece to end.
Sometimes I wish that applause would come just a bit later, when it is so beautifully hushed that I feel like holding my breath in the silence of the end.
The stage is close to being in the middle of the hall, so that the performers are surrounded by the listeners. I feel that we are all experiencing the music together.
If there were no rules about when to applaud, we in the audience would have the right response almost always.
If the audience walks out of a concert thinking, What a wonderful experience, then we have done our job.
I have always thought that my ear is also very influenced by my eyes.
A lot of it just has to do with luck, serendipity.
I usually only play with very close friends.