Well – the feast is over and what a feast…. There was more than strength in numbers last Saturday night – there was considerable magic, not to mention sleight of fingers and tongues.
In the Chiefs’ dressing-room after the fray, we three were honestly amazed and not a little awed at what had taken place under our very noses, and that from non (or semi in very few instances) professional players – and those poor souls jammed tighter than in any self-respecting Tokyo subway car. There was more glorious sound than we could have hoped for, but as well came copious amounts of the most memorable pianissimos which personally I would certainly have wagered against achieving – the hardest side to playing any instrument.
I do so hope that most of the people on stage left the building feeling as I did, which was immensely proud – no other word for it – of what we had all achieved together with the very minimum of rehearsal as a complete orchestra, so to speak.
All I can say to the Berlin Phil is eat your heart out. My enormous admiration to everyone, and very sincere thanks for an Enigma which I shall remember with fondness.