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3 Pieces to Debut at Caramoor Summer Festival

Originally Published by The New York Times
By Phillip Lutz

Over the years, the Caramoor Center for Music and the Arts in Katonah has opened its summer stage early, and often, to notable premieres, from the American debut of Benjamin Britten’s trilogy of operatic church parables in the 1960s to the inaugural performance of David Ludwig’s “String Quartet No. 1: Pale Blue Dot” last year.

But this year’s summer festival, the 70th, promises to rank with the best. It will feature three world premieres, a diverse and reflective lot that includes an orchestral divertimento by Christopher Theofanidis and string quartets by Aaron Jay Kernis and Patrick Harlin — all works by Americans whose aesthetics capture a sense of both tradition and innovation.

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If Peter Oundjian has a baton, he will travel

Originally published by WAG
By Georgette Gouveia

He had carved out a distinguished career as the first violinist of the acclaimed Tokyo String Quartet. But focal dystonia, a repetitive stress condition, in his left hand increasingly hampered the intricate motor skills needed to finger the violin. Read more

Dialogues Coach

Originally published in Opera News

Francis Poulenc’s twentieth-century take on French Revolution tyranny is a far cry from Caramoor’s bel canto bailiwick, but Will Crutchfield is adding it to the festival’s repertory. ALAN KOZINN finds out why. Read more

Weekly Broadside: Dom, Kristin and Jefferson…with a nod to Tom Paxton

Originally Published on  No Depression
By Easy Ed

As I was getting ready to go out the other night, my teenage son was doing the same. With his Spotify playlist blasting through the computer speakers, I heard a Patti Smith song and paused to tell him the story about the time I was on my way to an Elvis Presley concert back in 1975. I stopped by a party celebrating Patti’s debut album. Just for a minute or two. A quick drink. Going to hear the King. I heard a scream. I watched as Patti crawled across the club floor, up the stairs to the stage, and just screamed again while laying on her back. Then the music started. It was the darnedest thing. I stayed.

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