Better than any of the above, however, was that program's opening work, the Beethoven Violin Concerto in the hands of Hilary Hahn: a performance so wise, so beautifully proportioned, so immaculately delivered that I had to rethink all the sad thoughts I once entertained about this work (the blandness, the stretched-out slow movement, the trivial tunes in the finale). At her last season's Philharmonic appearance, Hahn had also obliged me to rethink and upgrade my take on the Brahms Concerto, a work I have been known to deplore even more vehemently than the Beethoven. If it's possible to repeat a revelation, that's what this performance achieved. She's a mere 20, this handsome, cool, wonderfully communicative musician who can explain with a stroke of her bow, better than all the tomes about music that you and I can read or write, the matchless joy of going to concerts.
Do I gush? Find out for yourself on Wednesday, April 5: Hilary Hahn with the Los Angeles Chamber Orchestra at UCLA's Royce Hall, with concertos by Mozart and Edgar Meyer. Top ticket $100 and, I'll bet you, worth every cent.