Andrew Shulman, the Philharmonic’s about-to-leave principal cellist, was soloist in Haydn‘s D-major Concerto. I am bored by this work, as I am by little else of Haydn; Shulman played it as if he shared my feelings. The concerto has too little “cello” sound; the solos all lie too high to capture the eloquence that Beethoven was able to bring forth from the instrument in his sonatas of 25 years later. The finale sings of “gathering nuts in May,” and that’s rather pretty. It‘s a long time in coming, however.
If you were confused by the title of last week’s article, so was I. I wrote about Tchaikovsky and called it “The Grim Weeper,” not “Reaper” as printed. Where was Elmer Fudd when we needed him?