Aug 31, 2022
10 min read
Leila Josefowicz
Portrait of a Violin Virtuoso
I have a dear old friend, an impresario by vocation, who calls at the last minute to say he’s off to the opera… the ballet… the symphony: Do I want to go? I do! And I am charmed by this man who knows so much about music, yet irredeemably pronounces Mozart as “Mo’s art.” He’s also deaf in one ear — no stereo. I walk or sit on his good side, not just to remind him he’s better off than…
