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I dont know why I rejected what was available and pined for what was not, but I did.
Nothing about the Philharmonics or rather the string sections return was normal.
The ventilation hummed so reassuringly that it swallowed high frequencies and muffled pianissimos.
The program was heavy on mournfulness and nostalgia.
Only a solitary cello is left, plucking out a cadenza full of stammers and silence.
But were not there yet.
In the meantime, the Philharmonic left us with an elegy for unimaginable loss: Richard StrausssMetamorphosen.
