Being present at a musical performance of unexpected greatness is even more memorable than having high expectations met. When I heard Rostropovich with the Boston Symphony under Seiji Ozawa in 1985 playing the Dvorak Cello Concerto (they recorded it that year) I was ready to be transported–and was. A whole ritual led up to the event: finding out about the concert; standing in line for the rush tickets, going out for dinner with fellow enthusiasts before hand and discussing what we were about to hear and see. The performance itself was not an anticlimax to these preparations, but a tremendous confirmation of them.
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