Thanks to the winter storm, I get to listen to Kleiber and Richter's recording of Dvorak Piano Concerto full-heatedly, without any diversions. I cannot believe I haven't heard this recording until this day. But having heard it really made my day. Life is good, after all.
This piece is more like a piano symphony instead of a piano concerto. The piano and orchestra, wielded under the mighty power of two mighty men, compete and intertwine, weaving a symphonic web of euphoria. Both Richter and Kleiber are know for nitpicking and hard to work with, because they both have ear so fine-tuned for any impurity in sound. It amazes me every time I listen to Kleiber, raving about how he could fine tune the orchestra to such a level of delicacy. The sound is like a silk wrapping, light but caressing every inch of the skin.
But, I don't know why, as I listen to it over and over again, the feeling of lost is deafening.
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