This was an event that, on paper, looked like a modest community Saturday morning song concert but then turned out to be a highly inventive and hugely moving piece of musical story-telling. Tough old blokes like me were choking back the tears at the end – not because of the drama but because of the extraordinary achievement of the performers…
The trouble with Paganini and the rest of the cohort of virtuoso violinist composers is that, after a while, a listener’s astonishment gland goes on strike. Having gone ‘wow!’ at the brilliance of the eleven and twelve year-olds, a couple of fifteen year-olds and one player of seventeen, as they rattle off Caprices as if they were tapping out a facebook message, it becomes hard to think sensibly about the music…
There are sentences you never expect to write as a commentator and this is one of them; the young string players of the festival camerata, most of them still students, were directed from the carnyx. That’s how it was…