When I hear the sharp draw of a bow, a quick drop in octaves, I think of Sunday mornings with my dad, en route to Krispy Kreme or late nights in the library, cranking out my term paper. Classical music, for me, has always served as a type of background, its own kind of soft, soothing chatter. And, as I learned just before the Globe performance, Verdi and Vivaldi are not, in fact, the same composer. Not that I can really distinguish between Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and Strauss. Growing up, my parents had always played WETA 90.9 in the car, so I spent my morning rides to school and evening shuttles to soccer practice nodding along to the soft hums of violins, cellos, the occasional flute. The Globe’s ‘Four Seasons,’ as most people were surprised to learn, was my first classical music performance. The performance combined Richter’s composition with the ingenuity of Gyre & Gimble’s narrative puppeteering, an unlikely pairing that recalls musicals-think War Horse, or the Lion King-more than classical concerts. Last Friday night, Ertegun took a trip to Shakespeare’s Globe to see the ‘Four Season’s Reimagined,’ Max Richter’s fresh take on Vivaldi’s masterpiece.
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