Every so often, a pianist comes along who changes my life. This happened in D.C., when I listened to Peter Serkin juxtapose Beethoven and Stefan Wolpe. It happened one night in a faded Victorian living room in Hartford, when Edmund Niemann played John Adams' Phrygian Gates, only a few years after the piece had premiered in San Francisco. It certainly was the case for … [Read more...] about à la recherche d’une musique perdue