In the series of Naïve Vivaldi concertos, I find myself the volume 5 is probably the most successful. Everything is perfect, in the vigor of the orchestra as in the virtuosity of the soloist. Nothing to say. In fact, beyond the clichés, have you sometimes thought that this composer is among the few blessed by the gods that we recognize immediately? But we must have the ear a little silly to find that he wrote five hundred times the same concerto. As yet made this little stunted venomous, a little gentleman Stravinsky (which I do not greet beyond its period Diaghilev).
Same old native jealous, gradually pouring himself into neoclassicism rancid most distressing (Pulcinella etc.) after backfiring balettomane debut, had ridiculed definitely treat our dear Ravel small Swiss watchmaker. Fiel my marri! I much prefer the hilarious pinched dried Erik Satie embryo eventually recognize lip that in the first part of Debussy's La mer (From dawn to noon), yes, there was a passage possibly not too bad noon quarter to.