From NPR this morning regarding the L.A. Philharmonic concert last night (broadcast live nationally) with Dudamel and soloist Herbie Hancock, whose performance was as erratic and sloppy as you'll ever hear in a major venue:
"Herbie and Gustavo, we were at a dinner together when this all got cooked up, and they just really like each other and it's wonderful to see two masters of that type interacting and talking about all these wild ideas," Borda said. "So, I'm not quite sure what will happen on the stage, but I know it will be mostly Gershwin."
Well, it wasn't. Even when Hancock wasn't mishitting keys and having to stop and regroup (which he did once), his interpretation was so private and idiosyncratic that it turned Gershwin's masterpiece of uniquely American energy into a dull, stop-and-go series of episodes. Not one for the ages.
And the only reason I'm writing about this is I love that piece. Dudamel's "American in Paris," by the way, was awesome.