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Voila ce que j'ai trouvé sur le concert de la salle pleyel ... (sur le journal d'hilary hahn)
"And then, onstage, the biggest surprise of all: going completely awry in the first half of the first movement of the Mozart sonata. I don't know what I did – I mean, I know which wrong notes I played and what they led to, but I don't know where they came from! The result was that once I got off track, I couldn't find my way back, and Valentina and I played in dissonance for a few seconds before I concluded that there was nothing to do but start over. So we stopped, and I shrugged, and the audience laughed in relief, and back we went to the beginning of the movement, and everything was fine from there on out.
Aside from those minor hitches, the recital went really well. The hall was not at all what I'd remembered; it turns out that the renovations of the past few years amounted to a near-total gutting of the space and a new hall, new backstage, new almost everything. The rebuilt hall is fantastic.
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I wasn't even too tired at the end of the evening, and while some of the audience gave us a "walking ovation" – applauding as they head to their cars – others wanted us to keep playing and we ran out of encores. (Note: walking ovations aren't uncommon after longer programs. Concertgoers need to rush off to relieve the babysitter, or catch the last train to their suburb, or go to sleep as soon as possible because they start work at 6 am the next day.) "
