My dearest, as I toId you last week, I am currently on holiday. If the technology behaves, you will receive a second sound postcard from a beautiful European city on Wednesday.
My dearest, I am on holiday these days, so I am sending you a musical postcard, linked not to a place but to a voice, that of tenor Fritz Wunderlich. Yesterday marked fifty-eight years since his death at thirty-five, and next week will mark ninety-four of his birth. As every year, we dedicate a post on Liederabend to recall him and thank him for the music.
In the 1880s, Antonín Dvořák was an accomplished composer who was well-known not only in Germany but also in other parts of Europe and the United States; the premiere of his Stabat Mater in London in 1883, made him an acclaimed and claimed author in the Anglo-Saxon world.
As I mentioned last week, these are days of musical hangover. The Schubertíada ended on Sunday; the head is still full of music and emotions and, until the holidays arrive, there is work to be done. I have not had the peace of mind or time to open the season properly. Will you still allow me a short article?
I'm not sure how, but we're already into the last week of August and, therefore, of the Schubertíada. The three previous articles were written before it started, but I had no time to prepare the last one. Here I am, trying to write something...