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To my shame, this was the first time I heard Dvořák's Seventh Symphony. Eschenbach's interpretation was electrifying in its emotional intensity. It imbued the symphony with almost as much tragedy as in Tchaikovsky's “Pathétique.”
On a different note, since there are so many random people at the Kennedy Center who enthusiastically clap after the first movement of a concerto or a symphony, I wonder why the Kennedy Center wouldn't make it a policy to play an announcement prior to each performance advising the public that there is no applause in-between the movements.
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