Ligeti, Stravinsky, Part, Andriessen, Clyne, Chapela... and the very, very rare Mozart and Brahms night -- just a smattering, though, like an afterthought.
The L.A. Philharmonic unveiled (see Timothy Mangan's post) the program for Esa Pekka Salonen's final season as lider maximo of the LA Phil. A season program that makes OC seriously consider spending a sabbatical year in sunny L.A. to subscribe to the whole program and spend night after night in Frank Gehry's elegantly crushed beer can, to bask in the golden glow of L.A.'s light (by day) and of E-Pek's long goodbye (by night).
Just like his old teacher and mentor and artistic father, that now unjustly forgotten genius, Franco Donatoni, Esa Pekka is the rare artist who puts inspiration, and thoughtfulness, and love in his work. This final season, blissfully indifferent to what's supposed to be the box-office-friendly way, is a testament to Salonen's work in L.A.