"During a break, Quasthoff drew the
audience’s attention to two oval windows on a pair of entrance doors in
Jordan Hall. He could see through them to the street doors, and every
time someone opened those, it seemed to him as if the hall doors were
winking. "I thought I was on drugs or something," quipped Quasthoff, "or that I had drunk Boston water!"
Then
after a brief introduction to the next cycle he lunged back into drama
with Frank Martin’s “Sechs Monologe aus 'Jedermann.'" We were left at
intermission to absorb this masterpiece of sustained intensity and
existential struggle."
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