William KunhardtThe Child born in sorrow: The Legend of Tristan and IsoldeHe was born in the night.Jul 28, 2017Jul 28, 2017
William KunhardtTime to Sleep: Strauss’ Four Last SongsNow that day has exhausted meJul 20, 2017Jul 20, 2017
William KunhardtThe Lost Estate: Berlioz’ Symphonie FantastiqueAnd then he was gone. Just a pen, uncapped, still rolling down the desk, to prove he had been there at all.Jul 13, 2017Jul 13, 2017
William KunhardtThe Ice Maiden: Stravinsky’s Rite of SpringIt began as music.Jun 29, 2017Jun 29, 2017
William KunhardtVienna, 1913The sensation of being slowly pulled apart is strongest in the evening. I liken it to that feeling when nails are painstakingly…Jun 22, 2017Jun 22, 2017
William KunhardtThe bears and the Nile: Verdi’s AidaIt was like the site of some ancient meteor strike. A huge crater, ringed with lines of blue benches, leading down to a darkened stage…Jun 15, 2017Jun 15, 2017
William KunhardtInto a concert hall, quietly…Someone, waiting for me among the violinsJun 1, 2017Jun 1, 2017
William KunhardtMy Grandfather’s House: Granados’ Danza OrientalGap-toothed, the piano waited in a corner For fingers to give it voice — a hopeful yellowing smile. As the bats hung beneath their vines…May 22, 2017May 22, 2017
William KunhardtGenes and Finns: Sibelius 5th SymphonyIf everyone alive today traced their ancestry back through their mothers, and their mothers, and their mothers before them, we would all…May 18, 2017May 18, 2017