Popped over to Ft. Greene last night to hear Dave Kaplan play the Goldbergs. Dave’s playing, like his customary bow tie and corduroy suit, is instructive in the best way, without being overly didactic—his interpretations have a clarity which allow you to notice things you hadn’t before.
I’ve noticed that my interpretations (especially of “standard rep”) tend to swing between poles of naturalness and didacticism—constant reacting and re-reacting to oneself, rather than a process of winnowing down to a consistent ideal. Probably not the best way to be a “concert pianist”, but it keeps things interesting, and anyway, as Victor Borge might say, “That’s just the way I’m built”.
Afterwards we all went to Die Schwarze Kölner, one of my favorite bars (Schneider Aventinus on tap!), then home, to assemble Linzer cookies. Truly the best of Germanic culture, right here in Brooklyn.