Aurel Schmidt

Yeah, yeah, I’m still on that Bach hunt, though I think I’m getting pretty close to something my ears would consider definitive. (Last time that happened, it turned out to be wax, but whatever.) I’m skipping Mischa Maisky, as he seems to be skipping notes. Ordinarily, I love me some Yo-Yo, but as with a few other recordings Mr. Mah’s playing seems to be invaded by clicking aliens, so I’m out. And then there’s Jean Guihen Queyras. Wow. I think he’s reinventing the whole dang shooting match. Today, he gets my pesos.

Sorry, to distract you from the wonders of happy dementedness that is Ms.Schmidt’s work. Carry on.