rhythm nation, under god – part II

following uncle aaron’s short symphony, most of the band evacuated the stage, with just 23 of p-town’s finest string players left behind to tackle the piazzolla-inspired four seasons of buenos aires with the evening’s soloist.  greeting a hearty round of applause with lively spunk and bold confidence, *nadja salerno-sonnenberg took her place under the spotlight sporting a dark blue sleeveless top (sequined!), white vintage ann taylor pants (embroidered!), and beautifully chunky thierry rabotin heels ~ equally prepared, it seemed, to play the violin or belt out the opening number from anything goes.  the night’s concertmaster peter frajola, however, quickly erased any hopes for cole porter tunes by unleashing this wickedly dirty and extremely unexpected sound from his violin, kicking off 30 solid minutes of tango-infused music absolutely filled with scratching, sliding, slapping, and all-around general abuse directed at two dozen instruments worth millions of dollars.  it was fucking insane.  the moment nadja’s fiddle entered the fray from above with fighter-jet intensity, the crowd let out a collective gasp (one of many) and we all instantly slapped on our perma-grins, shaking our heads in disbelief.  bracingly melodic hooks… fantastically weepy melodrama… cheeky vivaldi quotes… the band was running hard right outta the proverbial gates, no question about it.  the spring opener gave way to summer, at which point the n.s.s. enterprise began firing four-string photon torpedoes into the crowd, smiling with mischief and aiming for our hearts.  [we have impact!]  the sexy slide notes and double bass slaps were enough to make this rodent blush, but after ms. salerno-sonnenberg channeled psycho’s shower scene and topped off the movement by diving into the depths of unknown passion, i was left with no choice but to let out a resounding woo! from the lower balcony… much to the surprise of my aislemates (who should really know better by now).  dear god ~ what an unbelievable performance.  please, for the love of all that is holy, please tell me you caught this show!  whoa nellie, the final guest fiddler of 2011/12 has officially come and gone, but she certainly left one helluva indelible impression with this rodent.  nadja salerno-sonnenberg: the classical beaver salutes you.  wow.  wowwow.

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3 Responses to “rhythm nation, under god – part II”


  1. 1 Christa Wessel May 2, 2012 at 11:11 am

    Oh, I was hoping that you were the hooter! I was so grateful for that, and everyone around me smiled as well. Woot woot!

  2. 2 Abby Dawson May 2, 2012 at 3:32 pm

    I’m glad you knew what kind of heels she was wearing – they were the coolest shoes! Almost as cool as she was. You said the rest.

  3. 3 Portia May 2, 2012 at 5:51 pm

    We, too, were hoping you were the hooter! The Beav has a distinct call.


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