The Yassa hands disappeared into space as the vibratory trembling continued, and then down came the deep, resounding fortissimo. No flashing arms, but sheer body-power of the player did the trick, down again into the tonic resolution. We were home. Time to jump. We were also in pianoland of real, proper pianissimo.
History moves on.
So does the piano. They are re-inventing it, and it is moving so fast that it is difficult to keep up. This performance made an heroic attempt. Dance Theatre Troupe. Three Operas in One Hour from Short Stories by Youssef Idris.