Of all the composers in Europe, few would have been more interesting for the Lincoln Center Festival to bring in than Salvatore Sciarrino. He was certainly a relief from the aging Boulez-Stockhausen-Kagel crowd, who even today still dominate that continent's stagnant musical discourse. Absent were the technical display, the grand pronouncements, the pretense of historical inevitability that have long accompanied serialist music and its offshoots. Instead we had a composer modest in his aims yet not self-effacing, highly expert yet whimsical, accessible in a certain way, yet... More >>>