The marketing cheekily (I thought) referred to her as the grande dame of Australian orchestras. And she came with all her opulent finery. The sound was velvet plush, draped silk, whispering voile. Distinctive and beautiful. But in a program dominated by musical sex, I did wish there had been someone to whisk her off her firmly upholstered sofa and waltz her into the bedroom.
Postscript…
As already wondered via the social media: Why publish a program book that lacks the one essential component: a program page? This is like publishing a book with no title page and no list of chapters. A puzzlement.