The fairest cries, "We all have loved you, Rael!"
"I was rooting for you. We were all rooting for you! How dare you?"
LA, not Berlin: perhaps Olga didn't know the phrase, but she knew the sentiment; from purposeful, dictated initial expositions to this trainwreck.
The difference between improvisation and interruption? One is in the score. The other is an assault.
Give me some eyes.
She might as well have smashed the thirteen-year-old's cello there on the concert desk of the Philharmonie, filling her eyes with beautiful splinters.
Conductors' breed is an exchange of attentions. By petting the soloist, Lydia Tár did, inexorably, unlock an interpretation all her own.