Picked up my visiting brother at the airport and took him out for exquisite fried chicken and an evening with MTT. On the menu:
Incidental music by Mikhail Gnesin, very Yiddish-theatery.
Cello Concerto No. 1 by Shostakovich, very Shostakovichy. (Gautier Capuçon was the growly cellist.)
Tchaikovsky's Pathétique, very thick and full sound with highly flexible tempi, as if the score had been printed on a rubber mat.