"Dear Maestro," dazzled, seven-year-old-Daron wrote to conductor Kenneth Schermerhorn, then music director of the Milwaukee Symphony. I bit the end of my pencil, wracked my brain for the perfect word: "Your performance last week was simply superfluous!" Decades later, over lunch, I asked Kenneth if he remembered the boy who couldn't find a word big enough to described how impressed he was. As he shook his head, laughing, I marveled at how indispensible Kenneth had made himself to the Nashville S...
"Dear Maestro," dazzled, seven-year-old-Daron wrote to conductor Kenneth Schermerhorn, then music director of the Milwaukee Symphony. I bit the end of my pencil, wracked my brain for the perfect word: "Your performance last week was simply superfluous!" Decades later, over lunch, I asked Kenneth if he remembered the boy who couldn't find a word big enough to described how impressed he was. As he shook his head, laughing, I marveled at how indispensible Kenneth had made himself to the Nashville S...
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