We do not know when he is coming. He is coming tomorrow.
During the rests - pray.
At every concert I've sensed a certain insecurity about the tempo. It's clearly marked 80...uh, 69.
I am thinking it right but beating it wrong.
That's the way Stravinsky was. Bup, bup, bup, bup. The poor guy's dead now. Play it legato.
There was confusion since I stood here 35 years ago.