I was at a superbly choreographed wedding in Loudoun County: an old country church, handsomely decorated, a patrician pastor with a leather-bound Bible in hand, and elegantly dressed men and women waiting expectantly in the pews. Precisely at the right moment began the third movement of Bach’s violin concerto in E major, and the bride …
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March 12, 2018