The Fresno Philharmonic this weekend was as sturdy and muscular as a body-builder. The challenging program showed off the orchestra's strong musicality. I went to Sunday's matinee, and I walked away with an added bounce to my step, as if I'd just been supercharged with brassy ions. At the point that conductor Theodore Kuchar closed his score and started romping through the final movement of Tchaikvosky's 3rd Orchestral Suite from memory, I knew I was in for a brisk, confident ride.
Cellist Zuill Bailey elicited an enthusiastic response from the audience, and part of me suspects that it wasn't 100% because of his superior musicianship. I could swear there was some mild swooning going on in the Saroyan. Bailey says sometimes when he's walking through airports carrying his instrument case he's mistaken for a rock star, and it's easy to see why: He's got the charisma, not to mention the hair. (Kuchar jokes that when he first invited Bailey back to play again by popular demand for his orchestra in Reno, some women patrons changed their seats closer to the front so they could see better.)





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