Nhim’s first time at the concert hall, age 2, was this one. She listened from beginning to end nicely.
My understanding of classical music is still too poor to see why it is interpreted to be so erotic. But there was electric waves in the air when they started playing, and I “saw” music moving in the room. Love the waves of violin, and when the flute surfaces.
It feels somehow more lonesome than erotic for me, like someone alone with their wandering thoughts and at times swept away by strong surging emotions.