This concert is not like a concert. It feels more like attending a cocktail party at an eccentric billionaire’s mansion. The billionaire’s genius musician friend shows up. He hops into the living room. He takes off his shoes. He plucks a note on a violin, then another and another. This guy is jamming in the corner of the living room in his socks, the notes coming fast and delicate and soaring through the high, round space with so much beauty that you forget yourself. And then you realize that just a little bit, you and everyone around you is floating.
 

– Anna Martemucci