(It seems to be my time for playing with Scottish conductors – both Nic and Douglas Boyd are old friends, as well as being wonderful musicians.) Now, as I write these immortal words, I am preparing to come back to LA, where I hope to do many things, apart from the little matter of playing one of the most challenging of all cello concertos. And I’m definitely succumbing to the magic of LA: having begun my trip at one of my favorite houses in the world, the home of my friends Aaron Mendelssohn and Marcia Adelstein, who run the Maestro Foundation (for whom I gave a recital a few days after I arrived, with Ya-Fei Chuang) and then given a class at the impressive Colburn School of Music, I went to San Francisco (a little-known, rather sun-deprived city on the north of California – you may not have heard of it) for concerts with the Philharmonia Baroque Orchestra under Nic McGegan. However, I’ve now been here in California for some ten days, so hopefully the lag will have past before I tread the boards for these concerts. ‘That’s amazing, Steven – I’ve never seen anyone look so relaxed coming on stage!’ If she had but known… Thank goodness, that didn’t happen I got through it, and people even seemed to enjoy it! At the dinner afterwards (no matter how exhausted a musician may be, we still have to eat after concerts – an absolute necessity!) Iona turned to me.
I walked onstage in a state of frozen dread, sure that I would forget the music and have to walk off-stage midway, to a cacophony of cat-calls and hisses. I went out into the night as the orchestra played the symphony in the first half, and breathed in copious amounts of smog, hoping that it would wake me up. Iona had very kindly put me on in the second half of the programme, which is always nice but in this case, I just had not got over the jet-lag, and I felt that my brain was closing down for the night well before I went onstage. I’m afraid that my dominant memory of that evening is one of fear, panic and despair.
I was playing the other Haydn concerto – in C major – with the orchestra under the direction of its then artistic leader, the late, much-missed Iona Brown.
My first was many years ago – more years ago than I care to admit. I am very much looking forward to returning to the Los Angeles Chamber Orchestra for my second visit.