Besides ride trains of thought, I tend to un-focus my eyes while watching the musicians. This way, they all look like a collective body. During some especially lively parts of the pieces, the string players moved in a wave of movements. It was like watching the fountain in Lincoln Center.

My other physical reactions varied throughout the pieces and movements of the concert. While the first Bach piece played, I laid back and watched the starry lightbulbs. During the Vivaldi, though, I was rocking out. My hands went crazy as I tapped out the rhythms and I couldn’t sit still.

It was truly a pleasure seeing Anne Sophie Mutter perform, though. I mean, she must breathe with less reflex and skill than she plays the violin. I’m not usually a big solo violin fan, but she knew how to keep the music fresh and alive.