No explanation

For at least a year now I've been meaning to write about David Oistrakh--not his undeniable genius, which is well documented, but the profound impact his playing has had on me, for many, many years.

But just as it's pointless and an exercise in futility to try and describe to you what I am feeling inside, sitting here on the eve of the two month anniversary of my mom's death, so it is with explaining how I feel listening to Oistrakh play any piece, but especially this one. You won't, you don't, you can't understand and it changes nothing for me even if I were able to make you do so even a little bit. It's not your loss, it's not your love and since you can't really, truly share in it, I don't want to even attempt it.

Mendelssohn Violin Concerto in E minor, Op. 64 ; 1st movement: Allegro molto appassionato (David Oistrakh)
This is truly the perfect recording of the perfect violinist playing the perfect piece. Nothing beats listening to an old LP reissue of it. Take my word.