I thought I would never write about Yuja Wang again. Although there are some people who look at me with a heartless "scandalous" eye, I thought that the concerto, chamber music, and solo performance with McKellan no longer needed "support" like me. But then I came across this video. I wanted to dedicate my boring "poetry" to the Yuja in me.
Yes, my series of writings on Yuja is by no means a "review".

At first glance, I felt the high "perfection" of "finger control" as if it were guaranteed by "finger speed". But Yuja's finger speed has been extreme since he was a teenager. What made me feel particularly in control here was rather her maturity (I endure what I want to say, spiritual), and the "introversion of music and sound quality" is sublimated in an extremely romantic way. Many people should be able to understand the expression that "Yuja's music" is high and deep and "introverted" now.
And what I want to say strongly here is that the scale of the song and Yuja's music are in balance. I, who loved the uneven feeling of genius skin, even loved the failure that sometimes appeared, but here Yuja is a completed artist.
From a technical point of view, there is a distance of the attenuation point after hitting the key, which is unique to the owner of the beautiful sound, but it is a small thing in front of "Yuja's music".
Encore, extremely romantic vocalise (a good song that I first fell in love with Yuja) Polka V.R....

The enthusiastic performance under Mehta by the young people who gathered at Verbier is beyond my control today. There will also be people who appreciate it. I go to sleep with thoughts of Yuja in my heart.

https://youtu.be/xLhQ0UNcZoQ