Just an overdue note to thank Martin Bernheimer for years of service to music in Los Angeles.
True, he writes less than ecstatic reviews of 90% of the events he attends. But then 90% are not worth the knee-jerk standing ovations that local audiences insist upon.
But he consistently give praise when it's deserved--especially, I notice, to the hopeful, the hard-working, and those just beyond the edge of the follow-spot on the fat lady. That praise is much appreciated.
As for the Bernheimer Tropes, which receive intermittent scorn on the Letters Page, I too confess that my pulse is no longer quickened by "hemisemidemiquaver," "plastic lotus," and six-deck adjectival oxymorons.
But anyone who can still come up with a phrase like "gallon jug contralto" is a heavy hitter ("Poignant Revival of 'Billy Budd' in S.F.," Nov. 25).