A long time ago, when I was just a high school boy, a special assembly was held at my school. The legendary conductor of the Utah Symphony was there. Maurice Abravenel held a workshop with our High School orchestra and they were going to perform for us. They went about the normal tuning and prep before the performance. Then the conductor came onto the stage to respectful applause.  He moved his score around, picked up his baton, ta...
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