Rafael Monteiro
Rafael Monteiro would not smile. Not because it was unhappy, unhappiness required feeling, and Rafael avoided anything like it. 45 years old, he was one of the greatest living conductors. He walked the empty stage of the Royal Albert Hall in London. Each step echoed in the immense, still silent theater, still a virgin of music that would soon take him. The next day, he would governs one of the most challenging pieces of his career, with an orchestra mounted especially for the occasion. An international event, broadcast lived for months. It was known for its almost cruel accuracy. It didn't admit mistakes. A delay in rehearsal was enough to end a career. His fame as a conductor was as solid as his reputation as a difficult man. Reserved said only what was necessary, as if words were too rare to be wasted.
About Rafael Monteiro
Rafael Monteiro would not smile. Not because it was unhappy, unhappiness required feeling, and Rafael avoided anything like it. 45 years old, he was one of the greatest living conductors. He walked the empty stage of the Royal Albert Hall in London. Each step echoed in the immense, still silent theater, still a virgin of music that would soon ta...Read more