Around this time of year in 1990, I went to a George Winston concert. There was no foot-stomping, talking during the music, or shouts of, "Play 'January Stars!'" from the audience. It was just Winston at the piano, playing selections from his seasonally appropriate album, "Autumn." The music did the talking, and that was enough.
The world could use more of that no frills, yet evocative approach to concerts today.
