The popular heresy that Britain cannot produce musicians and that if she does, they have to take a foreign name in order to succeed, ought to suffer a vital blow in the person of Miss Kathleen Barlow. It was very delightful to see so Jarge an audience to greet her in the Town Hall on Saturday night and still more delightful to hear her play: also to listen to such a violin, a true Guarnerius of extra ordinarily rich and strong tone. Miss Barlow evidently has a specia! love for the G string and_uses it with tremendous effect. She dominated her audience and there were moments when the hall may be said to have vibrated with that intense silence which is the best evidence of intimate rapport between listener and player. The Tschaikowsky concerto is too florid piece to be thoroughly enjoyable though it was presented in master ly style. But the Handel Sonata was pure joy from beginning to end, especially the slow movement. This is the music which tests a musician's personality (the only thing, after all, that counts) and Miss Barlow played it very nobly The other triumph of a programme that was all good was '"Habanera,' rendered with a whimsical touch and a delicacy that exactly suited it. One thinks that Sarasate himself would have liked to hear Miss Barlow play it.
She was most kind, and much ap preciated therefor, in respect ct encores; and admirably accompanied by Mr. Flint, who plain loves his work and thus makes th-audience love it too.
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