To explain our Music Mountain experience, would require many thousands of pages or one good haiku. Words can never adequately describe the atmosphere. The Manhattan String Quartet, of which I was a member, had been summering on Music Mountain in the Litchfield Hills of Connecticut for several years. We look back on those four summers in wonderment—walks in the woods with friends locked in deadly serious discussions revolving around the ‘music of the spheres’; uproarious laughter when a new skit was produced by the students; and the endless rehearsals which make for continuous music of inspiration to complement the […]