Good symphony orchestras acquire personalities. The Philadelphia Orchestra, with its assertive violins and its glib winds, is the suave, subtly domineering man of the world. The New York Philharmonic-Symphony, with, its virtuosity and its rakish unpredictability, is the matinee idol in danger of growing a paunch. The Boston Symphony, with its exquisite balances and flawless inflections, is the American whose manner shows that he was raised by a French governess. The Amsterdam Concertgebouw, with its mellow strings and faintly ponderous sonority, is the sexagenarian with all his hair and a twinkle in his eye. Last week the U.S. got a chance...
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