Editor’s note: This essay is part of our series of monthly reflections on important works of music. Every month we’ll bring you a new post just like this one. Thanks to Lindsey Brigham for spearheading this project.
A maze of mismatched tables and chairs hosts a dozen simultaneous conversations. Some folks hunch forward, both elbows on the table, in fervent discussion; others lean back in the chairs, the better to illustrate their talk with expansive gesturing. On the tabletops, in hands, and (every now and again) spilled out onto the floor are