
Perhaps it was because I first encountered Sean Shepherd’s music online, that most disembodied medium, but when I finally heard him performed by the Cleveland Orchestra at Knight Hall, I closed my eyes. There. That makes the most sense. One is usually curious about who is making what sounds, how deftly an instrument is fretted and bowed, what physical energy is fueling the feelings, in what manner the conductor is pulling and pushing a composition. But after a few minutes of watching, it felt better not to. As if Shepherd’s Wanderlust emanated from another dimension. An inner one. Touched by an outer one. One … Continue reading







