Oddly soul-less Beethoven's Ninth from Warsaw to close the season. Like a waterfall of flower petals rather than water itself. Beethoven without the political danger. Speed, when it finally came, without passion or fear. Perhaps deliberately created as a consumer good of comfort.
Still, though, the ability to just eavesdrop upon a major ensemble playing the Ninth as a matter of course is a good thing. There must be a better way to get all of the remarkable things going on in the world at any given moment to the attention of more people. So much of the present media mindset was created by bursts of transmission over the air at set times to those in reach of the transmission. The internet is fundamentally a different thing.