Boulez does not step over the line - that would be too puny - instead he barges through and occupies his own territory, with a Gallic lack of interest in whether or not you come with him. He is not a wheedling modern-influenced composer, but a muscular modernist. The CD box even gives instructions on how to listen to it (with a stereo, not with headphones).
Boulez is a man of such force of opinion that it strains his face into deep lines. It was curious, then, that in the edition of Diapason magazine in which I saw this photograph of him he seemed washed out in the rain. In the first image, I have painted him in watercolour and washed it out. That runs contrary to his character. The second image, a quick line drawing, is more representative.
A recording of the first part of Répons


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