Weil Sawyer always has a few pre-concert jitters when we collect in the parlor. Having played alongside Sawyer since I was 13, this gathering has become a bit of a ritual. He takes a seat next to the cellist and crosses his legs, his foot shaking with nerves. He wears concert black, including a new button-up shirt that his wife, Tara, picked out. The shirt doesn’t have to be tucked…
2025-08-26
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