GOOD NEWS FROM THE ORCHESTRA: Daniel Barenboim Conducts His Son’s Wedding – A Day That Became a Melody of Life

The small auditorium where the wedding was held that day was not the Berlin Opera House, nor did it resound with majestic Mahler symphonies. But for Daniel Barenboim, the world-famous conductor, the moment he took the baton that day was perhaps more sacred than any performance in his life.

Smetana: Má Vlast, No. 2. Vltava (River Moldau) - Daniel Barenboim, Wiener  Philharmoniker

His son – David Barenboim, a violinist born in 1983 – officially got married in a private ceremony, filled with music and emotion. And what made everyone choke up was when his elderly father Daniel himself stood up to conduct the small orchestra performing at the wedding. He chose Elgar’s “Salut d’Amour” – not for technique, but for emotion: “I played this piece when David was just learning to walk,” he shared, his eyes welling up.

The bride, who is not active in the music industry, has been with David for nearly a decade – both are praised for their discreet, enduring relationship in the bustling art world. At the wedding, Daniel did not give a long speech. Instead, he let the music speak for him – a concerto written especially for his son and daughter-in-law, as a final wedding gift from a genius father.

Daniel Barenboim conducts Smetana’s “Má vlast”
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