—by Alison Young
Yolanda Kondonassis’ new album does not disappoint.
I still remember like it was yesterday seeing Yolanda Kondonassis play for the first time.
We were both around 14, looking a little frumpy in our dark blue corduroy knickers and light blue oxford shirts, both students at Interlochen Arts Academy. She brushed her hair from her face, adjusted large glasses on her nose and laid the harp back on her shoulder. And with the command of a professional, she coaxed out the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard, her hands as delicate and graceful as the magic she produced in our log cabin-esque concert hall.