The evening as billed suggested that Mr. Wheeldon would be the center of attention which, given the raves for American in Paris on Broadway, was understandable. Unassuming and polite, Wheeldon spoke of his family's love of all things theatrical and about their taking him, quite young, to a Gershwin concert which he was prepared to hate but found he adored.
When do you ever see a bill outside Carnegie Hall or Lincoln Center with no other names but "Hindemith," "Webern" and "Stravinsky?" And at that with an extremely well played concert behind it with energy and seriousness and intelligence? Only at the ballet it seems.