Apple Hill Center For Chamber Music

Founded in 1971 and situated on 100 acres of fields and woodlands in rural New Hampshire, the Apple Hill Center for Chamber Music is a center of chamber music performance and teaching. It is stewarded today by the organization's Director, Leonard Matczynski, and ensemble-in-residence, the Apple Hill String Quartet. These professional musicians present concerts and educational workshops throughout the world and, during the summer, teach and coach chamber music to participants of all ages and levels at Apple Hill’s Chamber Music Workshop. Each summer, Apple Hill welcomes 300 students and 45 faculty to the Workshop, a program known and loved for its musical depth and warm community spirit. Over 12,000 students have attended since the early 70s.

Read more about Apple Hill Center For Chamber Music:  Apple Hill String Quartet and Director Lenny Matczynski, Playing For Peace, Summer Chamber Music Workshop

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