In 1971, Richard Taruskin, now America's most brilliant musicologist, but then an amazingly energetic cellist and conductor - and high school friend - agreed to play a gamba-harpsichord recital with me. I don't think there was anything that wasn't on the program that night. Of course, we needed an encore, although we were prepared to play that "Pergolesi" Scherzando with all the Stravinsky "wrong" notes, and one of the Webern cello-piano pieces, which the composer might even have preferred on gamba and harpsichord. But one day Taruskin showed up with his new immaculate French Baroque version of the Saint-Saëns classic, inégales, agréments and all, and life was changed forever.