By Anne Midgette [Washington Post, 13 October 2008]
CASTLETON, Va. — The building looks like the setting for an opulent ’80s television drama: stucco and lavish plantings; the driveway that sweeps up to the entrance; the cat crouching by the double glass doors. Inside, the decor does not dispel that sensation. You pass life-size wax figures of Tchaikovsky (reading in an armchair) and Bach (poised at the keyboard) at the top of the stairs. Then you enter a perfect miniature theater, paneled in warm wood that wraps you in sound, packed to capacity with 100 to 150 elegantly clad people. And only on TV, you might think, would a scene like this contain world-class music.