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I grew up listening to the Los Angeles Philharmonic, which may help explain why I had to learn to love Mozart. That happened when I went away to college and, studying the scores, discovered how much I had been missing, how much Mozartean magic had simply become mystery, from dutiful performances at the dull Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. Happily, times have — however slowly or surprisingly — changed. May at Walt Disney Concert Hall was a month for stay-at-home Mozarteans. By the final of four performances of "The Marriage of Figaro," the L.A. Philharmonic, for the first time in my experience, became a true Mozart band. Mozart had a genius for letting one phrase lead...