Last night we attended a performance at the Cleveland Orchestra. For those who do not know, they are indeed world renowned and arguably the best of the best. …….if you’re into that kind of thing.
I’m on the fence myself. Severance Hall is beautiful – there is no doubt. The acoustics are incredible. But why must it always be classical music ?????
I kid. Kind of.
There are some pieces I like, but could never recall by name or composer. The program said, Stravinsky and Mozart, but honestly, it could have been anyone and I wouldn’t have known the difference.
There was also a more contemporary piece. How contemporary you ask? Very, I say. The composer was born in 1971 ! It sounded like a psychotic Broadway overture to me. …and I said so. Apparently, I wasn’t too far off. According to my significant other and the two gents we went with, the program said as much. I guess they knew, as they seemingly read for content. Me? I look to see who has given what donations and how much to the Orchestra.
Something about sitting in a place like that, for an event like that, triggers the exact opposite response of ‘don’t cough’. The tickle starts and I begin to to suppress, which only makes things worse. I guess it didn’t help that I was still hanging onto this cold.
I had to exit our box seats (oh yes – we had box seat…..very rah sha sha) to go out to the upper lobby to hack away. The nice lady/usher provided me with a handful of cough drops (I noted that they were wrapped in paper – no foil or cellophane) and I was able to reenter. But while I was away, I missed the guy in the next box who had his cell phone go off…..and off……and off.
Apparently, I also missed Denton’s frantic search for his phone, as he thought it might be the one going off.
Song by: Falco