Relying on sprint-speak tonight, because I’ve got to get up in the morning to go on that bike tour:
Referring back to that Wednesday night concert: this was an opportunity ACM made available to us, and they paid for the ticket of anyone who wanted to go. The evening’s entertainment was a selection of music by Gershwin and Bernstein, performed/orchestrated by this guy, Wayne Marshall.
To set the stage a little, the concert was set for 8:30 pm; this followed a work study session in the morning, Italian from 1:30 to 2:45, an on-site Medici class visit from 3:00 to 4:45, figure drawing class from 5:00 to 7:00, and a trek back to the station to meet Kari at 7:30. So a very long day, especially since I was just starting to come down with that cold I now have. Achoo.
So Kari and I set out once again, and we finally get to the Teatro Communale around 8:15. And there’s a moment of perplexity, because the crowd standing around outside looks rather fancified, as in little black dresses every which way. We ourselves looked respectable, of course, but we hadn’t been told to dress up — but eh, who cares.
We go inside —
— and find that we’re pretty much dead center in the orchestra seats. Fantastic : D
Clock turns over to 8:30, and the concert-goers (relying on that very Italian idea of being “fashionably late”) wait until the official start time to start coming in — which is actually perfectly alright, because the ‘orchestra’ at the time is composed of one lone woman tuning a harp.
Twenty minutes later we finally get going…and bottom line is that it’s magnificent. And fast. Violinists flip their instruments onto their shoulders, horns are darting up and down behind the stands, all we can see of Marshall is the back of his tux knotting up and an occasional hand shooting off down the side of the piano, and the entire bottom section of the stage is just a throbbing sea of bows; aside from the way it sounds, it just looks incredible. And the whole time I’m sitting there I’m just so very very glad I decided to come — yes, early bedtime would have been nice too, but this was pretty much perfect as a way to end a Wednesday. Just sit there and listen and no worries at all.
So that’s that, and then we’re on to the intermission, which gets a late start on account of the encore procedure is kind of played out like a mind game. First he’s gone! –but now he’s back! he’s shaking that dude’s hand! again! bow! handshake! gone! back! Too much clapping and I can’t feel my fingers anymore!
*sigh,* performers. What can you do.
Second half of the concert nixes the piano but adds the choir, and now we’re on to Bernstein (and, as Kari told me several times with great enthusiasm, this means we get to hear “Chichester’s Psalms”). And while the first half had been wonderful, this was the part that made me *really* wish that they sold CDs of this thing, because it was completely weird and fantastic and I would have been all over that. iTunes, maybe?
…So yes, concert ends, there’s another round of exasperating encores, we’re out at 10:40, 20 minute walk back to bus stop, half hour wait for the bus, bed by midnight and up at 6:00. And ultimately here we are.
Alrighty, then — my roommate’s on skype and I’m having a hard enough time forming coherent sentences even without distraction, so I think that’s about all we can do for tonight. Back in tomorrow evening to keep on keeping on.
But first, a quick P.S. — While we were reading over the Teatro’s upcoming events [for one thing, it’s where we’ll be attending the opera], Kari and I found a concert on October 29th featuring music by Vivaldi, Mozart and Schubert. \o/ ❤ etc., but the great thing is that we get guaranteed student rates and should be able to get tickets for about 10 Euro. Nifty, no? : )