Friday, October 07, 2005

A Night at The Symphony

I didn't make it to the nail salon today. I was on my way there when I got a phone call from my daughter, Katharine (coincidentally my symphony date this evening). Originally, I'd planned to pick her up at her house in Richardson so we could drive to the concert together, in one car, but she called just before 6:00 to tell me she was still at work, ergo still downtown, and wondered if we could we just meet at the symphony. She sounded tired and said she'd been so busy she hadn't eaten all day, so I suggested we both drive immediately to the Meyerson for an early dinner before the symphony. I didn't have to twist her arm.

By 7:00 we were seated at one of the many small tables covered with crisp white tablecloths in the vast lobby of the Meyerson. Katharine ordered a glass of chardonnay and I ordered one of merlot, and then we walked through the buffet line, where we helped ourselves to a couple of kinds of pasta, salad, and bread, with dessert and coffee to follow. I couldn't help but think that this was a very civilized way to begin an evening at the symphony.

The program tonight was Shostakovich's 9th Symphony and Copeland's Clarinet Concerto (performed by Gregory Raden), followed by Schuman's 2nd Symphony. Katharine attended high school just down the street from the Meyerson , at Booker T. Washington High School for the Performing Arts in Dallas. Booker T is as close to the old tv show, Fame, as any high school is ever going to get. A lot of very talented kids have gone there; Nora Jones was one of Katharine's classmates. Admission to Booker T is by audition, but many who try don't make it; Katharine was successful, and her instrument was clarinet, so she had a special interest in tonight's concert.

I don't subscribe to the DSO. I bought these tickets on a whim, at the last minute, and I wasn't sure where our seats were located, but I really lucked out: our seats were front center orchestra. Wellllllllll...not RIGHT in front, but who wants to be right in front? I'm not going to be specific about where we sat, because if I did, names might have to be changed to protect the innocent, or we might be killed, etc. Suffice it to say we were close enough to see the stage well...REALLY well.

And so the concert began. The Shostakovich was wonderful,and the Copeland was incredible, a terrific performance by a virtuoso clarinetist. At intermission we went to the lobby; we discussed the music and people watched and talked home repairs, a favorite topic for both of us these days.

After intermission, as we got settled in our seats to enjoy the Schuman, I realized that in these seats, my eyes appeared to be at the crotch height of all of the musicians. I don't know why I didn't notice this rather interesting phenomenon during the first half of the concert, but I didn't (maybe that glass of merlot was a little more effective than I thought it was...whatever)...but suddenly, after was as if my old eyes had just figured out how to focus, and, without thinking about it, I scanned what I could see on the stage...nothing very interesting, (nothing I hadn't seen before) until...***GLEEP***WTF?

The musicians were still tuning their instruments. I nudged Kath. "Check it out...the lap of the guy to the (I'm not even going to say Right or Left here) of Andrew Litton..." (for all you non-Texans, Andrew Litton is the conductor of the DSO). Kath gave me a rather wilting look, that said, without her actually saying it, "MUH-THUR!", but she looked...I watched her eyes scanning...and then, just as the lights went low and the music started, she saw what I'd seen...and I saw her eyes go wide...and then we both began to try to not laugh (especially because we both have a tendency to snort when we really get laughing)...

WHAT WE SAW: How shall I put this delicately? Ummmmmmmmm...there was a the lap of one of the musicians. I mean, it was...HUGE. And this guy just looked like...well...just an ordinary guy. Not even ordinary...a little on the dweeby side. And he was of an age...well, let's just say, if he and I were having a conversation, he'd get my context. By which I mean, if I said, "So where were you when Kennedy was shot?" he wouldn't blurt out, "Good God! Ted Kennedy's been SHOT?" Nevertheless, in spite of his dweebiness, in spite of his age, there it was...this...tent...with apparently an active three-ring circus beneath marked contrast to all the other male musicians around him. I tried not to stare but I couldn't help myself.

At one point I thought it must be a fanny pack, and that he must have something in it; like a big kerchief in case he perspired or something.

But then it appeared to move.

On it's own.

I've never seen a kerchief in a fanny pack do that.

I didn't stare throughout all 4 movements of the Schuman; I SWEAR I didn't (and if Kath says otherwise, she's lying). But I admit I stared intermittently during all 4 movements, expecting to see the tent...deflate. But it didn't happen. Anxiously, I awaited the end of the concert. I applauded impatiently, waiting for that magic moment, when all the musicians stand...and it happened, as it must; eventually they all stood, and when they did, I admit my eyes were glued to the tent which just...disappeared.

Standing, he looked like every other male musician on the stage. Welllllll...perhaps his trousers were a little more...pleated? front...but maybe not. Kath thinks it was just cheap fabric, tenting in his lap as cheap fabric will sometimes do.

Maybe she's right.

I don't know.

I just wish I knew the size of his feet.


Donna said...

LOL I am reading along and kept thinking of so many one liners to put in the comments but you beat me to it! I was going to ask, "What size were his feet?" Too funny. Talk about a lover of music!! All, I can say is my seats have never been that good at the Meyerson!

Jackie said...

ROFLMAO~ I would have been staring too!
I think I would have been disappointed just a bit, when he finally stood up and nothing was there!
Kind of like waiting for the climax and never actually getting there! lol

Great entry, girl!! Loved it!


De said...

Oh I definitely think I miss DFW! ;) De

Robin said...

Well, I guess there are concerts, and then there are concerts!

Cynthia said...

Oh, the highbrow life! Must have been one hell of a concert.

V said...

Maybe, a Climax to Schuman!!!!!!!!!!!!

emmapeeldallas said...

LOL! Maybe!


Paul said...

Let's see...was he in the WOODwind section? Was he an assistant conductor, packing a baton? Drew Carey had an episode like this, and it was the pants. Everyone wanted to borrow them. BTW, my shoes are only size 10......but triple wide.

emmapeeldallas said...

LOL! I guess it probably was the pants, but wow...what a funny evening!



Judi said...

chortle chortle....... ahhhhhh.............. chortle :):):) judi

Chris said...

I am ON THE FLOOR laughing!!!!!!! What a hoot! You should go to one of those organized bike rides, like the Ride for the Roses and see hundreds of guys in don't have to worry about "fake tents". LOL


emmapeeldallas said...

Guys in lycra...I'm getting visuals...ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, I think I can tell what religion some are...(sorry, couldn't resist)...I'm SO bad sometimes!



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Debbi said...

Can't really add another clever comment re: your main point, but do want permission to steal that Ted Kennedy line -- it's a hard one to resist. *debbi*

Kath said...

As witness to this unusual event, I can attest to the freewheeling movement. It was a force of it's own trying to will it's way out of those cheap pants. I couldn't believe it. I came home and told my husband to find a pair of pants just like those and bring them to bed. Alas, he just stared at me blankly. And I stared at it and the ceiling the rest of the concert. The ceiling of the Meyerson has always been hypnotic to me... Floating from above... suspended...going up and down depending on the performance...much like this... this thing in that man's pants. You couldn't escape it. Thanks, mom, for a truly uplifting evening. -Kath

Lily said...

LOL I have to admit I was laughing loudly at this lol I mean LOUDLY lol

Nice to know you had a good time. And apparently a good view lol ;op And you could have looked at his ears. Or tongue. Or hands. Those are all theories lol Um... not that I pay attention... Ahem... lol ;o)

But jealous of getting to go. Even without the bonus entertainment lol I'd love to go to a symphony.


Lisa said...

SO funny. Hmmmm... it just DEFLATED at the end of the concert? Mayhap you were seeing things. Or hoping you were seeing things. Lisa :-]

Mrs. L said...

You guys!!!!!!!!

Mrs. L