Dear Janeen,
I see what you mean! People are mean, even the maestros, even the virtuosos, even the poets. I got busted at the symphony last week.*
I’m not sure; there may have been a faux pas. I think I drew a fervent & questioning look from our virtuoso concertmaster during his bows because I didn’t stand for the standing O. We were seated in the fifth row, just close enough to get called out I suppose. Now, I don’t know the etiquette and I’m probably wrong but I thought a standing O at the first show was sort of gauche. I mean, I bought us season tickets and this was the season opener. We’re just getting warmed up. Maybe my ear’s rusty. Plus my lap was full. I was actually trapped in my seat. I wore a good coat which was folded in my lap and on top of that were my notes, notebook, and I know there was a pen loose somewhere. So shoot me, I was writing at the symphony again. I always do. The performance moves and inspires me to give back. (I love you, Ruotao! You Rock!) I couldn’t help it. He was doing his art, thrashing that thing, and I had to do mine. In that moment I happened to be discovering something about footwork and I had to write it down, it was sort of eloquent & it could have been profound. I wasn’t only seated, I was planted in my seat. And if I may: I thought his feet were a little too busy during his standing performance; and I thought he was a little plucky, even for Brahms.
But that’s just me. And if we’re going to be so quick with our standing ovations then shouldn’t they have a coatroom? But what do I know? Ooh! Maybe I’ll volunteer to be the coat checker! Yeah, I’d collect all the cell phones and weapons too. I’d tuck snippets of poetry into all the pockets. I’ll send them a letter!
Gotta go! Have an important meeting. I forget what I was going to write you about today so that’s it for now. Meeting at Musie’s place today to do ink & collage art & listen to music & eat pecan bars & drink coffee! So I’ll be back later with more of it, especially if I remember what it was.
Ciao for now,
More love later,
PSL
*No, I’m not the oaf who left his phone on during the first half of the performance. The first cellist lashed out at them during the Ravel rigaudon, “The Eagles are going to lose!” Ha! The string section was feisty that weekend.