An evening at the orchestra
The pleasure of a good live concert shouldn’t be underestimated. After a long week at work, and a long session at the hospital, I didn’t have the fire in my belly to go out this evening, but… son #3 was to be onstage, doing his part. I don’t hear him in performance very often. So, we saddled up the horses and rode into town.
This evening, the concert featured a group of seasoned professionals (Les Violons du Roy) who have been the force behind a program that allows students to perform with mentors. Our local school has a string program, the late-come child, and their efforts have given us a decent junior symphony orchestra. The program tonight was short; just over an hour including seating changes and breaks for applause. A mixture of pieces, from Anderson and Holst through to Mozart and Debussy, with some Saint-Saens and Katchatourian in the salad. There, enough name-dropping.
I have a recording of the concert, and I’m pleased with the sound quality. This evening, I had no close neighbour that nattered, and the acoustics of the room made my choice of microphone sufficient to the cause. Now I’ll have the pleasure of editing out the shuffling and clapping, distilling the evening down to something less than a CD in length.
The choirs performed twice, so I have some small idea of what son #3 sounds like (parents have this amazing talent, where we can edit out the other eighty voices and discern only the one that is genetically important). We can do the same thing with instrumental performances, but I wonder what happens if there is an unannounced swap of horns.
I spotted a new callsign plate in front of a nearby home. Does this mean that I could have on-air company some day soon?
