A minority at the symphony - a sea of silver hair. A chance for an evening of formality and class. Not sure exactly what to expect. First introduction Stravinsky Fireworks. Music starts again. Where does the music begin, where does it end? Program indicated Part I, II, and III with Hilary Hahn, yet the instruments never stop. Nothing sounds the same, no chorus, no repetition of sound. A simple pause then the musicians just keep playing and playing. Several pauses, several movements to begin clapping, but no - the music continues. Parts or movements? A movement is a self-contained work separated by silence within a larger work. Usually, each movement is destinguishable by its tempo, key, rhythmical patterns, and harmonization. Oh, the pause indicates a movement! Yet not a movement to applaud.
Firefly's fill the air, picture if Disney moveis flash through my mind. A general respect for this unknown man they refer to as conductor. Thierry Fischer, short in stature with a passion for music. Giant toothpick in his hand representing precision and flow with each movement. Looking well distinguished at this first appearance. Then begins the wrestling with his suit jacket with quick jolting movements. Head bobbing back and forth, back bends, forward bends, side to side, on one foot, bent down low. Soon this distinguished conductor begins to resemble Albert Einstein.
Well accomplished young girl stands out in her red gown. Hilary Hahn. Precision of touch and movement surrounds her. Technical brilliance.
Lamp shade in the tuba. Wyatt Earp on percussion. Poor man sitting attentively at the grand piano for 90 minutes waiting for his first contribution. Anticipating intermission, gentle rustle of the crowd as they return with new music to fill their homes. One final number anticipated.
Final performance 30 minutes, sitting, waiting, shuffling in the seat, watching for the turn of the last sheet of music. At last, a breath of cool fresh air.
But, we fulfilled Daison's class assignment
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