See that thing behind me? Know how much math is in there? So cool.
What wasn’t so cool was… what happened to dressing up for the symphony? I saw socks in sandals, beige adventure pants and tshirts. Maybe I’m behind the times.
Know what happened though? Not sure if you know this, but I’m the CEO of “The Perfect Timing Club”.
Okay so: my cab pulled up, I walked through the door as they were closing them, up the two flights, the attendants are hushing, “swiftly now”… down the stairs to my seat centre row first balcony* and 5 SWEAR 5 seconds later the lights dim and they kick it off. One of my better entrances in a while.
It all evened out later, as it always does with me; look:
“Stay ups” whatEVER, and I had to keep yanking them.
Tchaikovsky is my favourite guy, and think about going too. Leave at intermission if that’s enough… but hearing classical that loud is good for your brain maybe.
* that’s where the best acoustics are, from a good source. And here’s where to sit in Massey Hall, too.
