I know, I promised more on the air show. But as I began to prepare for today’s post, I recalled another event of this past weekend that was too good not to share first.
In my next life*, all I want is to have one thing I’m passionate about. Unfortunately, my love for music, writing, fashion, art, and food** have totally confused the current state of the world I live in.
*Too bad I don’t believe in reincarnation.
**And don’t even get me started on my love for aeronautics.
After the air show, and a two-hour drive home that should only have taken 18 minutes*, Lance and I rushed over to Trenton to hear a concert by the New Jersey Capital Philharmonic Orchestra. A musician friend of mine had given me her tickets a few weeks back after discovering she couldn’t use them. Little did she know she was sending me off to an event that would have me by the end trying to reason in my mind why I have continued to push off rejoining an orchestra.**
*More on that later.
**I just need a career where I can bake, play the violin, and write–is that too much to ask?
My failed attempt of capturing a drive-by shot of the “Trenton Makes, The World Takes” sign on the Lower Trenton Bridge. I mean, what other state capital can boast a sign like that??
While I’m sure my personal woes may be slightly interesting, trust me, I actually have an interesting story to share about the concert itself. Though I love classical music, nothing thrills me more than a concert devoted to cinematic classics, as was this one. The orchestra opened with the magnificent sound of Fanfare and Entry of the Nobles from “El Cid”, and then we waited. The next piece on the program was “Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 35” by Korngold. The three movements were based on themes from four popular films and were to be soloed by violinist Odin Rathnam.
The capitol building from the steps of the War Memorial
In orchestral concerts, there are occasional glitches. Lighting fails. Microphones need replacements. Strings break. Conductors accidentally toss their batons. But after a moment or two, the concert moves on.
Still we waited.
Long past the time of changing a string or switching out microphones, we waited. To the point where we were informed that the soloist had been ‘detained’. This then lead Lance to begin wondering what authorities might have him held back stage in questioning and for what reason.
Minutes later, when Rathnam finally made his grand entrance, he proceeded to explain to the audience that the issue was no more than his being used to an eight o’clock concert start time.*
*The concert began at 7:30 pm.
In all the concerts I have attended from college until now, this was an absolute first for me.
And, in complete honesty, it made the night that much more memorable.
Thank goodness he was a brilliant soloist.