That is one gorgeous musical hall and stage. I bet that was impressive in itself to see. So glad you got to experience two of your favorite things in one day.
Jack and I would always get season’s tickets to the Roanoke Symphony and attended their entire schedule with my mom. This was after my dad died and mom was no longer comfortable driving at night. For years, we’d drive the hour to Rke, often go out to dinner with mom, then sit for two hours in “assigned seats” to hear the symphony. Neither the building (certainly) nor the talents of the musicians (probably) were on par with what Philly has to offer. But we’d chat briefly before and during intermission with the folks we’d come to know sitting around us, and quietly listen to the music—extraordinary, no matter the composer or style because it was played live—and enjoy experiencing it together. Then we’d say goodnight to mom and drive the dark, winding mountain roads back to our rural homestead, and think how lucky we were to be able to do that with each other; and with mom. Very pleasant memories. So glad to read about yours.
What an amazing building. I should look into the Sacramento Symphony. . . if there is one. I actually saw Wuthering Heights as a movie theatre. Can't remember the last time I did that. Usually, I just watch a video or stream something. It definitely transported me to the Yorkshire moors, bad weather and all. Nice break from reality.
That is one gorgeous musical hall and stage. I bet that was impressive in itself to see. So glad you got to experience two of your favorite things in one day.
Jack and I would always get season’s tickets to the Roanoke Symphony and attended their entire schedule with my mom. This was after my dad died and mom was no longer comfortable driving at night. For years, we’d drive the hour to Rke, often go out to dinner with mom, then sit for two hours in “assigned seats” to hear the symphony. Neither the building (certainly) nor the talents of the musicians (probably) were on par with what Philly has to offer. But we’d chat briefly before and during intermission with the folks we’d come to know sitting around us, and quietly listen to the music—extraordinary, no matter the composer or style because it was played live—and enjoy experiencing it together. Then we’d say goodnight to mom and drive the dark, winding mountain roads back to our rural homestead, and think how lucky we were to be able to do that with each other; and with mom. Very pleasant memories. So glad to read about yours.
What a special memory, Lee, to spend that time with your mom and Jack and the music!
This is a really beautiful review and detailed description that transports all of us to the symphony hall! Thanks for the experience. ❤️
What a beautiful concert building---thanks for sharing
What an amazing building. I should look into the Sacramento Symphony. . . if there is one. I actually saw Wuthering Heights as a movie theatre. Can't remember the last time I did that. Usually, I just watch a video or stream something. It definitely transported me to the Yorkshire moors, bad weather and all. Nice break from reality.
That black harp is huge! I’ve never seen one that big!