There has been a major renovation of our symphony hall for the last two years. They did an excellent job of keeping the historic grand old building and adding modern space. The modern space has a few regrettable spots where the floor slopes down and then rises unexpectedly. so it’s a little disorienting.
That might be a design choice, because I felt the same unevenness as I tried to walk through the original rows to get to our seats.
Seats! You may have never seen the tatty velvet seats at Powell. But now! New seats!
Almost as good as the new seats? Our favorite sound is an orchestra tuning up. The opera only tunes up for five minutes. It felt like the symphony orchestra spent twenty.
There is also actual music at the symphony
Friend Anne was watching closely enough to point out there was a man who seemed to be preparing to play an “actual saw.” And he did. Sounded kind of like a theremin.
There were no dancers for the ballet, but there was some very florid prose projected on a screen. It was a little distracting because I had to imagine the stagecraft behind “they defeat her by throwing a magical egg at her feet which explodes into a thousand shards.”
“How,” I said later.
“Glitter?” Anne guessed.
Or perhaps not. One YouTube presentation of the dance shows them employing a very large egg.
