Thai or Cambodian temple rubbing, featuring musicians and dancers of long ago. It hangs in my family room.
David and I have been mulling over the new symphony season coming up in September. Though we have not been informed about the program, schedule, and artists, we are inclined to purchase the season tickets by the July 31st deadline in order to keep our present seats near the left aisle. I like our seats, because we can see the piano keyboard clearly.
You should have been there for the final concert last month, when ukulele virtuoso Jake Shimabukuro performed Yasui’s “Concerto for Ukelele and Orchestra,” the only ukulele concerto of its kind in the world. The orchestra was enormous with many instruments, such as seven basses and a harp.
Unfortunately, during Jake’s cadenza, when he was playing solo, a cell phone started to ring. A woman rummaged through her large hand bag, but could not find her phone, which kept on ringing. Grrr. That stupid woman should have left her seat and gone to the lobby to find her phone in her bag instead of remaining seated. Man, talk about lack of concert etiquette!
However, I simply adored Jake’s encore, which he composed himself. It was a duet for violin and ukulele. It was so lyrical and soaring that tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my face. How I wish I could hear that piece again!
We also plan to subscribe to the opera season. I love Mozart’s “The Magic Flute,” and would love to see Verdi’s “Il Trovatore” and Britten’s “Midsummer Night’s Dream.” How exciting!
I just hope that David’s knee replacement surgery on July 30th is a success and he can accompany me to these events and have a good time.