Our Date

Last Saturday Kraig and I went on a date. We went to the symphony. I had heard that they were doing Bruckners 4th, which was suppose to be a "Big Brass Show". It is a piece that they like to play for Halloween, because of the all the brass. It was also nicknamed the "Romantic" by the composer.
First we took Trax downtown, we got off at the Gateway Mall stop. Where we had dinner at Costa Vida, it is a mexican place, very similar to Cafe Rio(for those that know what Cafe Rio is). Not very romantic, but yummy. We then got back on Trax and took it back to Abravanell Hall. We sat on the floor in about the center. In all honesty, you can't have bad seats at thy symphony. Plus with the design, you hear everything. I love the architecture of the building, it is awesome.
I was slightly disappointed in the "main attraction" because of all the hype for it, but it was still very good. They play Bruckners 4th after the intermission.
The first half ended up being my favorite part, it was more of what I expected. They played Sinfonia da Requiem, Op.20 composed by Benjamin Britten. For Sinfonia they played three sections, they play Lacrymosa (which I love), Dies irae, and Requiem aeternam. Kraig was having fun watching the person playing the cymbols. The gentlenman playing the cymbols would stand up hit the cymbols together, then sit back down and relax.

Here is a copy of the program


A copy of my ticket (Kraig left his in his shirt pocket, where it got washed)


Going to the symphony made me miss playing my violin. I haven't touched my violin in a probably about a year, if not more. I miss being on the stage, part of the orchestra, playing, and knowing I was where I wanted to be. Part of my problem is the violin I own, it has issues, and is very hard to tune. The pegs slip, and it makes it harder then it is worth most days. I have been tempted to take it to one of the Summerhayes Music, and see if they will let me trade it in so to speak. Plus I am not very good. I never took lessons, I taught myself pretty much all of what I know. In high school, my violin was my voice. I was quiet, or loud, depending on the day, but I never really talked alot. Plus there were many things I had to deal with that, I couldn't. My violin and my poetry became my voice, and my outlet.