Tags: Joshua Bell, Sam Haywood, Symphony Hall
This afternoon I saw the great violinist Joshua Bell in recital with Sam Haywood on piano at Symphony Hall in Chicago. I decided just yesterday to go and could only get tickets in the Gallery, the highest level. I started going to Classical concerts after I was no longer broke and so I generally get good seats — not the very best, but very good. I was looking forward to the experience.
I took the elevator to the 6th floor and walked up a short staircase. As I first looked down upon seeing the stage in the distance, I grabbed for the nearest rail. I was so much higher than I imagined. I was not let down but had the euphoria of the New. The lady next to me suggested seat belts.
Only at points throughout the concert was I hyper-aware of being so high, but I never lost some awareness. Several times I did a mental sound check and due to the miracle of acoustics or my positive mood, the sound was perfect. While I couldn’t make out the detail of their faces, I had no problem hearing, from the hush of a quiet note to the light pluck of a string.
There are delightful economic possibilities sitting so high up but most important to me is that I am now connected with the Gallerians; I am now one of them.