Our final symphony concert was last week. We have a season of 8 concerts--five are classical and three are pops. This was the eighth concert, a very special concert planned more than two years in advance.
Our guest performing artist was a soprano, a professor from a local university. She performed four of Aaron Copland's Songs, based on traditional American tunes.
The orchestra performed several collections from Broadway musicals.
The BIG piece on the program was a collaboration with Dave and Chris Brubeck. Seven symphony orchestras in the USA commissioned them to write a piece in connection with an Ansel Adams photographic exhibit. Chris Brubeck attended our event and the opening of the exhibit took place one night before our concert. After the concert a "Take Five" exhibit at one of our local galleries celebrated with a jazz band, great food, and wonderful art as the public was invited, which of course, included the orchestra and the audience. It was an exhausting week with lots of stress, lots of practice, lots of pain from tendonitis in the hands, and lots of relief afterward. But, as always, I enjoyed the music and found myself smiling when we pulled West Side Story from the folder. It has long been a favorite to hear, play or watch on DVD.
Then yesterday the doorbell rang and these were delivered to me. I was and am thrilled!
Aren't these nice girls, guys, and grands?
Love them. Love the flowers. Love the note. Love the thoughtfulness. Somebody must have raised those girls right! I'll bet it was their Daddy.