The Canadian Brass concert in Hill last night was incredible. First, complaining:
The clap-happy audience really got on my nerves. The worst part by far was the behavior during the performance of Samuel Barber's String Quartet No. 1. This is a haunting and beautiful piece made famous in Platoon and Amelie. At one point in the middle of it, the group paused to take a breath. Someone clapped during the pause. The piece ends with a sustained note that, upon its conclusion, could've lingered and resonated in the perfect acoustics of Hill for a full minute without me breathing or blinking. Instead, the exact instant the quintet stopped playing -- to say nothing of the note, just the second they stopped blowing air -- someone claps furiously. This person is probably the guy who sprints out of the theater the instant the credits roll and gargles with mouthwash immediately after swallowing a sip of wine.
Other than that it was fantastic. It was great seeing Brandon Ridenour up there, and a whole lot of PNHS faculty and parents came to see their hometown boy sharing the stage with legends. Good for him.
I finally saw 300 today too. It was exactly what I expected. Gerard Butler's Leonidas exuded sheer badassery up there with Neo and Tyler Durden.