I followed the daunting finger.
And it led me somewhere magical.
I was privileged enough to find tickets for the sold-out Saturday (May 12) concert of the Berlin Philharmonic.* They played Mahler's Symphony No. 1 and Stravinsky's Petruschka. The concert was overwhelming! I half believed that I was dreaming when I took my seat. It felt impossible to be sitting in one of the most famed concert halls of the world and only minutes away from hearing what many consider the greatest orchestra of all time. It wasn’t until the Berlin Philharmonic launched into the Stravinsky’s Pertruschka that I knew that it wasn’t a dream. No one can dream up such a sound!
I couldn’t help but feel drunk as I watched the bows of the violin section move in perfect unison. The sound was so clear and crisp, and every player seemed to be really focused on making good music! The audience was spellbound as well. This was particularly evident after intermission, when the Berlin Phil played Mahler’s first symphony. It was deadly silent during the rests and there was no applause between movements! I marveled at the orchestra’s ability to play softly—Just soft enough to be audible to keep me on the edge of my seat, yearning to hear the slightest whisper.
As I leaned in with a growing comfort for the near-silence, a storm suddenly raged and I was swept away along with all the 2,400 some people sitting in the same hall. Drums banged, cymbals crashed, and the fiery blast of the brass roared like the ocean in my ears. And just when I began to think I couldn’t take any of it any because it was too immense for me to handle, the orchestra dropped back down to a peaceful whisper. They became the wind on a calm, peaceful day. Then, the orchestra changed gears so smoothly and gradually that I didn’t notice until it was too late. The violin section would slowly but swiftly increase their amount of bow and bow speed. When the string section reached the zenith, the pinnacle, the very summit of the Mahler, I felt ready to burst. Never have a heard anything like that Berlin Philharmonic concert.
*I have a newly gained respect for those people who wait on the standing room line concert after opera after concert.
If all goes well, I'm going to be able to brag that I've heard the Berlin Philharmonic in their lovely irregularly shaped hall, sometime quite soon!
If all goes well, I'm going to be able to say that I stayed in a hotel with a 500 year history-- a hotel where Martin Luther, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, and David Oistrakh once stayed.
If all goes well, I'm going to play the role of pesky tourist in Leipzig by awing over the Bach exhibits and the choir in the church.
I'm excited. And I have this gleam in my eye. That can't be good.
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