Sunday, September 18, 2016
Today I am grateful for musicians. What an awful, dull place this world would be without musicians! Any musician. All musicians. I don’t care if they just play harmonica and spoons like my dad did, or if they are concert pianists like my brother in law, or wax a mean viola like my sister. I am grateful for all of them.
When we were at the Kimmel Center for our anniversary, a quintet from the Philly Pops did a set. They were late on the bill. The place was jam packed with ever possible seat taken, including the matts laid out for kids right up front. The sun was searing in through the skylight. The sound system for the previous dance numbers was faulty. While they were setting up on the small stage it was noisy and chaotic and people were standing everywhere and at the same time others were trying to push through to get a better view.
The emcee put her hear down to the leader of the quintet and returned to the microphone. “The group would like to march in while playing music, but I’m not sure if we can clear out enough space for them.” Like Moses holding a rod over the red sea, the people parted, the group too their places in the crowd and soared in to the tune of “When the Saints Go Marching In”. Quite a moment.
Their set was only about a half an hour, but what a joy to listen and watch great musicians! I can’t wait until Himself and I get to hear the whole bunch of them and more at the concert we won tickets for. Canned music is great, but there is no substitute for the live performance of a more than alive musician.