Remembering Baltimore
Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 1:06 pm
The Meyerhoff is a wonderful place. This was the second time I got tickets. This time I was close and lucky enough to be seated in one of the tier boxes above center stage off to the left, close enough to get a bird’s eye view of the performers’ hand movements, even lucky enough to exchange a hi-hello-there with the Maestro himself. Still a Cat. The performance of the singers, backup musicians and symphony was right on. The sound mix was no less than studio quality. Once a musical director always a musical director, just like it was that evening last year when we attended at the Keswick outside of Philadelphia. That’s why I had to go back again. Add to this all the stuff about life, passion and what dreams are made of. This is and always will be very powerful stuff. Anyone Who Had a Heart. . . Isn’t that the one the Beatles liked a lot? Later on this much too rare an occasion had to come to an end. Totally blown away by the performance, I needed to chill out there for a while in order to regain consciousness. I watched the singers mingling with their own groups of fans, the musicians packing up their instruments making small talk as the number of hangers-on in the stage area slowly dwindled down. Finally, when it was time to leave, when I opened up the exit door and stepped out onto the street, then and there I remembered what it was like back when I was a kid after the matinee at the neighborhood theater, flowing out into the mainstream daylight still abuzz from the emotional rollercoaster ride I just stepped off of. It was just like that!