I have two concert subscriptions at Carnegie Hall. This fact is evidence of a tendency to overindulge, a tendency to want to be a patron of the arts even with my meager budget, a tendency to not be able to choose between two good things.
Tonight was the Philadelphia Orchestra, the second of the two subscriptions I’ve been buying the last few years. My friend and I have box seats in the second tier. Box seats are very fancy, to say the least. Mostly for me the seat represents not having to squeeze into auditorium seats, not having to get up every time someone wants in or out of the row. Having my own freestanding chair is a luxury I am willing to afford. It makes being comfortable for the whole performance possible. Also, it’s totally fancy. Natch.
It’s also unexpectedly familial. It hadn’t occurred to me that I’d see some of the same people show after show, that there would be other repeat subscribers just as my friend and I are repeaters. Three of the seats in our box are not subscription seats, and we see different folks in those chairs every time. The other four box members are regulars, they’ve been there longer than we have. And the gentleman who sits in front of me has adopted us. When I walked in tonight — only moments before the show began! — he gave me such a nice welcome, like i was an old friend or a favorite niece. I was charmed and pleased.
I love this orchestra. They always make me happy. I love their tiny dynamo of a conductor, Yannick Nézet-Séguin. He is a powerhouse, an explosion of passion, enthusiasm, intensity, and joy. If I expended the kind of energy he does every performance, I would need three days’ sleep after every show.
Nézet-Séguin clearly loves his players as much as he totally loves the music. His obvious pleasure in their excellent performances is lovely to watch. And the musicians respond so wonderfully to him. I love spotting the little moments when one will catch his eye during a performance. I can almost see the electrical connection flash between them.
I had to miss the first concert of this season’s subscription because I was traveling for work. So tonight was my first show of the season. As usual, it filled me up with wonder and joy.
Having these subscriptions is an indulgence. An indulgence that feeds my soul. Worth every penny.
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