I missed the bus home yesterday. After considering various options, I hopped the next one, knowing it would only take me halfway. The second, pokey bus dropped me off on a springy bit of green turf outside what was, is, and ever more shall be my favorite used bookstore. Oh, joy! I walked in with a light heart and about seven bucks.
O Fortuna! Kodak’s ten million dollar gift earmarked for renovations to Eastman Theatre have sparked two debates. The first has to do with the future renaming of the space “Kodak Hall.” The second centers on whether renovations, scheduled for this summer and next, will actually improve the sound of music.
The morning after the Rochester Philharmonic and Oratorio Society performed Carmina Burana, two rather technical e-mails on the subject landed in my box. They are reprinted below the line.
About once a decade, my mother announces she wants to see a movie on the big screen. The last one was “The Fugitive” with Harrison Ford. Before that, it might have been “In Search of Noah’s Ark.” She’s no film buff. So when she said she wanted to see “The Singing Revolution” over the weekend, I dropped everything and went to the Little Theater with my mom, my sister, and her Estonian friend Maarit.
Last night the Blue Cross Arena was transformed with the glitter, lights and elegance of a Viennese Ballroom, while Andre Rieu and his Johann Strauss Orchestra delighted the audience with a spectacular show of waltzes, opera and musical favorites. Rieu's showmanship exudes energy and enthusiasm, and flows through each member of his group.
The audience, which filled the Blue Cross Arena about two-thirds full, swayed in their seats, and danced in the aisles when the traditional Blue Danube was played. By the end of the evening the audience had been completely transformed into (as Andre referred to Rochester) "the happiest audience in the world."