Wanting What the Maestro Has

“So, how long does a symphony concert typically last?” I ask my colleague. We stand in the lobby of the Lied, media sponsor banner beside us, logoed pens and brochures fanned out on the table cloth.

“Well, let’s see…the first part is about an hour. Then there’s intermission, and after that probably another hour,” she says.

I stifle a yawn.

I am not a music person. Rock, pop and blues don’t appeal to me (until just recently  I thought Adele was pronounced, “A Deal”), classical makes me sleepy and jazz, well, I don’t even know what to say about jazz.

I can’t tell you the difference between adagio and allegro (I had to Google “glossary of classical music terms” just to come up with those two). And if I had to name a favorite piece of classical music, I’d say Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, but only because I remember it from the ’80s movie by the same name.

Truth be told, the only reason I’m at the symphony is because I am working.

…Hop over to the Lincoln Journal Star to read how I changed my tune… {yeah, that’s pun intended!}