Sunday, October 01, 2006

Sometimes Serendipity Sucks

...or I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For, and I Don't Always Want What I Have Found Along the Way.

I'm sitting by myself in the balcony, awaiting the season opening performance of the Alexandria Symphony Orchestra. In the seat to my right, where Mama would usually sit, is my hat; Mama is in Vermont for the week with 3B, introducing him to his great-grandma, cousins, great-aunts and uncles, and the farm, which is where Mama's Mom grew up.

With things being as topsy-turvy as they have been recently, we lost track of our symphony ticket until yesterday. Mama called me at work to let me know that opening night was tonight, but neither of us could remember, or had time to look up the program.

Turns out the first half is Midori playing Brahms' violin concerto, and the second half is Beethoven's 9th. My first reaction was to flash back to hearing the Brahms at the SF Symphony with Mom, which is where I heard so much symphonic music for the first time. My next thought was that this is a pretty easy, crowd pleasing season opener. Of course, they have bills to pay and, as someone who loves both pieces, I'm proof that their program selections put the butts in the seats, but sometimes it's nice to be stretched. I remember the time that Mom and I saw the SF Symphony play the score to Alexander Nevsky, complete with chorus in the balcony, which rose to sing just as the amassed armies on screen rushed headlong into battle, the motion in the symphony hall echoing and amplifying that in the film.

Music has the same effect on my emotions, echoing and amplifying them, especially these days. Or, as FunkDaddie, who recently lost his Dad, says, "Music, it's a motherfucker." It's not helping that in going over the last gifts that I got from Mom, I keep playing the Johnny Cash album that she got me. It's appropriately titled, as both she and I traveled down hundreds of highways together and separately, but with songs like "Further On (Up the Road)" and "Like the 309," it's sometimes a hard listen.

"I hear the sound of a railroad train
The whistle blows and I'm gone again"

Nevertheless, sitting here now, I'm hearing the Brahms and Beethoven in my mind, and picturing my young mother emerging from the Stanford Library, having just finished studying for her music appreciation class, dancing down the steps singing the melodies.

"One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road."


  1. With any luck, the "Ode to Joy" at the end of the Beethoven stirred more uplifting emotions. The symphony begins, deliberately, in the murk and discord of chaos, but by the end it rises to sing forth of the peaks we can also achieve.

    Or maybe the Brahms put you to sleep, since you're a sleep-depraved dad, and you never heard the Beethoven, waking only when the usher elbowed you and asked you to stop drooling on the upholstery.

    Ah, the peaks we can achieve.

  2. Midori & Beethoven's 9th? wow.

    beautiful post, btw

  3. Wow, a week without Mama and 3B...Barky must be getting all the love.