I did two things out of the ordinary this week. I attended
not one, but two classical music concerts.
This is out of the ordinary because although I have what I
would call a healthy appreciation for the arts, I certainly am not a
classical music buff. Apart from those failed piano lessons from a Catholic nun when I was a kid,
I’m no expert.
Watching both a solo pianist and symphony orchestra, as part of the 2011 Brisbane Festival, left me a little surprised. Not because they weren’t amazing - they were - but because they were so easy to watch. What also surprised me was the wide variety of people in the audience; teenagers, children and young couples, not just your stereotypical middle-aged classical connoisseurs (not that there’s any wrong with them, of course).
Watching both a solo pianist and symphony orchestra, as part of the 2011 Brisbane Festival, left me a little surprised. Not because they weren’t amazing - they were - but because they were so easy to watch. What also surprised me was the wide variety of people in the audience; teenagers, children and young couples, not just your stereotypical middle-aged classical connoisseurs (not that there’s any wrong with them, of course).
If you’ve never visited Brisbane, Australia, you probably
best know the city, or state of Queensland, as the place devastated by
widespread flooding in January this year.
That tragic event inspired one composer, who was already in
the process of composing a symphony about the city of Brisbane, to create a
symphony purely based on the flood and its aftermath, which was one of not
just devastation, but community spirit and hope.