This is notwithstanding, how gorgeous the Emerson Quartet is. I was extremely privileged to have a front row seat and I could feel every bow stroke. I would say that it seems at times that all of their bow arms are attached on a string, providing that perfect synchronicity, but that would be undermining the beauty of each pizzicato pluck and movement. I know I'm gushing, but I love them so dearly. I spent most of the concert with hands clasped so tightly that they lost circulation. Never have I seen musicians share a conversation so clearly using their instruments as their words, feelings, and motivations. I love how they move together too, and even if one musician can't lift his eyes off the page to catch the glance he's being sent, he still lifts and eyebrow or gives a nod to confirm that the message was received.
People ask me constantly what I want from the future or where I want to be a year/five years/ten years from now. If I could, I would tell them that. That connection, that look...however it translates to work, career, relationships.
I couldn't help thinking during the concert though, how different it was from the show I went to this past Saturday -- Sleigh Bells at Showbox.
Here's how it breaks down:
Gallery -- this is the bar area of Showbox. You pay extra for the booze, you're a little elevated because you're on tables or a platform off to the side/back of the theater (or buzzed ha ha)...and yeah the view isn't optimal, but really you're there to look cool, not necessarily for the whole concert experience.
Sleigh Bells was definitely a fun show though. Great energy and singer Alexis Krauss was every bit as charismatic as you'd expect. She jumped into the crowd at the end of the show and a big group of us fell sideways while she was surfing...but the nice thing was that even though I fell, I was helped up to my feet by the person next to me and I hoisted the next person up too. There's some deep parallel between mosh pits and life here, but I'll let you guys configure that out.