Another Amazing Day in Bellingham
I am not a musician. I suspect I have not the talent to play an instrument, and certainly, I lack the voice to be a singer. But I do love music, and most especially, symphonic music. And I must confess, the entire idea of orchestral music baffles me. That those scattered, often cluttered symbols on paper can express the ideas of a composer such that a player can read them and translate them into precise movements of muscle and breath, in concert with a hundred others, to make a tapestry of sound that can bring me to tears is utterly beyond my comprehension. Today, I watched pre-college students do exactly that, playing two pieces I know and love: Glazunov The Seasons and Rimsky-Korsakov Scheherazade. The first was played by a younger group, yet it was extraordinarily well done, and the second by the senior-level students, and they were magnificent. The young concert master was dazzling and will be heading into a career with a ma...