{"id":2525,"date":"2018-03-24T00:49:36","date_gmt":"2018-03-24T07:49:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/?p=2525"},"modified":"2018-03-24T00:49:36","modified_gmt":"2018-03-24T07:49:36","slug":"glass-curtain-shattered-in-sandpoint-last-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/dlkeur-blog\/semi-professional\/glass-curtain-shattered-in-sandpoint-last-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Glass Curtain Shattered in Sandpoint Last Night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I met a cellist, Sam Minker, at Kathy&#8217;s veterinary hospital Wednesday last. I was staring at an unwanted Windows update that had interrupted my computer fix, chatting about our latest recording project with Georgette, the resident receptionist with whom I have a humor-filled rapport. This twenty-something guy leans in over the counter and says, &#8220;What did you say?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I thought he was asking about my grumbling about Windows 10, but, no, he wanted to know about the music project &#8230;so I told him a bit about Zentao Music. He seemed genuinely excited to meet a working musician.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Outside, he mentioned that he was performing, and, after a harried day of interruptions, I changed clothes, ran a brush through my hair, and carted twenty bucks with me for a ticket. (Forrest opted to stay home, which was probably a good thing, though, originally, I&#8217;d arranged to go because I wanted Forrest to meet Sam.)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Anyway, I pulled in about quarter to seven, went in the main door &#8212; a mistake &#8212; then, with guidance, found the ticket person, got processed, and found a seat. The auditorium was about two-thirds filled.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Young dancers were first, and their pirouettes were quite good, and the last performer was graceful and elegant. Next came a has-been jazz pianist\/vocal act. I won&#8217;t say anything more about it, thanks. Now came the trio I&#8217;d come to see. Comprising piano-forte, cello, and violin, the trio began with Brahms. It was going quite well, indeed. Then, the grand piano broke.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Really.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Literally.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The pianist, an old hand, got up and engaged the audience about the problem. Someone got up and, with the aid of a flashlight, began to address the problem &#8212; the whole upper end had gone dead silent. Somebody in the audience offered that they had jumper cables in their pick-up, which got delighted laughter from the audience &#8212; that&#8217;s my town, thanks. That broke the ice, the stiffness, the stiltedness of the evening that had been rather palpable. The glass curtain, I call it. Even when you all pretty much know each other, there&#8217;s the us and there&#8217;s the them on both sides, audience and performers. The gift is to be able to shatter that curtain and have the performance be a co-experience with performers and audience literally &#8216;in concert&#8217; with one another. It happened here. Wonderfully. All thanks to the piano tuner having erred earlier in the day when reassembling the grand piano after tuning it up. It was a blessing, and everybody benefited, the performers keeping their aplomb, the audience rallied to their cause. Great stuff, that.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-2526\" src=\"https:\/\/www.dlkeur.com\/dlkeur-blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/POACConcertAtHeartwoodSandpoint_3-23-2018-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I met a cellist, Sam Minker, at Kathy&#8217;s veterinary hospital Wednesday last. I was staring at an unwanted Windows update that had interrupted my computer fix, chatting about our latest recording project with Georgette, the resident receptionist with whom I have a humor-filled rapport. 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