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A Christmas Concert and Symphony Etiquette Primer.

There is so much I’ve wanted to tell you people but darn that life has gotten in the way of blogging.

The symphony is one thing.

Every year at the beginning of the holiday mad dash, a part of the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra comes our way for a concert.

Last Wednesday night was the night. Has it been almost a week already?

Before the concert, people chatting and such.

Only in a small town could the socializing before the symphony be a close cousin to the socializing in the pews before church.

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It was my mother, daughter and I.

My daughter is the musician in the family. She plays the trumpet.

She got quite miffed at me when I tapped her arms when the trumpets were playing.

Alls I can say is good thing we were on the back row. I could bop my head and tap my toe with wild abandon.

See. I know there is certain etiquette involved.

The Boston Symphony web site:  “We request that you don’t talk, whisper, sing, hum, or move personal belongings.”

Well, no mention of not tapping your teen on the arm when the trumpets blew.

And I didn’t sing. Maybe hummed slightly.

I did talk and I did move personal belongings but that was because my daughter kicked over her Sprite. I frantically grabbed the ladies clutch under the seat in front of us.

Seems like when to clap or not to clap is another conundrum.  But I sit on my hand anyway to keep from rapping my fingers in time with the music on the armrests.

I don’t see how anybody can sit there and not move — something — when music is playing.

Like restrained sexual energy if you want to get darn Freudian about it.

Well, this post certainly took an unexpected turn from classical music into psychoanalysis.

Who am I to argue with centuries of glorious music and the proper etiquette for such?

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I know my place in this realm.

In the back row so I can tap away.

I also learned you are not supposed to take photos. So I guess even this el stinko pic could get me hauled off to the foyer and a stern talking to by the Symphony Etiquette Policia.

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Loved the selection of music this year. AWESOME.

Did you know Mozart wrote Sleigh Ride?  Not the one on your favorite Mitch Miller Christmas LPs.

This one.

Notice the sleigh bells. Notice the children. Notice the children who are NOT MOVING. Well, one boy did chew on a finger. But it wasn’t in time with the music.

 

 

What is your favorite piece of holiday music?

One selection that might make you tap along in time. Though only with one finger tucked under your wrap.

           

           

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