I took Corwin to see Joshua Bell play at Krannert Center a week ago Thursday. Since Corwin is the only boy in his violin class, I thought it would be good for him to see a male violinist. Besides, I had seen Joshua Bell play in Pittsburgh many years ago, and he is very, very good.
Since I only got the tickets a month ahead of time, we were stuck near the rafters, but the sound was still quite good. While we waited for the concert to start, Corwin asked why the roof wasn’t flat, and I got to give an ad libbed explanation of aucoustics.
Corwin lasted through the first set of pieces (three pieces by Schubert). He asked me why Mr. Bell was moving so much. Corwin’s teacher gets on his case for walking around during his lesson. I pointed out that Mr. Bell actually kept his feet mostly in place. He was just moving his upper body. And besides once Corwin was as good as Mr. Bell, perhaps he could move around too.
After the Schubert pieces, Corwin crashed. He managed to curl himself up in the chair like a cat.
I woke him up during intermission and walked him around in hopes of waking him up. I tried to astound him with the age and price of Mr. Bell’s Stradivarious but to no avail. He conked out again as soon as the lights went down.
Oh, well, I enjoyed the music anyway.