My other half and I went out to see Pink Martini last night. I didn't enjoy it much and we left at intermission. I've never cared for concerts much to begin with, but that has certainly picked up as I've gotten older. Some of it has to do with my preferred method of consuming music - not in a big hall with a bunch of people and perfume burning my eyes.
There's this weird emotion of trying to learn the songs as they go by. Thinking how I'd lock into the drummer (who was excellent). Think about how the trumpet's mic was too loud (he was not excellent). On and on. Just couldn't switch my player mode off. Oddly, I've never had this issue with classical music, even when I was playing it.
There's this weird emotion of trying to learn the songs as they go by. Thinking how I'd lock into the drummer (who was excellent). Think about how the trumpet's mic was too loud (he was not excellent). On and on. Just couldn't switch my player mode off. Oddly, I've never had this issue with classical music, even when I was playing it.




