In Manchester we have a very fine concert hall, the Bridgewater. This was built to replace the old Free Trade Hall, which had been home to the Halle orchestra for donkey's years. The Bridgewater is modern architecture at its best.
This is a view of the building from the outside, and ...
this is a view of the auditorium, looking down from the stage. Peter and I always get more or less the same seats. They are on the left looking out from the stage, and two floors up. They are immediately over the orchestra, so apart from listening to the music you can watch what the musicians are doing. Once I saw a trombonist reading a magazine. He had it on his music stand and read when he wasn't playing.
Last night we heard two pieces of music. The first was Braham's 1st Piano Concert.
The guest pianist was a young man called Sunwook Kim. He is Korean. He is eighteen years old and last year he won the prestigeous Leeds International Pianoforte Competition.
Because of our elevated position immediately over the orchestra, we had an brilliant view of him. He played like a man possessed! He was wonderful, dipping and swaying, reaching great heights of ecstasy. During one his more orgasmic moments, I winked at him. More dipping and swaying, musical genius shining from every pore. He was positively glowing. At the end of the piece, after many curtain calls he spontaneously gave us an encore. The audience went wild. More bows, smiles, and I can't be absolutely certain, but maybe a wink in my direction!
What a little sweetheart. (Or sweetpump, for Maalie).
After the interval (when Peter downed a glass of gin) it was time for Beethoven's Symphony No. 7. This is one of my very favourites. It was my turn to dip and sway and reach great heights of ecstasy. I'll not mention a word about orgasmic moments.
Peter looked at me. He looked away. He looked again. He nudged me. "Behave yourself. Pull yourself together. You're making Beethoven blush".