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soothed with Schumann
May. 21st, 2010 10:08 pmA hearty performance of Schumann's Carnaval, an old favorite of a piano suite that I haven't heard in a long time, pleasantly concluded an otherwise frustrating day.
Start with the fact that the concert including Carnaval, by a Brazilian pianist named Walter Asvolinsque, was held in the small music department auditorium at the local community college, a place I normally avoid visiting because of its historically opaque and confusing visitor parking regulations.
Notice sign at entrance stating that tickets must be bought at machines. Park car near auditorium. See no machines, not anywhere there. Ask at box office. Get told they're way over there somewhere. Get told they're yellow. Find them difficult to observe, because they're actually blue. Get warned about huge fine for parking offenders. Not seeking to be a parking offender; just want to figure out how to buy the ticket. Ask how much it costs. $2. Ask for change for a $5. Get told the machine gives change for a $5. Walk all the way over there, find this is not true, not for any of four different $5 bills. Walk back. Repeat request for change, a bit more emphatically this time.
And that was just the last irritation, some of them less minor than that, on a long list.
Start with the fact that the concert including Carnaval, by a Brazilian pianist named Walter Asvolinsque, was held in the small music department auditorium at the local community college, a place I normally avoid visiting because of its historically opaque and confusing visitor parking regulations.
Notice sign at entrance stating that tickets must be bought at machines. Park car near auditorium. See no machines, not anywhere there. Ask at box office. Get told they're way over there somewhere. Get told they're yellow. Find them difficult to observe, because they're actually blue. Get warned about huge fine for parking offenders. Not seeking to be a parking offender; just want to figure out how to buy the ticket. Ask how much it costs. $2. Ask for change for a $5. Get told the machine gives change for a $5. Walk all the way over there, find this is not true, not for any of four different $5 bills. Walk back. Repeat request for change, a bit more emphatically this time.
And that was just the last irritation, some of them less minor than that, on a long list.
