1) Seeing Henchman Joe Clapper walking (yes, walking!) from Washington Ave. to
Grand on his way back to Powell Hall. Apparently he was called over for an
emergency at the Fox Theatre (an extra Henchman needed, I guess), but it turned
out to be a false alarm. The Fox should be ashamed. He'd hardly had his morning
coffee.
2) Seeing Heidi Harris,
associate concertmaster, in a darling little skirt that sparkled with golden
embroidery, and, of course, the perfect matching gold shoes, like ballet
slippers but much more stylish and comfortable. "Wherever did you get that
skirt?" I asked. "The Limited," Heidi said, almost embarrassed. "It was just
something in the back of my closet." What Heidi has in the back of her closet
is couture compared what many of us have. Do I even have a back of a closet?
3) The low, sinuous moan of the electric violin played by Leila
Josefowicz as she was involved in the morning sound check. Her electric has two
more strings than her Guarneri del Gèsu (constructed in 1724), a C and F, which
takes the violin down into the cello range and sounds like dark chocolate
ambrosia.
