Nate Knows Nada

Went to Tanglewood with some friends and BF yesterday. Saw some chamber music at the Ozawa hall. The Berkshires, though hardly mountains by my Western standards, are quite beautiful. They roll and are full of hills. And to set classical music in live performance among them is absolutely brilliant, as an idea.

The program included a nice suite by Shostakovich. It also had a composition by a 23-year-old that had some nice moments, but was too random and jumping all about. Several different themes that didn’t mesh well with one another. Also, his little description about the piece, which included some gobbledygook about changes in life that sounded like being sad about leaving one’s college friends but which he tried to endow with more angst and cloaked meaning than that, did not eandear his piece to the group.

But overall, it was a lovely way to get out of the city, see some tamed nature, and hear music just to hear music, rather than as background noise.

Then, I watched Chocolat last night. A pleasant day.