Seattle For Beginners Saturday September 12
8.30am: Breakfast/tour, Benaroya Hall
5.30pm: Dinner, Friesen Gallery
Sorry. We tried.
8pm: Gala concert, Benaroya Hall
Inside, the rich and fancy jostle for space and media attention like
rabid punters down a dog track. Caviar and foul-tasting meat canopies are
passed round, champagne runs like proverbial water. Silver key fobs are
Seattle's gift to us-silver key fobs and an opening address which remembers
to thank all the patrons and sponsors and dignitaries, but doesn't mention
the music once. The second half performance, where Jessye Norman sings up a
veritable storm of Wagner, is to be noted mostly for a) the rich gent
snoring copiously behind us, b) the violinist with the ZZTop-style beard,
c) a very mediocre, safe interpretation of the blustery German wunderkind's
Gotterdammerung by Maestro Schwarz.
Afterwards, we watch open-mouthed as the hi-falutin' folks fox-trot and
waltz in a hastily-erected tent on Second Avenue like they're extras in a
particularly fine F Scott Fitzgerald novel. The High Society feeling is
overwhelming. Romance is in the air. I step on Kathleen's feet while an
extraordinarily bushy-eyebrowed gentleman gives her the eye.
Back at out table, adorned by the fanciest chocolate sweetmeats we've
yet seen, a dashing young Turk sniggers, wondering what The Stranger would
make of all this-if only they'd merited an invite.
"Excuse me," states Ms Wilson loudly. . .
Bad move. . .
No early night for Pluto.
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