These two Sunday evening concert performances that I'll show you were so different from each other in some ways--note how the audiences did not behave in a similar manner, though both groups were quite appreciative (based on applause). The instrumentalists had similar instruments, however, and all played enthusiastically.
First, I've got: Black Violins.
These musicians were playing at the wide-open park where the Yard Man and I typically spend our Sunday summer evenings. There was a steady rain falling when the concert was scheduled to begin, and we surmised it had shrunk the crowd. Even so, there was a sea of umbrellas.
And then, voila, as the violin notes began to rain on us, the raindrops ceased their reign!
I gushed to The Yard Man all the way home.
"Wow, that genre-crossing thing is so creative!"
Next, I've got: TENET and the Sebastians
This concert was under a roof, required a pricey ticket, and involved far more staid performers, not to mention prim and proper audience members. Nevertheless, I was gushing all the way home from this concert, as well! My favorite--Baroque! Authentic instruments! So glad our good friends nudged us! (Well, Reader Dear, they told us about the concert; then they said, "We live so close to Mt. Gretna*, just come to our house and we'll go together.")
*It's a half-hour trip for the Yard Man and myself to this small, artsy venue in the woods.**
***Look it up, Curious One.
Okay. Listener Dear, I've got one more musical rendition that has demanded a showing.
It's a totally different genre. A totally different style of performance. A totally different kind of performer. This performance, recently recorded, is in such a class by itself that I've decided it will have to wait for a blog-post spot of its own.
(i.e. The End)