Friday, the fourth of April, there was quite a special event at Powell Symphony Hall. David Robertson conducted four astounding works of Elliot Carter in honor of Carter encroaching upon his hundredth year. (Yes, in December 2008, Elliot Carter will be one-hundred years old, and he still composes. Insane? Well, Carter isn't, but the concept... probably.) Four pieces were performed: Holiday Overture, Of Rewaking, Four Pieces for Timpani and Oboe Concerto; Of Rewaking and the pieces for the timpani were jaw-droppingly brilliant.
Ok, enough of waxing Carter's car.
Not quite as astounding as the great Elliot Carter, and far more awkward, was the rockin' meal I had (pre-symphonic glory).
The cafeteria line never tasted so good. I was dished up some sweet vittles: steak, shrimp, bake potato and texas toast; all for a damn fine eleven bucks. Where's the awkward, you ask. Well, the big white elephant of discomfort sits heavy in the decor of the room. All things told it seems like a dressed up, Sunday dinner type of place, and yet, there sits some jackass in sweat pants and walking in is some punk kid: me.
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