Every year I buy tickets for some of the artistic events offered by the University of WA. Usually I focus on dance programs (if you have never seen Pilobolus, I highly recommend you look them up on YouTube, or better yet, see them perform if they come anywhere near to where you live), but for some reason, this season I got tickets to a musical ensemble, Silk Road. We attended their concert a couple of nights ago, and I'm still sort of vibrating with the memory.
This group was started by Yoyo Ma decades ago, and is still going strong. It currently consists of 6 women from different parts of the world (Lebanon, Japan, Scotland, NY, Native American from the Carolinas, Armenia), all of them singers/composers/musicians. It was a different sort of musical experience for me and Sweet Hubby. Each number was quite distinct, reflecting the background of whichever woman composed it. Each number used a different combination of instruments and voices. These women are terrifically talented and deserved their hearty standing ovation.
This isn't the kind of music I would put on to dance to or to be background as I work in the kitchen or drive. I certainly didn't come away from the concert humming any of the complex tunes. But in the moments of hearing those voices and instruments, I was transported and transfixed. Which is exactly the response art is meant to inspire, isn't it?
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