Earlier this week, I had the great honor of seeing Itzhak Perlman perform at the Mondavi Center for the Performing Arts in Davis. What a pleasure! (A big thank you to Nancy for asking me to go.)
I have been a fan of his for many years. Mere months ago, it was thrilling to see him on TV perform with another favorite, Yo Yo Ma, at Obama’s inauguration in Washington DC. If I could have cornered him in person, the one question I would have asked was “Dude! Was it really as cold as it looked up on that precipice when you performed at the inauguration?” It looked freezing and I marveled at their ability to play despite frozen fingers. It’s a good thing I didn’t get to corner him for who knows what other inane questions I would have peppered him with. Yet these are the things that run through my mind. Hey, I’m just being me.
Now here we are, two months later, and he’s performing in our own backyard. Ooooh. To say I was excited is an understatement. I was giddy.
I was so excited that I risked snapping some photos before the usher came rushing at me, waving her index finger in the universal symbol for “NO! STOP THAT PICTURE TAKING!”
Hey lady, I wasn’t using flash.
I know what she meant. I’m in the business, I get it.
But I was so excited! I don’t have adequate words to explain the experience but here are the ones that keep coming to mind.
Exquisite. Beautiful. Exhilarating. Awesome. Resplendant.
Perlman was accompanied by an incredible pianist, Rohan de Silva. If you have an opportunity to see either perform, RUN, don’t walk to get tickets. You won’t regret it.
P.S. It was interesting to note that despite this terrible recession, the house was packed.