Yesterday evening K and I finally went to the yearly Shindig on the Green — which this year would have been more aptly named “Shindig in the Outfield,” as the “Green” it is usually held on is being renovated.
So during the next two years, it will be at a baseball field.
We just have bad luck with the SotG, though. Yesterday it rained most of the day, and so the “official” SotG was called off. Those who showed up, though, simply listened to the musicians who either didn’t get word or had come too far simply not to show up.
Such was the case with this band, which had come all the way from Atlanta to play. And play they did, probably about ten times as much material as they were expecting. (Usually, each group gets a two-song set.)
Initially there were two “audiences,” but as the sky darkened, we all gathered into one group, with about twenty musicians playing.
And some kids out on the baseball field being kids.
More pictures at Flickr and video at YouTube. (And then there’s last year’s donkey song…)















Undoubtedly my favorite contemporary composer, Górecki often vies for “best composer of all time” in my opinion – it all depends on when you ask. It was his music, particularly his Third Symphony (subtitled”Symphony of Sorrowful Songs” –
It’s enough, I suppose, that I got to experience his Third Symphony, under his own baton (well, no – he didn’t actually conduct with a baton), in a location that was intimately connected with the text of the second movement.
After the concert, the orchestra performed “Sto Lat” (“100 Years”), the traditional Polish well-wishing song. Mid-way through, Górecki jumped onto the podium again and directed everyone, audience and orchestra alike.
After some well-wishing and chatting, the orchestra came back out and they did a playback recording session, as this is intended to be a DVD released sometime later. It was a strange thing – they were basically making a music video, playing along with their earlier performance. They played for a bit – most of the first movement – then suddenly the director stopped everything just as the music reached it’s most emotional point. Strange how art can so easily succumb to commercial needs.



