There is something incredibly intoxicating about going to the symphony. I used to try to explain it to friends, but I never could quite get the point across. How do you explain the way the strings and winds somehow come together to create a sound that seems to pierce right through you? How do you explain the way the low bellows of the horns just spread out over the entire theatre, reverberating in your chest and arms and soles of your feet?
And then I realized: it’s not something you can rightly put into words. It’s an experience, one that must engage all the senses. It’s not just about sound.
I’ll never tire of seeing the PSO at Heinz Hall. And as much as I’d love to expound more on the reasons why, I have to log off and get ready…because tonight, I’m going to Heinz Hall to see the PSO.