Crow's-Feet Chronicles: Crow's-Feet Chronicles: Anniversary hits a high note
By Cindy Baker Burnett
Oct 15, 2018
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It’s not how you celebrate but who you’re with, right? Each October Lanny and I celebrate our wedding anniversary in a “suits us” fashion. I’ll not soon forget the year our special day was honored by going to the pharmacy and getting the shingles vaccine. Tender, isn’t it? I wasn’t sure what Lanny had up his sleeve for our 6th anniversary, but I decided that if he gave me a burial policy, he’d need one sooner than I would.

Lanny knows how much I love the symphony, and, by golly, he planned ahead and bought tickets. We’ve enjoyed several good symphonies---in London, Budapest, Prague…as well as Bass Hall in Fort Worth. Oh, and the military tattoo at Edinburgh Castle.

Our aging eyelids get heavy if we eat before going to a movie, so we strategically plan our evenings out. With the symphony starting at 7:30p, though, we knew we had to eat first. And in true Lanny Joe fashion, he made sure our restaurant table was located near the restrooms. The only thing closer to our table than the “necessary room” was the door to the kitchen.

The swinging door revealed more than I wanted to see---a dishwashing pit with a hose dangling above a sink. To the left was a steam-sanitizer that heated dishes to, maybe, 300 degrees in 30 seconds. To the right was a 20-foot steel table that wave after wave of busboys loaded with dirty dishes. I wonder if they really scrubbed the blackened fajita skillet.

When the concert hall usher showed us our seats, I was stunned. Center section, second row from the stage. Wow! I could hardly believe how close we were to the orchestra. Then I recalled our table in the restaurant. Uh-huh. We wouldn’t miss a thing.

We had no trouble hearing. Like I said, “WE HAD NO TROUBLE HEARING!” Trumpets were so close we could see the spit valves, and our heads continuously cocked to the right, back and forth, in a rhythmic beat to avoid being bludgeoned by the trombone slides. I’m not sure if it was the crashing cymbals or the throbbing toot of the tuba, but I believe my water broke twice. Okay, three times.

The violin concerto made me think of a story. A violinist was auditioning for the Halle orchestra in England. After his audition he was talking with the conductor. "What do you think about Brahms?" asked the conductor.

"Ah..." the violinist replied, "Brahms is a great guy! Real talented musician. In fact, he and I were just playing some duets together last week!"

The conductor was impressed. "And what do you think of Mozart?" he asked him.

"Oh, he's just swell! I just had dinner with him last week!" replied the violinist. Then the violinist looked at his watch and said he had to leave to catch the 1:30 train to London.

Afterwards, the conductor was discussing him with the board members. He said he felt very uneasy about hiring this violinist, because there seemed to be a serious credibility gap. The conductor knew for certain that there was no 1:30 train to London.

Some stories are true perhaps. As I understand it, “Beethoven’s 5th” was written and composed after Beethoven was intrigued with the sound of the knocking on a door. Alas, he was inspired by knockers. Violins add sensuousness to Bach’s compositions. Namely…

 “Air from G Strings.”