Jason and I went to the Chanticleer
holiday concert at George Mason last night. We were for some reason a bit tired, and the quieter music of the first half while lovely did nothing to energize us -- madrigal settings, plainsong, gorgeous as per Chanticleer, but we were both fighting off the tired. Second half started with an absolutely gorgeous setting of the Ave Maria by Biebl (a passable recording can be found here
) that we did a few years ago in Timbre. It was the one piece they did already knew and loved and was really looking forward to.
Now, going into the concert there was no usher at our row which was actually nice. We were seated at the end of the row and were able to use the extra chair for our coats. I'm not sure if he got lost on the way in or what, but he had arrived to re-seat us for the second half. The hall lights go down, stage lights up, Chanticleer comes back on stage and a shiver runs down my spine as they begin the song. Absolutely gorgeous.
And then, maybe halfway through the piece, our usher decides this would be the PERFECT time to get a cough drop. You know the scenario -- old guy in the movie theater pulls out a piece of hard candy and tries to unwrap it as quietly as possible, while in reality he's only DRAWING OUT the irritation. I give him a long disapproving look, then Jason, then I hold up my program to try and barricade the sound a bit, then Jason does the look again, as well as a guy in front of and/or behind us. The usher finally just ripped it open and popped it in, the sound subsiding and the familiar smell of menthol drifting a seat or two over. I tried to enjoy the last 30 seconds or so of the song, but it took a good bit of effort to suppress the urge to strangulate him which hampered things a bit.
Honest to god, we about had to scold THE USHER for inappropriate behavior during a concert.