They're the sort of people who joke through orchestra rehearsal. They're the people who think nothing of wearing a white suit in an Al-Capone cut with black piping and two-toned shoes to play a new trombone concerto, as Charles Vernon did last night with the Chicago Symphony. They're the sort of people who don't think twice about playing the theme from Peter Gunn as an encore, as Vernon and Christian Lindberg also did last night. (I half expected them to throw spitballs at the oboes as they took their bows to complete the insouciance.) And now, we can all behold that they are the people who will produce a Western, complete with product placement, in which the six-shooters are replaced by brass instruments. Roll the tape, here. (Thanks to Adaptistration's Drew McManus for forwarding.)
I say all this because, once upon a time, I too was one of them. And it gave me some of the most transcendant, most overwhelming experiences of my life.