by Christopher Coleman
I live in Orlando, Florida - land of rides, resorts, and restaurants. At any given moment there seem to be more people visiting the city than actual residents. But for all of the attractions, I wouldn't say there is a lot of "high culture" going on in the City Beautiful.
So when an opportunity to catch an artist like Andrea Bocelli comes your way, you take it...if you can afford it. Now, if it also happens to be your mother's 75th birthday AND she just happens to be visiting from 3000 miles away on that very day...AND she happens to love Bocelli, you find a way to afford it.
While I looked forward to the first live concert that I've attended in years, I was unprepared for a huge lesson I would learn in the process of being washed over by Bocelli, Guitierrez, and Headley's voices...not to mention the thunderous choir and orchestra.
As I sat next to a woman, who started off as refined as could be, but ended up standing, fist-pumping and "Woohooing" with the best of them (No. Not my mother. She was on the other side of me, but she let out a few diminutive "Woos!" of her own), I began to remember that there is something about a masterful, live performance that simply cannot be duplicated any other way.
http://tracksounds.blogspot.com/2012/02/privilege-of-listening-what-andrea.html