This morning I find myself wishing that I have the skills to do justice to experiencing Mahler's Third Symphony at Benaroya Hall last night. I do however have an artist's heart; here is what my heart tells me to write:

A full orchestra - so many instruments. Two large golden harps -- how many French horns? How many strings...?!? The first movement - full, moody, then playful, now serene. Subsequent movements: Marching, marching - building up, multi layered. So many instruments. Loud thunderous sound and serene again. In comes "Man" in the form of an imposing mezzo-soprano. Powerful voice - hitting highs that made my nose tingle, eyes well up. Boy's choir; voices of angels as man transcends the cacophony that came before. An ending so powerful (I'm sorry but) it made me chuckle - it was too familiar (dare I say trite) in contrast to the some of the surprises throughout the performance (like the bundle of sticks beat against a bass drum.)

According to my learned friend, the French horns biffed it a little at the start -- but this was completely lost on me. At that point I was caught up in some weeping tones that sounded like what PMS feels like. Lol. Ignorance surely can be bliss. :)