While Mrs. S has had multiple opportunities to see the
cellist Yo Yo Ma perform, until recently, I had not. But for our season ending
concert at the Nashville Symphony, we were second row front and center for Yo
Yo Ma, Edgar Meyer (second time to see him in two months), and Chris Thile,
that is, three quarters of the Goat Rodeo, perform some Bach pieces. This was
interesting and unusual for a couple of reasons.
Yo Yo Ma always looks like he is having a good time. Probably, because he is. |
One was that performing in Nashville, they could have
easily found a “fiddler” to fill out the quartet and perform the goat rodeo
pieces. Another is, the pieces they performed were mostly not necessarily
composed for trios. In fact, most of them that were announced were organ pieces
that had been adapted for a trio. This of course glosses over the fact how you
make a fugue work for a trio consisting of a cello, double bass, and mandolin.
Second of all, I think Edgar Meyer is the only local, so even getting three
fourths of the band there was no small feat. But it gets better.
This is about as casual as Edgar Meyer gets. |
During the encore, they were actually joined by Stuart
Duncan, who was either in the audience or was there to perform the encore. In
the end, I felt a little cheated that we could have been listening to classical
bluegrass and instead had to listen to Bach trios. Then again, I had a certain
familiarity with the Bach pieces, so I appreciated them enough as it was.
The Goat Rodeo Team |
But the real highlight might have been something else.
At intermission, we followed our customary “beer first,
bathroom later” plan. As often happens, for some reason, the men’s seems to
take a little longer, so even though Mrs. S was waiting for me when the five
minute bell rang, I didn’t know she was already out. As I’m standing there
waiting, Bela Fleck walked right by me and into the men’s room. So I’m waiting
for Mrs. S and she finally shouts at me from upstairs, and I say, “It’s Bela
Fleck!” and she goes, “That’s what I thought!” Just then Bela comes out, so we
started to chat. We were dressed like brothers, and he seemed impressed that I
even knew who he was. When I rattled off some concerts of his I’d been to while
Mrs. S took pictures, he was kind of like, “Shouldn’t we be getting back to our
seats?” and I was like, let’s walk and talk, and we did. Very personable
friendly guy.
Brothers from other mothers: Bela Fleck in black T with jacket, me in black tee with jacket. |
When we were leaving at the end of the concert, we walked
right by him and the people he was there with, as he was waiting by the stage
door to (I think) go backstage and hang with his musician friends. He greeted
us again, and my brain fleetingly thought about pulling out one of my “Late to
Jazz” business cards (which I always have with me for just such these purposes)
and asking if he could get me backstage. But, I felt I’d imposed enough on the
guy, so I merely bid him good night and we left.
I told the story to quite a few people, but unfortunately,
Mr. Fleck is not as well known in my circle of acquaintances to make a decent
impression, so I just have to share the story, and pictures, here with my
late-to-jazzers.
I don't know, but they seem to be having a good time. I want to be a professional musician |