As a finale to our week long adventure in the Berkshires, Jon and I decided to be culturally sophisticated and go to Tanglewood. We were easily the youngest couple there by a good thirty years. I tried really hard to be a worldly woman as I listened to the classical music, but all I could think about was Italian mobster movies. I blame it on the weather.
Just as the first note was echoing through the beautiful concert hall, a brewing thunderstorm erupted. There was this fascinating combination of delicate string sweetness and harsh bellowing booms. I was immediately transported in my mind to the movies. I imaged the perfect scene for that very moment. It would be in an Ocean's Eleven sort of high level modern crime in which two Mini Coopers are driving down an ancient stone staircases within in a pedestrian village somewhere in Italy. Automatic weapons would be sticking out of the car windows and few dramatic slow motion shots might even fire as the purity of the violins mixes with the evil bursts of thunderous doom.
In my mind, it was one incredibly suspenseful and artistic scene. I am sure the directors would have used all sorts of black and white imagery to add to the good and evil battle. I have no doubt the characters would have been developed perfectly so that the complexities made the audience unsure of who to root for in the final chase.
When the concert was over, I was so excited to share my mental movie with Jon that I forgot all about trying to be a grown-up. Although I am not the most proper or refined, I still think there's something magical about attending Tanglewood in a summer thunderstorm.
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