Staying at the Hilton and traveling by limo have nothing to do with it!
One concert runout from New York to Pennsylvania stands out in my mind. We had a wonderful time due to our ability to go with the flow, sense of humor, and love of the business.
My piano trio was invited to perform by friends who live in Harleysville. The cellist drove, assuring the violinist and me that there was an atlas in the back on the floor, so don’t worry.
We started out fine. Things remained that way all the way to New Jersey. Shortly after that, there was a question about the best route to take. The violinist consulted the atlas, and New Jersey was…missing! Torn out!
The adventure had begun.
Fortunately, we had good directions from my friends.
When we arrived at the concert site, I changed in a bathroom that was bigger than my New York apartment.
Our concert went very well. We played trios by Haydn, Mozart, Arensky and Smetana, all gorgeous. The audience was quite enthusiastic, and everyone came backstage. (How often does that happen?) After the program, we felt as if we were in the receiving line at a reception.
Back in the car, we drove for a while, then came to a huge sign that said, “Philadelphia,” with a circular arrow. Hmmm… big help. Did we want to head toward Philly or away from it? No idea. A little more information would have been nice.
We guessed wrong.
Eventually we came to a toll booth, our first chance to turn around. The attendant was amused, but kind.
When we headed back to where we started, there was bumper-to-bumper traffic. A game must have just ended. People in those other cars looked bored. But we had a tape of our concert! We had never felt so grateful.
After an hour or so, we again saw the sign. This time we knew what to do.
It was getting late. Somewhere in New Jersey, we all felt hungry. Couldn’t make it home without stopping. No food in the car.
We found a truck stop with a Roy Rogers.
Now it’s 2:30 a.m. Picture this: there we are, still in concert dress, standing in the middle of the parking lot, consuming burgers, fries and sodas off the top of the car. We’re all punchy (had been for some time!), joking around about the “glamorous lifestyle” people think musicians have.
About 1/2 hour later, we were back in Manhattan. We went to my apartment first. I got to bed at about 4:00 a.m.
Was it worth it?
Would I do it again?
What do you think?