By Dionna Ford
“You’re a frigging idiot.”
That’s what the guy behind us said. He spoke so loudly that two rows of concert-goers heard it. He didn’t even wait until the intermission to announce he considered us boorish.
I’m still not sure what upset him so much. My seven-year-old daughter had begged to attend what she called a “real performance” after enjoying a number of the Cleveland Orchestra’s Musical Rainbows concerts for young children. Nearly every day since she’d been three years old she put on recordings such as Beethoven Lives Upstairs, Prokofiev – Peter and the Wolf / Narrated by Patrick Stewart, Opera de Lyon, Nagano , Song of the Unicorn, and Mr. Bach Comes to Call. Sometimes she played, sometimes she danced but mostly she drew pictures as she listened to compelling music woven... More...
