Yesterday morning, Kay & I led worship at the Fremont Vineyard — just the two of us, no band. Being in a different church is kind of a strange experience, but we had fun, and left with an open invitation to return “whenever you want to,” which I take to mean we did all right.
Then in the afternoon, I went with a homie to a classical music concert. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a classical performance… quite a departure from Tool and Radiohead! The featured performer was Jon Nakamatsu, an amazing pianist who, without a music degree (he’s a friggin’ German teacher!), came out of nowhere to win the gold medal in the 1997 Van Cliburn competition. He played Beethoven with an orchestra and a choir, and, well, Beethoven is impressive but doesn’t touch me.
But then he came back for a couple of encores which he played by himself (Chopin and Schubert), and ohmygosh. As he played, I noticed that I was taking shallow breaths and holding back tears. I looked around and saw others in the audience and the orchestra wiping their eyes. One of the violinists was completely undone; she wiped tears from her red eyes with one hand, her other hand on her panting chest …like he was making love to her! Amazing.