Erica Worth, editor of Pianist magazine, had her gig ruined last night by creepy silent texters. Isn’t it time for concert halls to segregate the active fingers from the contemplative? Hands up the first hall with a dedicated text zone.
I am angry! Last night I went to a chamber music concert that featured a pianist friend of mine as soloist (Tanya Bannister, you were wonderful….). Tanya lives in New York and I rarely get to hear her. The concert was in a lovely intimate setting – the Forge in Camden. First time I’ve been, and there’s a very beautiful-sounding Steinway grand (not D though) for anyone looking for a small venue to play in.
All in all, I was very happy to be there. Lights turned down low, very cosy. Chopin and Schubert on the menu. I was really looking forward to hearing Chopin Piano Concerto No 2 in the rarely performed arrangement for chamber ensemble.
The couple next to me were on their iPhones, texting silently throughout the entire performance. The woman even showing the man her texts from time to time, giggling. The odd glare from me didn’t help. Is this ignorance? Is this disrespect? Why can’t people turn off their damn devices for just half an hour? It made me mad.
The string players and Tanya merged as one. They’d obviously performed together a lot. Tanya’s interpretation of the Chopin was fresh and not over-sentimental, almost feisty – a lot of vigour. Very clear playing and I loved her filigree passagework. Great to see her past teacher/mentor Christopher Elton at the concert. But can’t get those texters out of my head.