Southern hospitality

Our mini-tour of the South started in San Antonio, where we played at the Temple Beth-El and stayed at the iconic El Tropicano on the Riverwalk. The weather was balmy, and our instruments went into shock from the moisture. My bow went completely slack in the case, and I had to take every opportunity to tighten it during rests. Not that we were complaining about the warmth – we did come from Chicago after all.

The San Antonio Chamber Music Society has been continuously running for 76 years, completely organized by volunteers. They divide and conquer with committees, so during the course of our performance at Temple Beth-El and outreach concert at the Morningside Retirement Community, we interacted with quite a few board members. They also have a tradition of taking the artists out to dinner after the Sunday matinee and to lunch after the outreach performance. We were able to get to know several of the dedicated board members over a delicious meal at the beautiful La Fogata (apparently the best Mexican food in San Antonio).

From there it was onto Memphis, where we taught masterclasses at the University and performed the same evening. After the concert, faculty member Elise Blatchford, a fellow Obie, introduced us to Crosstown Arts, an incredibly hip venue and community hub housed in a former Sears processing plant. The cat-themed retro bar tucked in the back of one of the floors had a special menu for artists that performed that night, offering discounts for all the house cocktails. We were able to peek into one of the smaller venues, still set up for a performance that happened earlier that night. Although we were loathe to leave after only…let’s call it one round of sazeracs, we did have to drive to Florence, Alabama first thing in the morning. So we bid goodbye to the iconic red spiral staircase, took a selfie in front of the giant mural and dragged ourselves back to the hotel for some much needed sleep.

We arrived in Florence in time for an early afternoon open rehearsal, attended by music students who were quite helpful in giving us balance feedback. After setting up and soundchecking, we went back to the hotel for a quick rest before that evening’s concert. While the students in Memphis were hooting and hollering with laughter during some of our cheekier numbers, the Florence folks were dead silent and serious about listening. They didn’t seem to like it any less, though, and were not shy about coming up to the stage afterwards to ask for autographs and chat us up.

Getting home was the least pleasant part of this journey so far, as our flights back to Chicago were cancelled due to weather, leaving us scrambling to rebook from other airports. As I write this on the plane, we are 9 hours delayed from our original flights, including having driven an hour and a half to get to another airport. Our illustrious lab fellows are supposed to arrive in Chicago today for the big Lab reunion this weekend, and most of them will beat us there. So we’ll have to hit the ground running…

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