Yanni is a very happy person.
That's what we learned tonight.
Also, there is such a thing as a flugelhorn.
And dueling violins? They're totally awesome.
Nat won us tickets to "An evening with Yanni" and despite our best efforts to ridicule the entire experience, we had a wonderful evening indeed.
Highlights:
Playing "Yanni/not Yanni" as we watched a vast array of people stream into Playhouse Square. It is fairly easy to identify the Yanni demographic, but there were a few suprises as we headed into the Palace: the pregnant mom toting a two year old heading into the front row, the young asian couple, the hipsters who seemed to have been misplaced from the Trailer Park Boys show one theater down.
Watching all those old white people groove to the rhythmic, sweeping beats; slight bobs of the head, a sway here or there, the slight rustle of all that conservative clothing.
The splendid colatura soprano vocalizing her way through "the Nightingale"
The free street parking we found, just one block away from the teeming $10 lots of the theater district. Totally worth the walk across the deserted bus station parking lot, especially as it allowed us to buy ourselves a drink, guilt free.
A facebook friend noted that she had found watching a Yanni show to be a "strange and wonderful" experience. Beer in hand, sitting in the opulence of an historic downtown theater, watching a joyful long-haired man in white yoga pants bounce and turn between two stacks of keyboards, surrounded by sublime musicians and an ever-changing light show, I was inclined to agree.
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