{"id":55,"date":"2008-08-11T13:23:29","date_gmt":"2008-08-11T13:23:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/lifesapitch\/wp\/?p=55"},"modified":"2008-08-11T13:23:29","modified_gmt":"2008-08-11T13:23:29","slug":"dressed_to_kill_the_art_form","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/lifesapitch\/2008\/08\/dressed_to_kill_the_art_form\/","title":{"rendered":"Dressed to kill the art form"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My friend Meg joined me at the exceedingly lovely Mostly Mozart<br \/>\nFestival&#8217;s presentation of Ravel, Faure and the-man-of-the-two-hours on<br \/>\nSaturday night. Previously, Meg was my date to <i>Satyagraha <\/i>at The Met, lured<br \/>\nthere by the promise of puppets. Whenever I go to a classical<br \/>\npresentation with a first-timer, I become eminently more aware of the<br \/>\ncomedy of errors that is the audience. What a crew. Here are some of<br \/>\nthe highlights:<\/p>\n<p>Saturday night, 7:45 pm. We found our seats in the orchestra and<br \/>\nsat down without incident, which is more than I can say for the gaggle<br \/>\nof men in front of us. <i>AA or A? Are we in AA or A? What&#8217;s the difference? MM?&nbsp; Does your ticket say MM?&nbsp; <\/i>Then,<br \/>\nas it turned out, an elderly couple in their row was in the completely<br \/>\nwrong seats, and a middle-aged set of ladies had tickets in the correct<br \/>\nseats but for Friday night, not Saturday night. Cut to two rows in<br \/>\nfront of us, where not one but three ushers kept trying to seat people<br \/>\n(presumably without tickets?) next to this poor woman, who repeatedly<br \/>\nsaid, &#8220;This is my husband&#8217;s seat!&#8221; I couldn&#8217;t hear properly, but I<br \/>\nthink one usher actually declared, &#8220;If he doesn&#8217;t come soon, he&#8217;s going<br \/>\nto lose his seat!&#8221; Oh really? Is that how it works at Avery Fisher? I<br \/>\ndidn&#8217;t think it was.<\/p>\n<p>Concert starts, and I lean over to Meg and<br \/>\nsay, &#8220;There&#8217;s no clapping &#8216;allowed&#8217; between movements, but there might<br \/>\nas well be because everyone coughs disgustingly.&#8221; Sure enough,<br \/>\ncoughing, sniffling, shuffling, page-ripping &#8211; a veritable Stockhausen<br \/>\ntribute &#8211; between every damn movement. Is everyone just saving up the<br \/>\ngerms for the silence? Are you just coughing because the guy next to<br \/>\nyou coughed? Are we extras in <i>28 Days Later<\/i>? <\/p>\n<p>Transition<br \/>\nto the piano concerto. Five to seven minutes of stage reorganization,<br \/>\nand then, at the precise moment the pianist sits at the instrument, a<br \/>\nhatted woman in stage-seating starts making her way down the staircase!<br \/>\nRight-left, right-left, right-left&#8230;we&#8217;re all waiting&#8230;right-left.<br \/>\nThe usher helps her off the stage. And then, one minute later, just as<br \/>\nthe piece starts, down comes another one! Clunk, clunk, clunk, goes the<br \/>\nLaura Ashley-clad broad. Usher helps her off the stage, too.<\/p>\n<p>Intermission.<br \/>\nAs if the whole first-half ordeal with the seating mishaps and The<br \/>\nLadies Who Lunch making their exits during the piece weren&#8217;t enough to<br \/>\nput you off classical music forever, the outfits on display at<br \/>\nintermission would do the trick. Everyone is so dressed-up! When did<br \/>\nthat happen. Is it because going to a classical concert is a<br \/>\n&#8220;night-out&#8221; and people want to dress-up for it? Is it because tickets<br \/>\nare so expensive that folks assume they have to bust out their finest?<br \/>\nWhen people ask me, I always encourage them to wear what they would<br \/>\nwear to work, whatever that may be (granted, Amanda Beard has never<br \/>\nasked me).&nbsp; I wonder if this can be fashion-policed by venue ads and<br \/>\nposters: include photographs of audiences of all ages wearing nice,<br \/>\nnormal clothes. How many people are avoiding classical music because<br \/>\nthey assume there&#8217;s a dress code? <\/p>\n<p>The second half of the<br \/>\nconcert involved more unabashed and exceedingly distracting rudeness. A<br \/>\nwoman behind us started opening up a candy. Slowly. Crinkle. Crinkle.<br \/>\nCrinkle. Normally, I would chalk that up to someone just being<br \/>\noblivious, but she was laughing while she was doing it! Laughing! If<br \/>\nshe had been a 22-year-old in jeans, she would have gotten yelled at,<br \/>\nbut because she&#8217;s old and sitting in the orchestra, it&#8217;s OK? The<br \/>\nconcert ended, and half the people leaped to their feet, not to applaud,<br \/>\nbut to leave as fast as they could. This was a good concert. Stay<br \/>\nanother three minutes and applaud.<\/p>\n<p>I had gone to the Batman IMAX earlier that day. The audience was better behaved. I went to a<br \/>\nRadiohead concert the night before. That audience was better behaved.<br \/>\nThe assumption that new, young audiences &#8220;wouldn&#8217;t know how to act&#8221; at<br \/>\nLincoln Center is absolutely correct; they wouldn&#8217;t know how to behave<br \/>\nthat inappropriately.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My friend Meg joined me at the exceedingly lovely Mostly Mozart Festival&#8217;s presentation of Ravel, Faure and the-man-of-the-two-hours on Saturday night. 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