The synopsis had promised that the Auckland Philharmonic Orchestra's performance would evoke emotion.

It certainly did that.

  The first twenty minutes had me enthralled. The synchonicity of the orchestra, the drmamtic highs and lows, the grand actions of the conductor.

  And then I started to drift. My thoughts went EVERYWHERE.  My body started to feel very uncomfortable and itchy and i started to shift and fidget.

  But only ten minutes later was the break. I said to my cultured plus-one "Well at least we know second halves are always shorter. This could be ok."

   
Famous Last Words
 

  The Philharmonic Orchestra then moved onto their Operatic Section. A woman came out with a thick book to sing from.

  A VERY thick book. Watching those pages achingly slowly turn over the next hour and a half was painful.

  Again these thoughts started to drift. At the risk of sounding crazy, I managed to list in my head evey single activity and meal I had over the last month. Seriously.

  Then I started to estimate how far it was to the fire alarm.  My breathing got tense and my mood very restless.

  But then end was in sight. Just one more page, one last chest burying song call.

  I have never clapped so hard for someone.

  Now don't get me wrong. Song of Nature was great, even I could tell that. But Philharmonic just simply was not for me.

  In my state of dreaming I made fun for myself by imagining that this music was the soundtrack for my life.

  Unfortunately for me, i need more than just music to stimulate my life. I guess it's just not in my nature.