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Sharing Art Through the Storm by Kenneth Salzmann


One of the greatest concerts I ever attended never took place at all. Not quite, anyway. Instead, a violent thunderstorm, which


came pretty much out of nowhere one summer night, left the Saratoga Performing Arts Center without electrical power. The unexpected storm hit just minutes before the Philadelphia Orchestra was set to take the stage along with a guest soloist, the violinist Sarah Chang. Forty-five minutes later, the audience was


still waiting, hoping power would be restored and the concert would get under way. That’s when Chang stepped onto the stage, alone except for her violin and a couple of stagehands equipped with flashlights to illuminate her and her music. The orchestra remained backstage. But


Chang began playing Fritz Kreisler’s “Recitativo and Scherzo-Caprice.” Maybe the rain was still pounding on the roof and flooding the lawn. Maybe the thunder hadn’t been muted yet by distance. Chances are, though, no one listening that night could tell you there was anything at all in the air except the music. The performance was brief, but it


was delivered with both virtuosic skill and exceptional grace—a sort of “thank you” card for the audience.


18 The ovation was huge. Then, several


thousand music lovers made their way through pooling rainwater and back to their cars. Maybe the story ends right there. But for


me, it has a resonance that reaches beyond the moment. The then-twenty-year-old musician’s respect for the people who had come to hear her music also says something about the essential relationship between artist and audience. Creating art (even if that means


performing before a large audience) is in many ways a solitary and intensely personal pursuit. But the moment a creative work touches someone else, it also becomes a shared experience, a sort of collaboration and even, in some sense, a transfer of ownership. Maybe Sarah Chang understood that


when she offered her music as a gift that night, unamplified and in the near-darkness of a summer evening storm.


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