By Ali Mignone
“In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.”
Apologies to Benjamin Franklin, but I have to add “and Steamboat summer will be too short, regardless of how wonderfully it seems to stretch out before you at the beginning of June.”
So here I am, in the last week of Strings’ summer concert season, wondering what happened to summer? How did it go by so fast? How many more hikes and bike rides and walks in the Botanic Park and happy hours on the patio can I get in before the snow flies?
To help me understand where my summer went, I tried to wrap up the Strings’ season with a few backstage-oriented numbers, starting with 45 concerts and events in 56 days:
- 480 musician chair moves
- 155 artists through the pavilion
- 83 hours of onstage rehearsal
- 42 Steinway 9’ concert grand piano moves
- 24 bags of potato chips
- 12 cases of bottled water
- 9 Stage Manager’s columns in The Steamboat Pilot & Today
- 8 cases of soda
- 4 pounds of coffee
- 3 rolls of black gaff tape
- 2 canisters of oxygen
- 1 classical concert interrupted by an audience member’s Facetime pocket-dial
Impossible to calculate: miles of mic cables run, interesting conversations about music, number of times an artist said, “Your audience is awesome!”
Remaining confidential: cases of beer/wine consumed…
When I really think about it, I know exactly where my time went. It went to music. Rock-n-roll, bluegrass, orchestra, chamber music, and everything in between. And that’s a pretty good way to spend some of my precious, precious Steamboat summer.
But there’s still some summer left, so watch out for me on Emerald; now that Strings’ season is over, I’ll be cramming in some mountain biking until the trails close for winter!