Last Friday night was a treat. The folks in Thomaston, CT had their open mike at the Thomaston Opera House. Normally, they hold it in one of the smaller rooms, but Friday night was in the Opera Hall itself. Magnificent. I asked if there were ghosts, and someone chirped up that there was one. Ooh…
Anyway, I was playing my mandolin – of course, into the sound system, when I wanted to hear the room itself, so I got up from the mike and walked to the front of the stage and continued to play. You know, that small instrument filled the hall, or the hall shrunk down to the mandolin’s size. It was a powerful experience to play in that space. Wonderful!