Mozart at Teatime
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, by Katja
Thursday, 07 September 2017
/ Edinburgh, Scotland
Photos by: Katja Kristalli

After Daniel’s invitation to that marvelous concert by the Nederlands Jeugd Strijkorkest at Concertgebouw, which I attended with Popi, my music-events horizon has been significantly broadened.

I astonishingly discovered a brand new musical field I had barely approached so far (if going to the ballet for a while as a child counts). Unlike the electronic scene that I am mainly attached to, classical music offers a dramatically different experience that takes place on your very seat, alarming almost all of one’s senses, setting up a non-moving but highly dynamic interaction between the artists and the audience.

It’s this what I was trying to explain to Theano one morning and it seemed easier to show her, rather than keeping talking. With Fringe Festival going on, it wasn’t hard to find a concert and, to accompany it with some British culture, we opted for Mozart at Teatime, at ROSL ARTS Venue. 

ROSL ARTS is a cultural organization, promoting artists and musicians through the ROSL Annual Music Competition and various scholarships. It is partly supported by the Royal Over-Seas League clubhouse, whose members were agreeably puzzled to see Theano and myself sitting among them. 

It was an hour of fantastic performances by the pianist James Sherlock and the violinist Emily Sun, both prizewinning artists; the audience was really amazed. My attention caught this adorable old lady I saw at the second row; she was literally sitting at the edge of the seat, anticipating the next note and when the pianist made an unexpected but brilliant musical twist at “Turkish March”, she almost stood up by excitement and watched the rest of the concert with eyes wide open by awe. 

After that, it was obviously teatime, so all the attendees (including us) gathered to the lounge to share a cup of tea and shortbreads but thirsty as we were for new experiences, we remembered our friend’s Angelica’s suggestion about Five Guys; and what’s better after a clubhouse than a burgerhouse?

Very few things.