This was a great venue. Symphony Hall is a place set up for an actual symphony, built in the early 1900's, and when we walked in we laughed and said, "Whoa, can't believe they're letting us in here." About 2,600 people, comfortable seats, deep red accents, chandeliers, carved wood moldings, the whole deal.

The room is a long rectangle, stage at the short end. We had seats upstairs, stage left, in Loge 8. These were fantastic seats looking across and down on the band, perfect for watching them work and play.

There were heavy red velvet curtains behind these seats, which made the loge section like a small room of their own, as well as quieting the walking and distractions from people coming to and from their seats.

I left my seat during the second set, I believe during Avenu Malkenu, and when I passed through the red curtains to the hallway I saw two young women (probably high school, perhaps early college) sitting together on the floor holding hands, and weeping. Not crying really, just sort of sitting, and slowly, quietly, bleeding tears.

When I came back they were still there, one head leaning on the others shoulder, just listening, feeling, experiencing. Other people were gently spinning, dancing in slow motion, waves of quiet calm expression, where you couldn't see the stage, with the sound attenuated by the curtains, everyone just being. It was very poignant, one of the most memorable concert vignettes I've seen.

I opened the curtains and the blast of moving colored stage lights and louder brighter PA sound hit me hard, nearly knocking me back into the hallway before I got my bearings. Back into the depths, into the dance, into the trance, with everyone...