A co-worker offered me free tickets to see a concert of John Williams’ movie music at the Hollywood Bowl (the Bowl) on September 1, 2017. Mr. Williams is revered in these parts and apparently always conducts his music in the second half of the evening. I took the tickets with the intention of having a friend join me for the concert. I invited a few different people, none of whom could join me that evening, so I determined that it was to be a lone venture.
Off I went, plowing through the thick Hollywood Bowl traffic, fearing the cost of Bowl parking, dreading the challenging task of walking (for me) from the parking lot, through the under-street walkway across Highland Blvd., and up the steep hill to my seat. Escalators generally help with the top portion of the trek, but one was out of commission. (Noooo!) It was hotter than Hades, yet I trudged up that hill, sweating dramatically, my heart getting a good workout, and breathing in the ultra humid evening air (at least humid for Los Angeles!), all the while wondering why I was there. I knew I was in the right place at the right time, but WHY?
The first half of the concert was nice. I enjoyed those around me enjoying the music, even more than I was enjoying the music. The second half was even more delightful. During one of the numbers, I realized that this would most likely be the last time I was ever at the Hollywood Bowl. “Hello, self. You’re moving out of state, several states away.”
I sat, contentedly, taking in the Bowl, the people, the outer surroundings, the music…and even Kobe Bryant. Yes, Kobe! As he was approaching his retirement, he wrote a love letter titled “Dear Basketball.” Kobe narrated the poem to the accompanying hand-animated film while John conducted the score he’d written. It was a charming moment for everyone in attendance, one that really brought home for me that it’s time to start consciously utilizing these last several months in LA.
I’ve lived here since October 5, 1995, and I’m heading back Home in March 2018. I’m going to be reflecting on times of import to me – some funny, some sad – and going back to a few places I saw in passing but wanted to glimpse again. Some things I’ll miss, and some I’ll be glad to leave behind. Time passes quickly, so it’s time to start My 6-Month Goodbye LA! Tour. I hope you’ll check in from time-to-time to see how it’s going.