This afternoon most of the family — grandchildren included — headed out to Ellenbrook for a Christmas concert performed by the Hills Symphony Orchestra. It wasn’t the first time I’ve seen them, and certainly not the first time they’ve impressed me. In fact, the very first concert I attended absolutely blew me away; the quality, passion and sheer dedication of the musicians was unforgettable. Every performance since has been just as captivating.
But today felt a little different. With the festive music, the decorations, and that unmistakable December excitement in the air, I found myself especially moved. Sitting before us was an enthusiastic mix of mothers, grandmothers, fathers, grandfathers, sons and daughters — people from every walk of life — gathered not for fame, fortune or accolades, but for the simple love of making music together.
Half an hour earlier, the venue was just an empty room. Then in walked this group of talented, creative people, and suddenly the space transformed. As they began to play, the sound was incredible. And when the final note faded, we were left once again with an empty room, as if the whole experience had been a wonderful dream.
Watching this unlikely collection of individuals, united by nothing more than passion and community, was impressive enough. But when I closed my eyes and let the music take over, I was transported somewhere else entirely — another world — and I liked it.
It was indeed special. HSO are insanely talented and makes it even more impressive how they manage to achieve such a warm and professional sound whilst also holding down full time jobs, families and other responsibilities.