Inside the Louise M. Davies Symphony Hall. The official rule is that no photography is allowed in the hall at any time. However, my friend, a “symphony subscriber,” has even had ushers help take pictures in the past. Go figure.
I always feel outta place when I’m there. (Like I said, my friend is a subscriber.) I work for a non-profit, which means I don’t make truckloads of money. I’m not white, married, nor am I middle-aged, although some of my students may like to think I am. Oh, and I’m a Raiders fan. I’m not trying to stereotype, but I’m just making an observation that I’m part of the minority when I’m there. Wait, when am I NOT part of the minority? I should be used to it by now. (Tell that to my face and I’ll kick your… you’re lucky I found Jesus).
Enough nyquil-induced rambling, I’m glad I got to hear the San Francisco Symphony Chorus sing Bachâ€™s Christmas Oratorio that night.
Edit: For the record, I did NOT know about their photography policy until AFTER I took the shot. Yes, I’m always haunted by my business law professor that said “Ignorance does not equal innocence.”