Last Thursday, my brass quintet, the South Hills Brass, performed at the invitation of the Pittsburgh Downtown Partnership at the Farmers Market in Market Square. It was a glorious autumn day, and as we played, the sights and smells of Pittsburgh reminded me of how lucky I am to live in this great city. People came over to us thinking we were Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra players, the ultimate in compliments, to offer support.
After the concert, I walked up to Heinz Hall, my trombone and gear in tow. Half a dozen musicians in yellow T-shirts walked with their signs. I stopped to share my support with several of them and they responded to me as a fellow musician with smiles and kind words.
As I left, I was thinking: How can this be happening in Pittsburgh? Who in their right mind would be asking these concessions of the best and brightest of Pittsburgh’s musical culture? Pittsburgh is above that. There may be financial issues. There always are. Surely PSO management can find other ways to resolve them. Return to the bargaining table.
Upper St. Clair