(I apologize in advance if this is long and boring. I admit, I did this for me. I really just needed to vent. Thanks for “listening”.)
When people find out I play the harp, some of the first questions I get are “How big is that thing?”, and “Do you move it yourself?”. About 80lbs, and yes, I have been moving it myself since I turned 16 and inherited Mom’s dear old Toyota Privia mini-van. In fact, these days it’s more of an effort than it used to be. In high school and college I toted the harp around so much it was just part of life.

Though it’s big, it’s fragile, and there is a VERY short list of people who can actually move it for me or even help me move it. (So when I’m pulling it out of the car and the dear man walking down the street gives me the “holy cow, what are you doing – you are a woman, I’m a big strong man, I must help you” look, I have mastered the art of fending people off in a somewhat nice, but firm, manner.)
Last night I played at Centennial Park. I should start by saying that not only am I extremely possessive/protective about my instrument (as I should be, people in general have no idea how to handle it), my number one pet peeve in life is rudeness for no reason, or bad customer service. Basically last night was just the perfect storm for me. Complete rudeness combined with issues with the harp.
I pull up in the special closed street to unload (thank you to the ONE nice cop I met last night who at least let me do that). I get my harp out of the car and right away these guys working “security” are like “Mam you have to move your car”. I tell them “Ok, I just need to roll my harp 30 yards down to the stage and leave it with the symphony crew and then I can move it”. To which I get a firm “No, I can’t let you do that”. Seriously??? For real? You want me to leave my instrument here on the SIDEWALK with a crowd of people just so I can move my car real quick? People, how about a LITTLE grace?? Thankfully, Bevlynn, the other harpist, showed up with her Dad and they rolled it down while I moved to the parking lot. I got to the lot and the guy there wouldn’t let me in because I didn’t have a pass. (WHICH, I was supposed to get when I dropped my harp off, which I couldn’t do because of the guys demanding that I not leave my car for 30 seconds). I end up calling Melanie, who runs the show with the ASYO and is FABULOUS. Needless to say she gets the producer to radio my name to the parking lot and all it OK.

Let’s fast forward to after the concert. (Which was tons of fun to play!)
Fireworks start going off at 9:36. They are to go for 24 minutes. I start RUNNING to the parking lot to get my car so that I can pull it up to my loading spot before the chaos of people in the streets. The police officer will NOT let me go the direction I need to go and tells me to just “drive around” to get where I need to. I end up somewhere in the depths under the Ga Dome, am actually a little scared, and drive back to the policemen almost in tears saying “sir, I’ve got to load up a harp and have 3 minutes to get to my spot – what do you mean “drive around”. He rudely says “Take a right on Northside, if you had done that you’d already be there”. Umm…OK. I turn around, and BAM, train rails come down and a train goes by for the next 10 minutes. Now I am STUCK driving in traffic.
This could go on for awhile, but basically I’m stuck in terrible traffic, and when I try to make a right on to the street I need to park on to load up (the street is closed but I am supposed to have access), the police office tells me I can’t. I need to circle around because of too much traffic. “Circling around” took me another 20 minutes. At this point my family has gotten my harp (another saga, but THANK YOU Bevlynn for getting them access so they could get back there), and my Mom marches up to the Cop at the corner of Ivan Allen and Luckie Street who told me no before. Mom says “when my daughter comes up you HAVE to let her take a left. Sir, we have a harp in the middle of a ROAD back there with the ASO trucks and we have to load it up”. He says NO and walks away from her completely rudely. So Mom tells me she is just going to remove the barriers herself, and now I’m convinced my Mom is going to be arrested. At this point Andy calls me and tells me he is just going to roll the harp all the way down, past the aquarium to where I am in traffic. (Let me take this moment to give a shout out to my dear friend Jane who came to the concert and was a part of ALL of this!! I think she got way more than she bargained for!!)
I don’t know if this even makes sense to read, and believe me this is the short version. When the pros do these kinds of things, the crew takes care of getting the harp there and back. That would be nice. I really just encountered rude person after rude person, almost as if they were on a power trip to enforce rules all night. I mean, I’m making a real effort to keep this short – there are actually MULTIPLE other examples of this.
I apologize for using my blog to vent. I think it’s healthy. Outside of those issues, everything was great. The rehearsals the last two weeks have been so much fun and the concert itself was great! Plus, the midnight meal at the Varsity afterwards with the fam was delicious.
How was your 4th of July?? Do anything fun??