Off to Nagoya today, by way of Shinkansen, to play a homecoming concert. I'm not really sure what that means, but in about 36 hours I may have a better idea (or not....). It would be great if we were on the sidelines of a football field with Japanese cheerleaders as we played Shostakovich Violin Concerto and Mozart's Jupiter Symphony. The final fugue would be a very celebratory accompaniment to a touchdown. But I don't think there is all that much American football in Japan, so perhaps this is a little unlikely.
Perhaps it is just alumni coming "home," as alumni sometimes do. I suppose this is possible anywhere without cheerleaders and pom poms–this certainly has been the case in my life having never been to a football game. Regardless of our reason for being there, I'll be on the sidelines of some cause for celebration, enjoying Mozart's brilliant counterpoint for its own sake.