I didn't have many work deadlines this summer. What a change! So I made it to Tanglewood a few more times than usual. John William's 80th birthday, a Mozart night with my cousin and her children, and a solo concert at the smaller hall:
I felt no guilt whatsoever about reading at this concert. There were others on the lawn with laptops and piles of papers, working to the music.
Besides, the concert was advertised as music by "Loewe, Ravel, and Britten." I now know that music by Loewe just might mean a German composer of ballads. And that I shouldn't plan on music from Guys and Dolls.
So music I didn't particularly care about? A beautiful evening on a lawn at the Berkshires? With Oreos? Yeah, it's a nice setting for reading.