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LeBARON: The not-so-smart side of those phones

The Santa Rosa Symphony Orchestra's Sunday afternoon concert a week ago ended with a splendid performance of Tchaikovsky's Sixth Symphony, which was his last great work and ends, not with his customary crashing finale (think 1812 Overture) but by drifting off into silence — his musical version of death itself.

In the last measures the notes grow fainter and fainter and finally fade away. It's a sad and beautiful ending. Or it is intended to be.

However, on Sunday afternoon, as the last notes were fading, there came the distinctive merry jingle of a cell phone ring tone, from somewhere in a corner of the balcony.

We've all been there — at plays, films and lectures, even at funerals. But this was the ultimate. As the orchestra's conductor-emeritus, Corrick Brown, was heard to mutter on the way out: "There is no place in classical music where it could have been more inappropriate."

Or more clearly discernible. If anyone there ever doubted the acuity of the acoustics in the Green Music Center's Weill Hall, they question no more.

As another audience member has suggested: "Perhaps 'Smartphone' is an oxymoron."

I have had telephones in general under consideration for some time.

It began last year when my daughter informed me that she has discontinued her landline — that's what everyone younger than a Boomer calls the instrument that once sat on our desk or hung on our kitchen wall. Now it's a "landline." And, apparently, people who have kept up with technology don't need one anymore.

Well, that gave me pause. ("One moment please" as the lady called "Operator" used to say.)

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