Disney in Concert: the Sound of Magic
First: the orchestra practices for weeks just to get the timing right for one eight-bar phrase. The tuba player probably dreams about dancing teacups. Also, the percussionist has to hit a literal anvil during Heigh-Ho. That’s a real job.
Second: Disney has strict rules about the order of songs. You can’t just play “Part of Your World” then “Zero to Hero” without a proper emotional arc. It’s like a musical therapy session, and the therapist is a mouse in red shorts.
Third: the final song is always a medley that includes When You Wish Upon a Star. By this point, you’ve been emotionally filleted. You are a puddle of nostalgia and melted popcorn butter. It’s beautiful.
Verdict: Cancel Your Plans, Buy a Ticket
Look, you could stay home and watch Netflix. But Netflix doesn’t have a live harpist making you feel like a mermaid for two hours. This is an experience that turns cynical adults into blubbering kids.
Bring a friend. Hold their hand during the scary part in Night on Bald Mountain. Laugh at the guy who tries to clap between movements. Life is short—embrace the magic while wearing an overpriced drink.
So go. Let the sound of magic wash over you. And if you cry, just blame the majestic French horns. They’re used to it.