Several years ago, I was asked to play violin with the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. The gig was on a Saturday night — my birthday, in fact — and the show was called “Beethoven’s Last Night.” I had never heard the famed progressive rock band in concert, but I knew of its reputation for excess, including pyrotechnics, costumes, big hair and thousands of fans.
I would be one of eight people in the string section. Actually, the eight of us were only half of the section. The other half would be electronically present via from a recording, just in case any of us screwed up.