The cruelest month? For fans of classical music, the title undoubtedly belongs to August, when the vast majority of orchestras, ensembles and opera companies go on vacation, leaving frustrated concertgoers gazing glassily at their record collections.
That was my own situation three summers ago, when I was a new arrival to the Twin Cities from Northern Ireland. Back home, summer months were consumed by thumb twiddling, looking greedily at performance schedules for upcoming seasons and worrying about how to earn money as a freelance arts writer. Used to August being a classical wasteland, I resigned myself to a month of lolling on my St. Paul porch, sipping root beer (a rarity in Ireland) and watching chipmunks scuttle in the rockery.
But this, I quickly discovered, is not the Minnesota way. At least not anymore. In recent years, some enterprising musicians with Minnesota connections have stepped up to organize three intriguing classical festivals. To transplants like me, it seems a typically American story, brimming with can-do attitude and unhindered by a lack of previous entrepreneurial experience.
Googling randomly, I first discovered the Lakes Area Music Festival — a three-week extravaganza of orchestral concerts, chamber recitals and opera, all staged within the summer getaway haven of Brainerd.
How had this festival sprouted? From the mind of Scott Lykins, 31, the festival's artistic and executive director. Eight years ago Lykins and four fellow students at the Eastman School of Music in Rochester, N.Y., were bouncing ideas for, as he put it, "something to do in the summer."
A native of Nisswa, Minn., Lykins made an improbable suggestion: Why not venture to the Brainerd area, where his family lived, play a few concerts and see what happens?
The idea was not greeted with enthusiasm. "A lot of people, even our supporters," he recalled, "were kind of skeptical about rural Minnesota being interested in classical music."
But that skepticism was swiftly dispelled. "When we did the first concert in 2009, we figured maybe 50 people would come," he said. "By the end of the season we had over 300 packed into a hot, sweaty church."