Fireworks: why are they so damn appealing? (Photo by FlySi/Flickr)

Fireworks: why are they so damn appealing? (Photo by FlySi/Flickr)

I didn’t intend on seeing the New York Phiharmonic play in Prospect Park as part of the free Celebrate Brooklyn concert series since I had seen the same program the night before at the disgustingly crowded Central Park show. But when my evening plans in Greenpoint ended on the early side, I decided to make use of the (incredible) new G stop at 7th Avenue and meet up with my friends, who had staked out a grassy patch in the park. I missed the Mozart entirely but arrived in time for the Beethoven, my favorite crazy composer. The Philharmonic was superb, the air was warm but not humid, the bugs were greedily feasting on my legs, and the crowd was refreshingly mature (and if there were some young’uns around, the music was loud enough to block out their chatter); in short, everyone had something to be happy about.

But the best part of the evening came after the brief Mendelssohn encore…

…when the fireworks went off.

(photo by arock75/flickr)

(photo by arock75/flickr)

Despite the fact that they singe eyebrows, blow off fingers, and sound like gunshots, there’s something inexplicably magical about fireworks. As my loudmouth friends and I all gaped at the starbursts like two-year-olds, drool pooling in our open (and, for once, silent) mouths, I realized that fireworks appeal to the little-kid ADD in all of us. Bright, shiny, and colorful objects never get old…just ask the women who stare transfixed at their oversized engagement rings or the men who are lulled by their new computer’s LED screens. They are the Great Equalizer. It was a short display, but they easily made up for the firecrackers I saw in Bushwick on the 4th of July, which looked like sputtering matches in comparison.

The rain has stopped, we’ve finally gotten off the ark, and the legal (and illegal) fireworks are out. Summer has officially arrived!

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