Chris Erskine: Hollywood Bowl rehearsals are a soothing morning escape. And they're free
Some days, L.A. feels like a Norse myth. You crack a kitchen window, you cradle your coffee, you slap a rolled-up newspaper against your thigh and vow to venture out, away from the freeways or chattering choppers.
A giant city is cumulative. Its annoyances build on one another, like tiers of a flawed and crooked cake.
But every great city also offers these little interludes, the fodder for these weekly "Postcards" I keep sending you. Some interludes are silly, some are loud, some are sonnets.
Today we have a symphony.
We're at the Hollywood Bowl for a morning rehearsal of the L.A. Philharmonic,
