In this scene, a piece of music by Charles Ives gets its first performance. Most of the audience members hate it. It's too modern! But a certain young composer loves it. He walks out of the concert hall into the snow, still thinking about the music. It's February 1967, and he's a block away from Orchestra Hall, crossing the street toward the Art Institute of Chicago. A vintage postcard gave me exactly the view I needed. And there really was a snowstorm that day. Sometimes my librarian skills come in handy for this kind of research!