There was a time when Faye Webster would slip quietly into symphony halls back in her hometown of Atlanta, Georgia, alone, often buying a ticket at the last possible minute just to sit among strangers and disappear into the sound. It was like medicine, a way to find peace when everything else felt heavy.

“Going to the symphony was almost like therapy for me,” Webster shared in the program for her Walt Disney Concert Hall performance on Saturday, Nov. 1, in Los Angeles. “I was quite literally underdressed at the symphony because I would just decide at the last moment that that’s what I wanted to do. I got to leave what I felt like was kind of a shitty time in my life and be in this different world for a minute.”

On Saturday evening, Webster stood in front of that very world, leading t

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