Coordinates: 39°18′14″N 76°37′8″W / 39.30389°N 76.61889°W / 39.30389; -76.61889
| Joseph Meyerhoff Symphony Hall | |
|---|---|
| Address | 1212 Cathedral Street |
| City | Baltimore, Maryland |
| Country | United States |
| Architect | Pietro Belluschi, Inc. and Jung/Brannen Associates |
| Owned by | Baltimore Symphony Orchestra |
| Capacity | 2443 |
| Type | Concert hall |
| Opened | 1982 |
| Years active | 1982 - present |
| bsomusic.org | |
The Joseph Meyerhoff Symphony Hall, often referred to simply as the Meyerhoff, is a music venue that opened September 16, 1982, at 1212 Cathedral Street in the Mount Vernon neighborhood of Baltimore, Maryland, USA. The main auditorium has a seating capacity of 2,443 people, and is home to the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. It is named for Joseph Meyerhoff, a Ukrainian-born Baltimore businessman, philanthropist, and arts patron who became president of the Baltimore Symphony in 1965, a position he held for 18 years.
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