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I suppose it merely proves my identity as Satan that I find a performance of Carmina Burana as close to a religious experience as I've had. And I know, I know, it's not authentic.. McGegan was actually talking to us about that last night when he invited my mom from Birraporetti's to the Lancaster for a nightcap... Orff wrote all this music, old as the poetry may be. It's not actually folk music.. But the rhythms and the life in it speak to the keeper of archetypes in my brain. My feet forget their trial of standing an hour and a half, my spine forgets its misalignment, and I am participant in a ritual, a return to instinct. Invocation of Fortune, passion, love, luck... I suppose I have simple taste, but I can't imagine a better experience of the same realm. We got a standing ovation and the soloists/directors got two curtain-calls. The audience seemed to have as much fun as we did.
Short night out, after. A small crowd went to Sake lounge, where all the dreaming started, and then, after food, to Texas State Bar, to drink outside. I'm a little worried about Salad; he's either out of sorts or growing a sense of responsibility, cause he didn't drink till after food, and then only two beers, plus leaving early enough to get up at 9 or 10 in the morning to do work. Not that I have a problem with this kind of responsible behavior; it's just not like him.
Short night out, after. A small crowd went to Sake lounge, where all the dreaming started, and then, after food, to Texas State Bar, to drink outside. I'm a little worried about Salad; he's either out of sorts or growing a sense of responsibility, cause he didn't drink till after food, and then only two beers, plus leaving early enough to get up at 9 or 10 in the morning to do work. Not that I have a problem with this kind of responsible behavior; it's just not like him.
