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Grad student French songs and arias concert was tonight at 8. I went, and I convinced Stephan to come instead of going to the political lecture and video about the Sudan civil war. I don't know if he thought it was better, because he didn't sit with me and he was slow getting out... but I was thrilled. Any opportunity to hear Tom play, whether he's practically reading or not... And the kids weren't bad either. Beau, David and Laurelle are the ones to watch this year. Wow. And the songs. French all the way. Debussy, Massenet, Faure, Gounod, Duparc.. aaahhhh. I want to sing Automne.
It is amazing what walking back to Jones from a really good concert in a pouring thunderstorm can do for my state of mind. I was not very happy today. I was singing full-out, no care for the strange looks and hurried ignoring under umbrellas I was getting in reaction, by the end of the trip, and I slowed down at the approach to the door in order to finish my Mozart.
Now I can only rejoice in the beauty and passion behind the music, and let its emotion fill me without dying of it. Whether the water on my face is rain or tears, I don't know, and I don't really care, because the beauty that comes from the pain can surpass it when you let it.
It is amazing what walking back to Jones from a really good concert in a pouring thunderstorm can do for my state of mind. I was not very happy today. I was singing full-out, no care for the strange looks and hurried ignoring under umbrellas I was getting in reaction, by the end of the trip, and I slowed down at the approach to the door in order to finish my Mozart.
Now I can only rejoice in the beauty and passion behind the music, and let its emotion fill me without dying of it. Whether the water on my face is rain or tears, I don't know, and I don't really care, because the beauty that comes from the pain can surpass it when you let it.