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Until there was a threat to my attendance at the PVA concert, I didn't realize how important it was to me. There was rediscovering the PVA intrigue (less drama and more intra-orchestral working issues), and reminiscing in the Grace building, and hearing the spectacular program. Though the reason I decided without hesitation I would walk to Grace Presbyterian if I could not be driven should be obvious, there were peripherals like shy awe of Dr. Evans to be had.
It was a concert of great pieces, well-played, framed on either side by time with my Warwick DVD and good friends and beloved. I just finished my 7 1/2th viewing of the thing today, and will probably start the transcript tomorrow. March the 160 miles to Calais with dysentery, I would. And die, no doubt, but there it is. I want to be a bard when I grow up.
It was a concert of great pieces, well-played, framed on either side by time with my Warwick DVD and good friends and beloved. I just finished my 7 1/2th viewing of the thing today, and will probably start the transcript tomorrow. March the 160 miles to Calais with dysentery, I would. And die, no doubt, but there it is. I want to be a bard when I grow up.