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As I sorted my clothes and cleaned my room, I set my mp3 player to run through its inventory. Its place had been held at Styx, and as I folded and endrawered it continued on through Three Dog Night and the Turtles before I was done. As I lay down to take a nap, the first of the songs it sorted under Uncertain Outcome started to play, and I stopped, because I had not listened to those in a very long time. True from the Miller concert, True from the Alessandro concert, both Minor Third Etude recordings, three of Sin Dormir, and the opera. I listened all the way through that, though now it's not only the quality of the performance but also the writing that makes me cringe. Mark's piece, Andrew's Prelude & Gigue, the Interference improv with the singing bowl, the unbearably E Minor string improv, and the last improv from the concert the night before Avalon died.
I was prepared to be melancholy, nostalgic, to writhe with longing for those days again. And then it ran on into the V's, and it was as a sign from the positive forces in the universe. Van Halen - Jump. The song that symbolizes far-flung, passionate optimism for me. I realized that it's all good. It was good then, but it's good now, too. I can still have a Kabalevsky day just knowing it exists.
I was prepared to be melancholy, nostalgic, to writhe with longing for those days again. And then it ran on into the V's, and it was as a sign from the positive forces in the universe. Van Halen - Jump. The song that symbolizes far-flung, passionate optimism for me. I realized that it's all good. It was good then, but it's good now, too. I can still have a Kabalevsky day just knowing it exists.
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