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It was one of those concerts that reminds me of how I got here, and where I could go. It dissolved the leftover tension (of several kinds) from Friday night's birthday angst/jealousy/loneliness explosion for which I went back and forth from Stephan's room several times to burst into tears before he caught me and talked me out of/through it. It was a concert of White, Larsen, and Errollyn Wallen. All three sets were the kind of good music that doesn't overwhelm you with the skill it took to craft it, it just explains itself to you and transports you if you let it. It's an everyday miracle, the way Errollyn seamlessly combines idioms, from a Beethoven-style fugue to an outburst of wailing blues violin over laid-back chords to a Shosti-style scream of a string quartet with flute help. And somehow it all matches, in such a way that you don't notice the disparity while you're in it.
I left that concert contentedly alone, fully in my own solitary state, and padded off down the street, because it wasn't time to go home. There was a jungle of yards on the blocks back to Shepherd, and the puddles from the rain woke my feet back up from the concrete. I treated myself at Cold Stone for Sannion's birthday on the way to Bookstop, where I browsed rather ferally in memory of my middle school days before calling Mama to pick me up. And then I took the most decadent bath I've ever taken, also in honor of Sannion's birthday, with enough candles and incense and bath salts to make Dionysos happy.
And now Stephan is here. So I'll see how unshifted I can get in a hurry.
I left that concert contentedly alone, fully in my own solitary state, and padded off down the street, because it wasn't time to go home. There was a jungle of yards on the blocks back to Shepherd, and the puddles from the rain woke my feet back up from the concrete. I treated myself at Cold Stone for Sannion's birthday on the way to Bookstop, where I browsed rather ferally in memory of my middle school days before calling Mama to pick me up. And then I took the most decadent bath I've ever taken, also in honor of Sannion's birthday, with enough candles and incense and bath salts to make Dionysos happy.
And now Stephan is here. So I'll see how unshifted I can get in a hurry.