You bring me so much joy and then you bring me MORE joy
So I'm sitting here teary-eyed at the beauty of this amazing piece of art. Anyone who knows of Kate Bush knows that she's been sort of the butt of many jokes in the British music world, not because she isn't a complete genius... quite the contrary, the Brits actually adore her.... but she hasn't released an album in over 12 years, about 10 of which she's been hauled up in her home studio working on this mysterious project. Everyone sort of had their doubts that the album would ever be released. I suppose the general music-listening population doesn't really understand the nature of a rockstar who despises attention and is such a perfectionist that they will forego releasing crap at the expense of making any money at all (well, besides the royalties she gets on all the old albums). Well, anyway... at the risk of making this blog sound like an album review (a risk I believe I may have already surpassed), it is a trully beautiful piece of art. She is still just as relevant and innovative today as ever, and maybe even a bit more accesible to those who might cringe at her earlier recordings.
Anyhoo... I'm just happy as a clam because I've finished the two papers I've been putting off writing for over two weeks. It's like a load has been lifted! Besides a French exam I have on Wednesday, the papers were really the only MAJOR academic headache I'll have to deal with before Thanksgiving. And I'm sure we all share the sentiment that any step closer to binging on Turkey, yams, pie and other such seasonal goodies is a step in the right direction!
Oh, and I keep thinking of more things to write about... I had a sort of spiritual/musical experience this weekend at one of my choral concerts. It was for the Choral Arts Society of Philadelphia, which is a professional group I sing for, which I've really only looked at as a source of income which is more enjoyable than working at a bank... until now. We did a program this past weekend entitled "Music of War and Peace", which I saw as nothing more than a bunch of depressing songs from different genres and eras that were a bitch to sing... It wasn't until we ran the entire program complete with its various poetic readings which correlated with the music, that I understood what Matt, the director was envisioning. He had tears in his eyes almost the entire time he was conducting, and I realized that it was more than just some sad songs about death. It was an homage to the dead and an ode to hope... it's not really explanable, but it was a reminder to me of the power of music and why it is I do what I do. I guess all we artists and musicians need a good kick in the philosophical nuts from time to time to keep us going. Nonetheless, it was a beautiful thing. Anyone in the area should come to our next concert in December!
So this entry has been entirely too long, and I'm sure no one's actually READ through it, so I should probably go do something "productive". Kisses
~Bryan
Anyhoo... I'm just happy as a clam because I've finished the two papers I've been putting off writing for over two weeks. It's like a load has been lifted! Besides a French exam I have on Wednesday, the papers were really the only MAJOR academic headache I'll have to deal with before Thanksgiving. And I'm sure we all share the sentiment that any step closer to binging on Turkey, yams, pie and other such seasonal goodies is a step in the right direction!
Oh, and I keep thinking of more things to write about... I had a sort of spiritual/musical experience this weekend at one of my choral concerts. It was for the Choral Arts Society of Philadelphia, which is a professional group I sing for, which I've really only looked at as a source of income which is more enjoyable than working at a bank... until now. We did a program this past weekend entitled "Music of War and Peace", which I saw as nothing more than a bunch of depressing songs from different genres and eras that were a bitch to sing... It wasn't until we ran the entire program complete with its various poetic readings which correlated with the music, that I understood what Matt, the director was envisioning. He had tears in his eyes almost the entire time he was conducting, and I realized that it was more than just some sad songs about death. It was an homage to the dead and an ode to hope... it's not really explanable, but it was a reminder to me of the power of music and why it is I do what I do. I guess all we artists and musicians need a good kick in the philosophical nuts from time to time to keep us going. Nonetheless, it was a beautiful thing. Anyone in the area should come to our next concert in December!
So this entry has been entirely too long, and I'm sure no one's actually READ through it, so I should probably go do something "productive". Kisses
~Bryan