Some dance concert babbling
I went to the Faculty/Alumnae dance concert tonight. There's a lot to say about it, but for the moment there's just one random thing I wanted to write about, because it's something I discovered about myself that is very strange.
You know how, if you take a wine glass, wet your finger and then rub it around the rim of the glass, it resonates? I found out that *I* do that. I mean, I used to notice that I was a lot more sensitive to music than other people, but only in the sense of beats and rhythms. At least, that's all I thought it was, because I tended to tap and really feel the rhythm of music around me when other people might just sit there, or tap only in their heads.
Tonight, two separate dance pieces, in portions within them, played music. Or rather, tones. Very, very discordant, dissonant tones. Repeatedly. And I found out that my body *resonated* to them. In a gut shuddering, crawling-bugs-under-the-skin sort of way. Which is to say, even when I held my hands over my ears, that only damped the sound reaching my brain, but didn't do a damn thing for the whole bit where my body was acting like a giant wine glass. Or ear drum. I was totally squirming in my seat trying to get away from the tones and I couldn't, and Adele was giving me slightly funny looks until I got a chance at the ends to explain.
*shudder* I've still got the echoes of that feeling in my bones and under my skin, even now. It makes me really glad that the pieces were sandwiched by other pieces with lyrical or loud pounding music that is good to my ears. meep.
You know how, if you take a wine glass, wet your finger and then rub it around the rim of the glass, it resonates? I found out that *I* do that. I mean, I used to notice that I was a lot more sensitive to music than other people, but only in the sense of beats and rhythms. At least, that's all I thought it was, because I tended to tap and really feel the rhythm of music around me when other people might just sit there, or tap only in their heads.
Tonight, two separate dance pieces, in portions within them, played music. Or rather, tones. Very, very discordant, dissonant tones. Repeatedly. And I found out that my body *resonated* to them. In a gut shuddering, crawling-bugs-under-the-skin sort of way. Which is to say, even when I held my hands over my ears, that only damped the sound reaching my brain, but didn't do a damn thing for the whole bit where my body was acting like a giant wine glass. Or ear drum. I was totally squirming in my seat trying to get away from the tones and I couldn't, and Adele was giving me slightly funny looks until I got a chance at the ends to explain.
*shudder* I've still got the echoes of that feeling in my bones and under my skin, even now. It makes me really glad that the pieces were sandwiched by other pieces with lyrical or loud pounding music that is good to my ears. meep.