Monday, October 26, 2009
You know how you think you don’t like something just because you think you don’t like it? I felt that way about mausoleums, and I felt that way about the music of Philip Glass.
I must have heard his music years ago, ages and ages ago, and filed him away in that part of the brain labeled, No Way, Never Again, Uh-uh. Either I’ve changed or Glass has. The music I heard yesterday was lovely and romantic, but with quick turns and sharp edges. Romance by itself is boring, and sharp edges alone, annoying. But together, I’ll follow wherever they lead.
And the mausoleum? That’s where the concert was held. A string quartet.
I like the dead, they know how to focus, and they know how to listen. From time to time I visit them in the open air, where they have a room with a view. Plenty of fresh air and sunshine, that’s the ticket. But I’ve changed my mind. Nothing wrong with the mansion house; it can be just as sweetly haunting. During the concert, we weren’t chained to our chairs, so I explored -- walked down long halls, up stairs, turned left, turned right, got lost following stained glass windows and walls of dead people, followed in turn by music that bounced off ceilings and echoed off tombs.
Here's a piece of Glass
(If the link doesn't work, copy and paste this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JE1mCjPrH6o
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