Finally, a review of Kate Bush's "Aerial" with the courage to dis bozette Tori Amos. Like this guy, I spent about 5 minutes thinking Amos must be great because she reminded me a little of Bush.
Hey, had something happen to me today that doesn't happen every day. Got in a fender-bender during my commute. The good news is, it wasn't my car involved - I was catching a ride from a coworker while my car was in the shop.
Oh, other good news is that nobody was hurt.
Not much to report today. Four of us guys sang a wonderful arrangement of a wonderful hymn, "Be Thou My Vision," in church this morning. Most of the choir was attending the installation of our friend Don Caron as rector at his new parish.
We ate delicious BBQ at Spiced Right BBQ in Lilburn (nice condescending revue at the link.)
We dropped Will off for laser tag with his youth group, then went to our International Congregation service.
I'm going to tape lines for my play and then maybe watch The Shield on DVD and then call it a night.
We spent Friday night at our church, helping a program, Family Promise, that provides shelter, childcare, and food for families trying to work themselves up from homelessness.
We spent Saturday in pain from the torture devices called "cots" that my church purchased for the ministry. Ow.
But the families were great and the kids were adorable. We'll be back.
With air mattresses.
Got the call last night - the director of "The Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Condensed)" wants me for the show! First read-through is Thursday. I got the script today, and it's hilarious.
And my lovely wife, Tasha, is having her first read-through tonight of "The Women," being produced by the same group as my play.
County Seat has done some of the best productions we've seen from community theatre in this county, and we're thrilled to be involved with them. I'll post more details as I learn them.
Today for the first time I ate what might be considered a "Japanese Breakfast." I read somewhere once about a thick, chewy noodle that the Japanese sometimes eat for breakfast. I've always been intrigued by the thought of it, but never figured out what it was called or how to get it. However, googling "Japanese Breakfast" reveals that the Japanese sometimes eat noodle soup for breakfast, sometimes with fish and pickles. Well, I don't have any pickles, but I'm here to report that Ramen noodle soup with canned mussels is a tasty and satisfying breakfast.
Among the many other things that music is, it is also a means of transmitting spiritual virii from a composer to a listener.
Consider Sufjan Stevens's "Romulus." I had a pretty peaceful childhood, and certainly nothing like the nightmare that he describes of an absentee, uncaring mother. But this song doesn't just make me understand how it must have felt. It makes me feel the feeling.
There was a time when I was cynical about this power of music - thinking that I needed to guard against it lest it lead my spirit into false places, or shall I say, lest my soul be won too cheaply.
My first chorus concert, in 6th or 7th grade, I was so scared that I couldn't stop yawning. The yawning made my eyes water, and people asked me later why I had cried through the concert. I was quite defensive and told them about the yawning. But nowadays my church choir frequently does pieces that leave me quite emotional. I have to steel myself to keep from crying at their beauty and truth.
If we ever do "Romulus," though, I might just keep my seat.
If a gastronome is a lover of good food and drink, then what is a metronome?
(I'm giving up on the Yahoo! 360 Blog. The entries I made there will simply sit out there and suck for as long as Yahoo! lets them.)