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In the Season of the Rains
Aug. 13th, 2014 11:58 pmOne of the women I drew was an artist, one of them was eating a peach, one of them was just there and I had to get off the train before I showed her any of my watercolors, since she asked me if I was an art student. One of the men was there, one of the men was wielding his umbrella in an awesome way, like it was Excalibur or something, one of the men asked me to draw him. I told him he had to look ahead and I'd draw him from the side because that's how I started drawing him.
Once again, I went the wrong way when I exited Arlington.
A woman in line said she was a cellist and became a double bassist because of less competition.
It really was a shame. Something that amazing should be performed before an audience of thousands or ten thousand, not before 315 of us people from the street and a bunch of special reserved spots.
The thing is, it links the spirituals to the New World Symphony, and you could even hear echoes of them. It's late enough that I'm not going to try to write an analysis of the New World Symphony myself.
If you were planning to sneak in with your old wristband, it wouldn't work. These ones were blue, those ones were red.
The first thing played was a polyphonic (I think) spiritual called The Chariot Jubilee, and since it was polyphonic, I thought of Pasquale's Angel and Italy colonizing the new world (maybe with a bit of Bulgaria), and I checked and can't find anything about slavery in Italy. Italy not being a major colonial power.
Two of them were a cappella. I always write "Capella." Specifically, Nobody's Fault But Mine and Great Day.
I thought this when I saw the program and: Wait, I thought griots were Muslim. And they were, but they were forced into Christianity. It's funny, the owners pushed the Curse of Ham (which, by the way, is complete and utter bullshit) on their slaves, while the slaves themselves thought of Moses leading his people out of slavery. You can try looking for Griot Legacies, but it was a world premiere (a shame, I'd like nicer weather and maybe I'd like to see my livejournal entries from alternate realities were nothing has changed aside from the day I go to Shakespeare on the Common) and I doubt you'll find it. The first movement was orchestra and a recording from 1960, the last one was a celebration of having a pair of shoes, because even though slaves worked out in the field, they were often barefoot. The slaveowners were like "hello, hookworms, get in their feet."
Emma likes the way I draw eyelashes.
I used the options Facebook made available to me to send the portrait to her and I'm glad it worked.
I introduced Emma and Gabriella during the intermission. Thing is, Emma was tweeting the concert (she was drawing during the second half, and it was, of course, amazing). She said she'd see me during the intermission, that she'd be standing in the back somewhere, but it turned out she was behind us.
Gabriella and I met a guy who sings in a chorus (I'm misremembering this) and plays recorder in a Renaissance ensemble (but I remembered this one just fine) and is about 22,000 days old.
I did another picture of Gabriella, with a cool pendant and her hair in double helixes. We were both standing, though. And we were on the train.
She found it hard to follow Twelfth Night because she's unfamiliar with the play and it's hard to tell who's who sometimes, but that's a problem that won't be solved until we can train fireflies to write the characters' names above their heads. I thought of Asakiyume when I wrote that. I'm not too familiar with it either, aside from Twelfth Night and Fairyland both being set in Albania.
Think about how many cases of mistaken identity there are in Shakespeare's plays.
I'm not sure what this woman was doing in Sri Lanka, but then again, saying I don't like Sri Lanka very much is an understatement. I hope she was liberating concentration camps, or at least doing something good that Tamils benefit from.
I told her I hope to see her and Emma on the Esplanade. Lisa, too.
burning question: I was looking for a Carl Sagan quote about Shakespeare and Sophocles, and couldn't be fucked to look for it in the book. I checked Oregon State's website and had to use a cached version. Is it too much to ask a college to have a functioning website?
Once again, I went the wrong way when I exited Arlington.
A woman in line said she was a cellist and became a double bassist because of less competition.
It really was a shame. Something that amazing should be performed before an audience of thousands or ten thousand, not before 315 of us people from the street and a bunch of special reserved spots.
The thing is, it links the spirituals to the New World Symphony, and you could even hear echoes of them. It's late enough that I'm not going to try to write an analysis of the New World Symphony myself.
If you were planning to sneak in with your old wristband, it wouldn't work. These ones were blue, those ones were red.
The first thing played was a polyphonic (I think) spiritual called The Chariot Jubilee, and since it was polyphonic, I thought of Pasquale's Angel and Italy colonizing the new world (maybe with a bit of Bulgaria), and I checked and can't find anything about slavery in Italy. Italy not being a major colonial power.
Two of them were a cappella. I always write "Capella." Specifically, Nobody's Fault But Mine and Great Day.
I thought this when I saw the program and: Wait, I thought griots were Muslim. And they were, but they were forced into Christianity. It's funny, the owners pushed the Curse of Ham (which, by the way, is complete and utter bullshit) on their slaves, while the slaves themselves thought of Moses leading his people out of slavery. You can try looking for Griot Legacies, but it was a world premiere (a shame, I'd like nicer weather and maybe I'd like to see my livejournal entries from alternate realities were nothing has changed aside from the day I go to Shakespeare on the Common) and I doubt you'll find it. The first movement was orchestra and a recording from 1960, the last one was a celebration of having a pair of shoes, because even though slaves worked out in the field, they were often barefoot. The slaveowners were like "hello, hookworms, get in their feet."
Emma likes the way I draw eyelashes.
I used the options Facebook made available to me to send the portrait to her and I'm glad it worked.
I introduced Emma and Gabriella during the intermission. Thing is, Emma was tweeting the concert (she was drawing during the second half, and it was, of course, amazing). She said she'd see me during the intermission, that she'd be standing in the back somewhere, but it turned out she was behind us.
Gabriella and I met a guy who sings in a chorus (I'm misremembering this) and plays recorder in a Renaissance ensemble (but I remembered this one just fine) and is about 22,000 days old.
I did another picture of Gabriella, with a cool pendant and her hair in double helixes. We were both standing, though. And we were on the train.
She found it hard to follow Twelfth Night because she's unfamiliar with the play and it's hard to tell who's who sometimes, but that's a problem that won't be solved until we can train fireflies to write the characters' names above their heads. I thought of Asakiyume when I wrote that. I'm not too familiar with it either, aside from Twelfth Night and Fairyland both being set in Albania.
Think about how many cases of mistaken identity there are in Shakespeare's plays.
I'm not sure what this woman was doing in Sri Lanka, but then again, saying I don't like Sri Lanka very much is an understatement. I hope she was liberating concentration camps, or at least doing something good that Tamils benefit from.
I told her I hope to see her and Emma on the Esplanade. Lisa, too.
burning question: I was looking for a Carl Sagan quote about Shakespeare and Sophocles, and couldn't be fucked to look for it in the book. I checked Oregon State's website and had to use a cached version. Is it too much to ask a college to have a functioning website?
