The Meyerson, Music, and the Mind.

The lights looked like stars if you let your eyes blur, and I imagined that I was in some big symphony-spaceship, fueled by chords, whizzing through space faster than light. It was cosmic. I also felt like I was drowning in waves of emotion and minor keys, but I never had the desire to be rescued. Between the sea and space, the music refused to die. There were points in the piece when all the instruments were silent, and then with a growing sound and a bang, it would rise, and rise, and rise, until it swelled and died again. A repetitive resurrection.
Normally, I like classical music. I listen to 101.1 WRR, (the high-falootin' station as my mom puts it), but I just like it. This last piece of music, though, was power. It was weakness. It was both things, together. It died, and lived, and in the end, died for good (although was never defeated). What I'm trying to get at is: it was really great. And sitting next to friends in the huge meyerson audience, dressed up with my hair curled and my face illuminated by the soft glow of the over head lights was really grand.

(Total photo cred to Audrey!!!)

When the concert was over there was a "teen-only" party. I don't think I have much to say about it but:
Chloe got down with her hispanic-hip-moving skills, Audrey learned how to "smang" like a pro, and I dougied. BAM.
But now that we're on the topic of classical music, I want to share my all-time favorite classical song ever. Ever. It's one of the only songs, classical or not, that has made me cry. As a violinist, if I am ever able to play this, I think I will have accomplished everything I want to on violin. Which, is a lot to accomplish. But still.