Monday, January 15, 2007

sweet symphony

tonight i attended the symphony here in chicago, because our fabulous across the hall neighbor is an extremely talented concert violinist. it was my first time to go to the symphony, and it was like nothing i could have ever imagined it to be.

while listening to the first piece, i tried to think of accurate words to describe what i was feeling, and the only word that could come to mind was sensual. it embarrassed me a little to think of it this way, but i realized as i was watching the musicians make beautiful music, that it made me want to make beautiful music. dare i say it, i was a little hot and bothered.

i kept thinking of the rhythm among the artist could be woven into a beautiful film, ultimately being driven by the love story between the two violin soloists. in between pieces i turned to the guy who came with me and said, "That was beautiful, almost sensual, and wildly romantic." he agreed, and i told him not to be alarmed if i started to rub his leg during the second piece.

there was no leg rubbing to speak of during the second piece, as it was less romantic, and more dramatic with strains of william tell laced throughout, so we both agreed that the first piece was our favorite. as we stood to leave he looked at me and said, "Wow, I feel like my cherry was just popped!" to which i responded, "That is the grossest way i could ever think to put into words what we just experienced, but i do now realize why that girl wanted to get on mr. holland and his opus!"