All Hail the Hairy Beast
Scott is an utter genius! Thank you, thank you! The song is Vaughn Williams, English Folk Song Suite, Movement I: Seventeen Come Sunday. The second and third movements are good too, but this is by far the best. Almost worth embedding in my blog... hm.... ;)
i used to have this on a CD. What the heck happened to it? Ah, i probably lost it in a move somewhere (the perpetual excuse of military families and transients).
On a more poetic note, now that my desperation is momentarily slaked...
This song has recalled a simpler time in my life when love was thrilling but uncomplicated by adult responsibilities, when i didn't spend January impatiently waiting for my W2s, when i let school happen to me as opposed to having to think through and plan every day in excruciating detail. It was a time when the best hour of the day came at the end: band. When i sat in the first clarinet chair and was generally considered to be "the best" at what i did. When the greatest joy in the world was to sit behind a stand of music, like this Folk Song Suite, and take part in the sound that unfolded from that room. It was magic. i remember the feeling - like flying. It actually felt like flying in a formation with everyone else in the room. That's why i loved band, and music. That's why i went on and performed at Clemson and that's why i was a member of the fraternity with you guys. i don't think i've ever felt that free, before or since. Here's to music.
i used to have this on a CD. What the heck happened to it? Ah, i probably lost it in a move somewhere (the perpetual excuse of military families and transients).
On a more poetic note, now that my desperation is momentarily slaked...
This song has recalled a simpler time in my life when love was thrilling but uncomplicated by adult responsibilities, when i didn't spend January impatiently waiting for my W2s, when i let school happen to me as opposed to having to think through and plan every day in excruciating detail. It was a time when the best hour of the day came at the end: band. When i sat in the first clarinet chair and was generally considered to be "the best" at what i did. When the greatest joy in the world was to sit behind a stand of music, like this Folk Song Suite, and take part in the sound that unfolded from that room. It was magic. i remember the feeling - like flying. It actually felt like flying in a formation with everyone else in the room. That's why i loved band, and music. That's why i went on and performed at Clemson and that's why i was a member of the fraternity with you guys. i don't think i've ever felt that free, before or since. Here's to music.
3 Comments:
You said just how I feel - it's like flying.
While I loved marching band, being in Symphonic band was so magical for me. It was truly freeing, like soaring above the clouds.
Ahhh.
to music... i remember those feelings and wish i could have them back...
and also to the hairy beast. go scott!
Cheers - to music and to good friends.
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