Baroque in Britian
Today, for my music class, I went to a pre-paid trip to see the London Festival Orchastra put on a smashing show, playing a slew of popular Baroque pieces from the likes of Handel, Vivaldi, Bach, and Albanoni, culminating in a stunning performance of Vivaldi's The Four Seasons. Nothing can describe how incredible watching The Four Seasons performed live is. NOTHING. Some things during that performance, notably the 3rd movement of Summer, just really impressed me. For instance, the lead violinist will do an impossible arpeggio, the the rest of the orchastra does this really sharp, deep, bass riff that he lead violinist joins in on. Powerful.
I also loved the first movement of winter. I know it's kinda popular and cliche, but the shrills of violins playing fast and the tinny sound of the harpsichord bonking away still was more than able to melt my butter. Simply stunning. Without at doubt worthy of my standing applause.
Anyway, while I was riding my bike to the show, I noticed to my right on Oxford street a rather noisy crowd of people waving around Palestinian flags in the sidewalk. It intrigued me, but it also stirred me in a sort of reassurance that there is massive anti-semetic movements in this bloody city. But, to my sheer and utter delight, I didn't see gawking passerbyers, but several yards further down the sidewalk, was a similar sized group of similar sounding people waving Israeli and British flags. As I zipped by them on my bike, I raised my left fist into the air, and screamed at the top of my lungs, "Am Yisrael Chai!" The group gave me a hoot and a holler, and a cheer. I felt good.
On a final note, I think I must mention my admittance to Hebrew University in Jerusalem. It's official now; I'll be in Israel this December, and I'll be there till at least June. Awesome.
P.S. I'd like to thank Abby Crim for letting me use her computer for this blog entry. This is sheerly out of a form of laziness, Mom, my computer's fine. No, I don't need a new one. No, please don't yell at Dad for sending me a lemon. I just didn't feel like making the epic trek from the living room, to my room, then back to the living room again. That's all. Goodnight.
I also loved the first movement of winter. I know it's kinda popular and cliche, but the shrills of violins playing fast and the tinny sound of the harpsichord bonking away still was more than able to melt my butter. Simply stunning. Without at doubt worthy of my standing applause.
Anyway, while I was riding my bike to the show, I noticed to my right on Oxford street a rather noisy crowd of people waving around Palestinian flags in the sidewalk. It intrigued me, but it also stirred me in a sort of reassurance that there is massive anti-semetic movements in this bloody city. But, to my sheer and utter delight, I didn't see gawking passerbyers, but several yards further down the sidewalk, was a similar sized group of similar sounding people waving Israeli and British flags. As I zipped by them on my bike, I raised my left fist into the air, and screamed at the top of my lungs, "Am Yisrael Chai!" The group gave me a hoot and a holler, and a cheer. I felt good.
On a final note, I think I must mention my admittance to Hebrew University in Jerusalem. It's official now; I'll be in Israel this December, and I'll be there till at least June. Awesome.
P.S. I'd like to thank Abby Crim for letting me use her computer for this blog entry. This is sheerly out of a form of laziness, Mom, my computer's fine. No, I don't need a new one. No, please don't yell at Dad for sending me a lemon. I just didn't feel like making the epic trek from the living room, to my room, then back to the living room again. That's all. Goodnight.
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