Lyssna på Musik
On my way home yesterday I could here the faint sounds of tragic, yet frivolous, music from the direction of Östermalmtorget. I thought I should go check it out, given that I pretend to be a patron of the arts. It turns out that the state puts on free orchestral performances in this square a couple times a week.
Its a nice square really. It is right along the sea and it has a big fountain and bench-style terraced concrete seating around a small outdoor amphitheatre. I sat on the statue in the center...I had heard this piece before but I could not remember the title or composer...perhaps my greatest achievement to date was winning a contest in elementary school where a couple seconds of a classical piece was played...you had to write the title and composer. I got every one of them right including punctuation! Since then I have been an abject failure at everything I do :)
It was Shostakovich though, a Russian composure from the first half of the 20th century. I had listened to him in one of my "study" sessions in the listening room at Copley Library in San Diego. Usually these were just "open the window to the garden and sit and listen to records" sessions more than study sessions. It was a good place to escape the heat and debauchery of Pacific Beach. Ah, if only the revolution would hurry up and come that way all the people that disgust me can be forced into voluntary labor so that me and my friends can live a Utopic existence of surfing, art and philosophy!
On my way home yesterday I could here the faint sounds of tragic, yet frivolous, music from the direction of Östermalmtorget. I thought I should go check it out, given that I pretend to be a patron of the arts. It turns out that the state puts on free orchestral performances in this square a couple times a week.
Its a nice square really. It is right along the sea and it has a big fountain and bench-style terraced concrete seating around a small outdoor amphitheatre. I sat on the statue in the center...I had heard this piece before but I could not remember the title or composer...perhaps my greatest achievement to date was winning a contest in elementary school where a couple seconds of a classical piece was played...you had to write the title and composer. I got every one of them right including punctuation! Since then I have been an abject failure at everything I do :)
It was Shostakovich though, a Russian composure from the first half of the 20th century. I had listened to him in one of my "study" sessions in the listening room at Copley Library in San Diego. Usually these were just "open the window to the garden and sit and listen to records" sessions more than study sessions. It was a good place to escape the heat and debauchery of Pacific Beach. Ah, if only the revolution would hurry up and come that way all the people that disgust me can be forced into voluntary labor so that me and my friends can live a Utopic existence of surfing, art and philosophy!
posted by Lenin | 9:52 fm
2 Comments:
I think that time travel abilities will predate the revolution in SoCal, so I am waiting for the early 1980s surf culture in PB to be born once again. Sure, there were fewer double-shot 2% lattes and too many non-vegetarian options, but there were also fewer people roaming the undiscovered coastal mecca of SD awesomeness, and Bob Dylan tapes were plentiful...
Also, Title IX was apparently in less danger in 1986 than it is in 2006.
Ok, I am done with this pro-80s rant
Greets to the webmaster of this wonderful site! Keep up the good work. Thanks.
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