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Dec. 6th, 2008 10:11 pmJust got back from a day in London with Elinor. I took her to the Coliseum to see the English National Ballet's production of Sleeping Beauty. I was telling her that when I first discovered a love for classical music, when I was about eleven, I joined the local record library and I used to get out as many records per week as I could. I remember that when I first heard Sleeping Beauty I kept getting the set out over and over again. I think I must have worn a groove in the grooves!
There are still bits in the score that bring a lump to my throat and tears to my eyes, even though it's that familiar to me that I could probably sing the entire thing from start to finish.
It was a lovely looking production - the costumes had this whole Louis Quatorze thing going on and were goregous. Elinor absolutely loved it and came out dancing!
We then made for the nearest Starbucks in the company of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teresadivicenzo, where we indulged in toasties, chocolate cake and gingerbread lattes amidst talk of Josh Groban, Jose Carreras and Placido Domingo. A pleasant time was being had by all when Jaz suddenly realised that some bastard had half-inched (= pinched) her bag.
I remember the last time I had a bag stolen. That first few seconds where you're looking around you, feeling sure it's there, and then that sinking feeling when you realise it really is gone. And then the panic as you start to think of all the things you need to do - cancel cards, chequebooks (because we used them a fair bit back then!) think about how you're going to get home, get into the house and all that crap. It's a bloody pain in the arse.
:hugs Jaz:
There are still bits in the score that bring a lump to my throat and tears to my eyes, even though it's that familiar to me that I could probably sing the entire thing from start to finish.
It was a lovely looking production - the costumes had this whole Louis Quatorze thing going on and were goregous. Elinor absolutely loved it and came out dancing!
We then made for the nearest Starbucks in the company of
teresadivicenzo, where we indulged in toasties, chocolate cake and gingerbread lattes amidst talk of Josh Groban, Jose Carreras and Placido Domingo. A pleasant time was being had by all when Jaz suddenly realised that some bastard had half-inched (= pinched) her bag. I remember the last time I had a bag stolen. That first few seconds where you're looking around you, feeling sure it's there, and then that sinking feeling when you realise it really is gone. And then the panic as you start to think of all the things you need to do - cancel cards, chequebooks (because we used them a fair bit back then!) think about how you're going to get home, get into the house and all that crap. It's a bloody pain in the arse.
:hugs Jaz:
