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icepixieTonight was the last choir concert I'll ever sing in at Kenyon (barring some freak move back to Gambier in the future which...seems unlikely). The "lasts" are not just coming, they'e here.
And I suppose this actually isn't the first "last" this year, even--the last research paper I'll ever do for undergrad work was turned in two weeks ago, my last piece for a creative writing class was last week, my last class in Sunset was last semester... It's not a good trend!
But oddly enough, this is the first "last" that feels like one. The second or third choir rehearsal last semester was also the first time this year I felt like I was really back in the groove of Kenyon after being away for a year, as well. Sitting in Brandi on a Wednesday night, surrounded by the beautiful light wood-paneled walls, with Doc conducting up at the front felt like coming home in a way that nothing else had until then.
It's kind of strange, really, that I should have such strong associations with the music department. Out of all my many friends who are in any way musically inclined, I am probably the least so. I'm the only one of us who doesn't take lessons of some sort. It still takes me a moment to read certain notes on the treble clef, and forget about the bass clef. But choir is still going to be one of the things I miss the most about this place.
Anyway. I'm a bit maudlin at the moment because I've seen "School Reunion" twice today, and we watched the BBC Casanova yesterday. I have perhaps had an overdose of bittersweet and depressing this weekend.
By the way, we did pretty well. There were a couple flubs, but people didn't notice them, from what I hear. Whew. Not a bad note to go out on, really. (Particularly since that's a horrible pun. *g*)
And I suppose this actually isn't the first "last" this year, even--the last research paper I'll ever do for undergrad work was turned in two weeks ago, my last piece for a creative writing class was last week, my last class in Sunset was last semester... It's not a good trend!
But oddly enough, this is the first "last" that feels like one. The second or third choir rehearsal last semester was also the first time this year I felt like I was really back in the groove of Kenyon after being away for a year, as well. Sitting in Brandi on a Wednesday night, surrounded by the beautiful light wood-paneled walls, with Doc conducting up at the front felt like coming home in a way that nothing else had until then.
It's kind of strange, really, that I should have such strong associations with the music department. Out of all my many friends who are in any way musically inclined, I am probably the least so. I'm the only one of us who doesn't take lessons of some sort. It still takes me a moment to read certain notes on the treble clef, and forget about the bass clef. But choir is still going to be one of the things I miss the most about this place.
Anyway. I'm a bit maudlin at the moment because I've seen "School Reunion" twice today, and we watched the BBC Casanova yesterday. I have perhaps had an overdose of bittersweet and depressing this weekend.
By the way, we did pretty well. There were a couple flubs, but people didn't notice them, from what I hear. Whew. Not a bad note to go out on, really. (Particularly since that's a horrible pun. *g*)
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Date: 2006-05-01 02:30 am (UTC)It so does. It did even when I was a sophomore in Community Choir. There's just something about Brandi at night.
By the way, we did pretty well.
Y'all were amazing. I'd be proud to have that be my last concert.
Whew. Not a bad note to go out on, really. (Particularly since that's a horrible pun. *g*)
......
You appear to have been contaminated. In the future, please stay at least fifty feet away from Doc at all times.
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Date: 2006-05-01 08:03 pm (UTC)Mmmm, Brandi.
Y'all were amazing. I'd be proud to have that be my last concert.You appear to have been contaminated. In the future, please stay at least fifty feet away from Doc at all times.</i. I was making bad puns well before I knew Doc. *g*
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Date: 2006-05-02 12:41 pm (UTC)Although, "Y'all were amazing. I'd be proud to have that be my last concert.You appear to have been contaminated. In the future, please stay at least fifty feet away from Doc at all times," is kind of awesome...
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Date: 2006-05-01 05:11 am (UTC)It makes sense that music would be the first place you really feel a last; music has a more direct route to our emotions than almost anything else, I often find.
But things come back, come round, and surprise us...and they're worth it. :?)
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Date: 2006-05-01 08:04 pm (UTC)The tin dog! Hee! Oooh, tea.
It makes sense that music would be the first place you really feel a last; music has a more direct route to our emotions than almost anything else, I often find.
Perhaps...
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Date: 2006-05-01 05:45 pm (UTC)It was bittersweet, sitting in Brandi in our white shirts, getting ready to go out and knowing that this was my goodbye to Community Choir. During these last few weeks of the semester, I'm endeavoring to not think about all the lasts that are happening to me, but this one definitely got to me.
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Date: 2006-05-01 08:06 pm (UTC)