And so, correspondingly, did the ruckus.
The result of which is that your correspondent, sitting on her couch, eating raw broccoli and pistachios - as one does - is having difficulty condensing two thrilling, fun-filled, event-packed hours into one small and modest post.
One of our number expressed it best I think when, after pausing briefly to catch breath, she managed: "Sorry…thoughts…everywhere…" Shortly after which she fell off her chair. So you see what I mean.
There was our ethereal soundscape of a scale (some have likened it to the sound of a choir of drunken monks). 5 independent voices, utterly untethered by the confines of tonality, forging utterly new paths. "Do"? Where we're going, we don't need "do"…
There was a brief discussion on whether or not it would be cool to be able to sing 2 notes at a time.
"It would be cool!"
"No. Not cool. That's a disease. I never want to get it."
"But it would be cool!"
"Once after I was sick I had it for 2 weeks. It was not cool."
"Did you get it from singing Wagner?"
"No, it wasn't Wagner, it was a virus, and it was NOT COOL!"
"…I still think it would be cool…"
There was the general consensus that pigs do belong in condos
(that is, if they are going to live in houses at all) and that if they are going to have German accents, they should start with them, and not adopt them mid-song. I mean, vat ees up vis zat?
It's just not very Gesamtkunstwerk.
Vishing you a very heppy Wagner's birsday, and a lovely week, until next time!
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