It's Wednesday night. The farmer's market at the end of the street moved in, and moved back out…the library stayed open late…people are putting out their trash cans…everything is normal…except…
Where is the mayhem?
After our triumphant performance on Saturday, we are done for the year. So here I am on a Wednesday night, all by myself…
OK, not completely.
In fact, I was back at the school again, immersed in mayhem, this time of the French kind. We were putting together a string quartet.
"@!* what a bastard!"
"Who?"
"Ravel of course!"
Ah yes. The eternal struggle between composer and performer… but he is dead, and we are on stage, so I guess you could say we have the upper hand in this one. Tomorrow night. 7 pm. We hope to stir you, inspire you, move you…
We'd love to have you. Clap on any beat you want.
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