Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Salieri

I have a distinct memory from high school: on the school bus for a band trip to California, somebody wants to play the  soundtrack for the musical The Phantom of the Opera, and I can't handle it. Even at that age, the soaring romantic emotions leave me feeling heartbroken and inadequate, unable to express the music of my soul.

I can laugh about it now (Andrew Lloyd Weber! What was I thinking?) but I still occasionally feel like that 18-year old kid. Some kind of high school Salieri, dreaming of beauty and truth, but unable to even listen to beautiful music without eating my heart out.


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