Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Wordless Wednesday: Madrigals
I can explain. I woke up this morning thinking about my son in college, wondering what he was doing and what I was doing 25 years ago in November of my freshman year. Somehow this memory came to me: practicing for Madrigals. My college used to put on several nights of Christmas Madrigal Dinners for the community, and for a couple of years I was in the roaming recorder ensemble. That's a bass recorder I'm holding, not a hookah pipe.
All I can say, when I look back on this, is what a strange thing for me to have done. I wasn't in the music or theatre departments. I didn't get paid. I think the singers/performers mainly ignored the roaming musicians, so we were just like serfs. Well, modern-day college serfs, anyway.
That's all I can say. This falls under the "what was I thinking?" category of my life. I bet you have a few of those, too.