Today, I discovered that not only does Kidz Bop still exist, but that I dislike pop songs even more when they cover them. I had become so convinced that it wouldn’t be possible to hate LMFAO any more than I already do.
However, everyone in my house is on a major classical music kick, so it was nice to come home to a house where Bach was being blasted in the kitchen.
(I reject out of hand the notion that classical music should only be played quietly. When you go to the symphony, you don’t find yourself wishing for a hearing aid to help you distinguish the first violin, and I have no desire to make my house sound like a doctor’s waiting room with the radio turned to some bad classical music station.)
In the spirit of sharing good music, please enjoy these amazing NPR Tiny Desk Concerts.
Hilary Hahn (This one is my favorite, and her CDs were the whole reason I played violin as a child.):
Charlie Siem (I must admit that I spent most of this video looking at the pink nail polish on his left pinky and admiring his amazing left-handed pizzicato.):
Yo-Yo Ma, Edgar Meyer, Chris Thile And Stuart Duncan (I would listen to Yo-Yo Ma tuning his cello, he’s that amazing.):
Gil Shaham (I love Gil Shaman’s facial expressions and the obvious joy with which he plays–it’s infectious!):
In other news, I spent most of today in complete astonishment of how tired I was. Then, I discovered that at some point last night, I woke up and wrote well over a thousand words of what appears to be a very incoherent recollection of playing in the Hippo Park on New York’s Upper West Side at the age of three. I have no memory of doing this. However, judging by the number of times Max leapt out of bed to try to capture a very annoying moth (which I killed this morning by throwing a ball at the ceiling), I’m not surprised that I was apparently woken up for several hours. And writing is certainly preferable to sending people very long and strange text messages or deciding to take a shower and instead falling asleep on the bathmat (something I seem to do at least once a week). I also feel it is necessary to point out that none of these things were done under the influence. I neither drink nor imbibe any caffeine other than what is found in chocolate.
In other, other news, I got to spend the afternoon reading the names of Crayola crayon colors to an adorable three-year-old. We had a very interesting discussion about different hues and exactly what asparagus is (and yes, I did squash my initial impulse to say that while the tips are nice, the stalk is the spawn of the devil). Then, we pretended to be dogs and had a puppy freeze-dance party. Have I recently mentioned how much I love children? Because I do. So much.
As always, you can also find me on tumblr at http://emleng93.tumblr.com/, if, you know, you’re into that kind of thing.