Music and the moon
Montreal, Canada.
Setting foot outside the bus terminal, the air was crisp and cold. It seemed easier to breathe; it was peak hour in the city but it was as if the snow a few days ago had laid a blanket of calm - there were many people about but they seemed to be content. I fumbled for a dime for a man who said he needed just that to have enough money for a bus ticket home. It was good to be back.
I spent the whole of last Thursday at the MFA and didn't manage to see everything, probably because I was in the musical instruments collection for at least an hour. It wasn't a big room, but I guess I am revealing my true self and my origins, when I admit to reading every single description card and looking at each instrument in detail. The collection included prototypes for instruments as we know them today. I longed to make a sound on the glass flute or play a Bach on the clavichord; it seemed an injustice to have such precious instruments locked away behind glass cases, never again to be played.
These couple days, I have been keeping a little more quiet, trying to be a little more focused, having many books I want to read and many words I would like to write. Honestly though, perhaps I am merely recuperating from the hectic schedule of the week just past ...
This made me laugh tonight: Conspiracy theorists, you have a problem. In an effort to silence claims that the Apollo moon landings were faked, European scientists are to use the world's newest and largest telescope to see whether the spacecraft are still on the lunar surface.
Ho-hum.
Posted by sniffles at November 25, 2002 11:41 PM