Last night, Dan and I went to hear Classical Mystery Tour , a Beatles cover band that played alongside the San Francisco Symphony. It was a trip. I swear, the whole time I was there, I was blogging. I didn't take a single note, but every new thing that happened was getting filed away as: oh my, I need to blog this. I love live music, even when it's not very good. I love getting caught up in the whole event of a performance, in the enormous bravery it takes to stand in front of people and play music for them. I was spoiled in undergrad with a wealth of opportunities to hear live music in cafes most nights of the week. It wasn't always good, but it was always earnest, and sometimes it was really, really good. San Francisco's live music scene isn't as easy to navigate. If it's free, then it's painfully crowded. Oftentimes when it's not free, it is also painfully crowded. If it's not free, it can be quite expensive, which makes me inclined to
"In the midst of winter I found in me an Invincible Summer." - Camus ...On exploring strength in its many forms: strong people, strong writing, strong curiosity, obsessions, stances, and loves. Strength as a concept wide enough to encompass fear, truth, vulnerability, and joy.