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Monday, December 10, 2007

ah the music of life

my ears were massaged this weekend.

since friday i havent been able to catch a breath. friday night school holiday party on the marco polo yacht. it was a blast. the unique part was we cruised the east river from the statue of liberty to above the 59th street bridge listening and dancing to music. the company was great and the dancing eclectic, we a truly a multi cultured faculty. many brought their ipods loaded with their music to share on the sound system of the yacht.

saturday was dec 8 and for me that means strawberry field to celebrate the genius of john lennon. i went to a matinee to see cymbeline at the vivian beaumont theater in lincoln center. it was a masterfully staged and gloriously performed performance. the costuming exquisite, the staging simple, the acting superb and moving. just as winter's tale had me tearing when i saw jeremy irons in the title role, this one had me tearing in the last scene as it cascaded to a beautiful conclusion. cloten and iachimo were brilliant in their villainy. i reflected on the fact that shakespeare two most evil charcaters, iago and iachimo, both mean james in italian. this fascinates me as shakespeare has to have been close to king james, otherwise why else would he have been able to do this, just as he had to write henry viii after elizabeth died. the music of shakespeare's prose not poesy rang loud and clear in its clarity about life and redemption. certainly an contrary story and outcome from king lear, with ian mcclellan, a play we will see at the end of the month while in london. (Prithee, nuncle, keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to lie.)

after the performance a sober visit to strawberry field.

sunday, saw august rush. what a fabulously feel good movie. williams was brilliant in his evil and the boy playing august was superb and magical. it was all about the music.

the theme of the weekend was music and the power it has in our lives. be it the music of our cultures to move our feet, the music of shakespeare, the music of lennon, or the music of life to gather us together. my ears had a feast this weekend.

and it will continue as i see and hear neil young on thursday and the clan currie society's pipes of christmas on sunday.

If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

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