Went to see the Toronto Symphony Orchestra. Oh how mine elitist soul have become the philistine, in the gallows of that which channel the Renaissance. I enjoyed it very much. My friend invited me last minute. I bused downtown by myself (I was crying and I pee'd myself) and met him at the show, with his other friend and her mom. It was pretty nice, being the youngest person in the building. It'd be a great place to go when I get a mid-life crisis.
The actual symphony itself was really good. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. The first time I went to one of these shows I felt it was okay, sort of an interesting experience in a novelty sort of way, like how white people go to Japan and dress up in kimonos and shit. But this time, I was just completely blown away. I started the day poorly, waking up early, sleep-deprived, having to go run some errands to no avail, having to redo them on another date. I was feeling dejected and frustrated. However, sitting through the pieces, I felt I was fully embracing the emotion and feeling of those horns and strings (I don't know the name of instruments, okay?). It was so moving, the only way I could describe it is with the use of flowery pretentious phrases and clichés. The music chased away my anxiety and fears - it comforted me. One part was so soothing, I fell asleep, I woke up, and thought "damn, that was so moving". I feel that falling asleep during something should not count as a strike against any show's favour, one can sleep through anything provided they don't have enough sleep. In this case, it was for the orchestra as I dreamt I was the conductor, that was awesome.
Man, I feel so reinvigorated, rediscovering something so badass.
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