I is Arisen

The spring rebirth has rekindled my wish to be proud of my city, my symphony orchestra, and even my country.
Now, Barak Obama's speech has actually given me hope.
I realize that "hope", like "freedom" or "justice" or "love" is just a matter of the imagination.
But it feels good and if you smoke it in moderation it can make you feel better for a while.
The hangover is truly unpleasant, but.
As long as you squint your eyes a little, things can seem to be looking up.

As far as my personal, musical, hopes are concerned they remain on the ethereal plane.
Things could happen, but I have had much practice in accepting reality.
No real choice there.

And as far as the SSO is concerned;

Gathering Note

has this to say in a very astute and detailed critique of SSO's performance of
JSB's B minor Mass.

My schadenfreude is about worn out on the subject of SSO's ill treatment of myself,
so I don't really feel happy about their continuing slog through the swamp of despair
Especially since the people who screwed me are gone.

Hester

Has some very good comments about racism, prejudice, and social stratification.
With which I fully agree.
Actually, I thought everyone did until I ran into the brick wall of you know who's prejudices.

Anyway, Meredith wants my help with something, so I will bid you adieu until tomorrow