Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Beautiful Pictures

I've been on a photography kick lately. I think that now I am starting to feel like a person, the tiniest things are moving me (maybe I am just emotionally aware now I don't feel like my life is crap). I am especially drawn to the melancholic romantic vistas that make you catch your breath and feel just a bit wistful. These are not my pictures (I don't own a camera apart from my phone), but they have captivated me recently--mostly from here.

Architecture and weather. Weddings and celebrations. Food galore! Dancing and fashion. People and places. Maybe I am just dreaming of the places I'll go. . .

This entire post was luscious, but I could only put up so many and not look like I copied the entire thing! Make sure you click into it and zoom--each of the pictures is gorgeous on its own.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Odd obsessions. . .

On Saturday, I watched a documentary of Broadway through the years. It was live streaming on Netflix (which I can do via my TiVo), and hosted by Julie Andrews. I was fascinated. I truly grew up in the wrong age. The Gershwins, Irving Berlin, Cole Porter, Rogers & Hammerstein, Rogers & Hart, Jerome Kern, Bernstein--all gorgeous. Sigh. . .

After it, on Sunday, I ended up watching the 2006 revival of Sondheim's Company on Netflix (with a near-perfect Raul Esparza). The music is so lush, and he is so good as Robert. It is an odd musical written in an odd time, but I kind of love it. I've had this song in my head all day.

A lot of the songs I've heard before, but I didn't realize where they came from. This one is something I sometimes sing in my head when dealing with various family members. Or sometimes when I have to deal with "special" people in my job. Whole conversations with silly people have been tolerated with a smile because I had this song playing in my head (minus the teensy bit of salty language in this production).

The longing in some of the songs is completely heartbreaking but gorgeous. I watched an interview with Esparza where he talked about it being his favorite--or at least the best he thought he had ever done. He is incredible in it.

Many years ago, I watched a filmed version of a Bernadette Peters concert with an old roommate where Bernadette gorgeously sang the big finale song Being Alive. My roommate complained that the song wasn't good--that it just was a list and didn't go anywhere--that it was stupid. She was wrong.

The power of the song really comes from where it is staged--at the end of all the quibbles of a man's life, of the vignettes he's remembered during the course of a surprise birthday party. It is an amazing moment of realization--what it means to be in a real relationship with any person--not just having surface relationships with people. This is a little melodramatic if you haven't had to expend the emotion to get through the entire play, but I really loved it.

Yep, I've had the entire show in my head for three days now. I need to get more musical theater in my life. The last show I went to was Spamalot in New York over two years ago. That is just wrong.

I leave you with my favorite song from Company--possibly because the joy you must have to take in performing it. I really would love an excuse to perform it, but I have no idea how I could find that excuse. Heather Laws does a great version (and her diction!), but my favorite is Carol Burnett's. She is just so funny!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

The end in the beginning

Sometimes I think my life came to an end, and also began again on this date in 2002. My heart shattered. My relationships with my family deepened. I learned who my real friends were. I regretted a lot, and gave thanks for so much. Life inevitably went on, but I was never the same. Isaiah, speaking as Christ, says, "Behold I have refined thee, but not with silver, I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction" (Isaiah, 48:10). I believe I am better for it, but the cost was very great.

This year I get to miss three brothers instead of two. Sean is mightily serving his mission in Montana (well, Riverton, WY at the moment). So, I thought I would post a picture of my boys. And say, "I miss you, Nate." I wish you were here. I really could use a hug--your hug.

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