Love

Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy.
That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody's business.
What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy if anything can.

Thomas Merton (1915 - 1968)
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Evening at the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra

I bought tickets to go hear Handel's Messiah at the ASO with Owen.  There were only two nights of performances and we were lucky enough to get some nice balcony seats for tonight.  We both dressed up nice.

Owen asked if I would wear a dress, so I found one dress suitable for winter and layered up with tights, boots and a long sweater!

He even put gel in his hair so he would be extra handsome! :)

We had a good view of all the musicians and the choir members on stage, but I think Owen might have liked it better if we had been closer for him to see the instruments being played.  We were all the way at the top!

 The second violist is Paul Murray, sitting just to the left of the harpsicord and has white hair.  He is a friend of one of the bloggers I follow and I had wanted to meet him afterwards to say hello.  But Owensk was very tired by the end of the performance and just wanted to go home.  I don't blame him.  It was two hours past his bedtime!

Owen fell asleep during the second half and missed my favorite part of Handel's Messiah with the Hallelujah chorus.  He didn't much care for the music and said the only good part about the night was intermission when he got to eat the brownie I brought for him.  :)

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Maroon 5 - Makes Me Wonder

I just bought their new CD this weekend and popped it in the car while I was driving the kids around. They paid no attention to the first track, but Makes Me Wonder came on next. Immediately, Chloe's head was bobbing with the beat and her hands were bouncing in front of her. Same movement as raising the roof, but just pushing it out from her chest. Owen calls it "Chloe's song" and asks me to play it over and over so he can watch his sister dance in her car seat.

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