Another storm is heading our way. What an awesome winter this is!
Last night was also awesome. Steve's quartet and their coach met at our house, and I got to listen to three hours of an excellent coach working with an excellent quartet. I didn't think a barbershop quartet could do justice to "Bridge Over Troubled Water", but they did. I could hear the emotion (and see it, for that matter), which is what moves me. The barbershop chords? Not so much. But they weren't punishing my ears by insisting on loud chords. The music was the foundation on which the message was sent. And for me, the message is a higher priority than the musical messenger, though, of course, the messenger must be good enough to not bring attention to itself in a negative way. So as I sat there, listening and watching the ripples of gentleness and strength emanating from them, I noticed that I was touching my own painful memories and allowing the music to soothe them.