GPOY - Before (May 2009) and After (May 2012) edition.

“Sorry, fellas … I’m afraid you’re just too darn loud.”
I know I “sound like an old man” but it’s hard for me to enjoy live “popular” music because it’s always too loud.
When I go to a live performance, I want the sound quality to improve, not the amplitude to increase.
I once thought Beethoven’s 4th was dull.
I guess that’s what happen when you’re chronologically sandwiched between two of the greatest symphonies of all time.
GPOY - Before (April 4th, 2011) and After (April 4th, 2012) edition
It may have taken me 27 years, but I finally feel like a person.
Bluegrass music but I know nothing about it.
I suppose I should change that, any good bluegrass tumblrs I should be aware of?
and neurological disorders fascinate me. 60 Minutes just did a story on prosopagnosia (face blindness) that included the neuroscientist Oliver Sacks, who has face blindness.
I think this fascination stems from learning I am red-green color blind when I was 10. Learning you perceive the world differently (flawed even) has a far greater effect than the deficiency itself (which is only learned of through a test).
Face blindness, on the other hand, would be far more confusing.
for the first time in a long time (if ever).
The weather is perfect. I just had an incredible weekend seeing the most awe-inspiring performance. And I now weigh 100 pounds less than I did three years ago.
I’m finally at a point where I don’t just see myself as thinner/better but as good. (A difficult feat for a relativist). I no longer go to the gym because I have an overwhelming sense of guilt but because I actually want to.
Also, I’m very happy with my facial hair.
It’s been a long, long time since a performance has given me chills, let alone continual chills. Don Giovanni was phenomenal!
I find I can’t truly understand something unless I experience it live. The difference between watching a DVD of an opera and being at The Met is night and day.
Bryn Terfel was Leporello (who is obviously the best character) but watching it live, I discovered how beautiful Don Ottavio’s arias are (performed by Matthew Polenzani).
Poor Don Ottavio. He’s the most honorable/devoted man in the entire opera but he just can’t get laid. If only he got injured like Masetto.
I love the subtlety of Don Giovanni.
