So the concert went well, thanks very much and even garnered some high, local praise. The ensemble ended up with a pretty good sound, as well as the confidence to pull off the Paert, a challenging work for even the very best of vocal groups. Overall, it was a rewarding experience, some of which I thought was really stellar. Eric, the director and, formerly, a fellow UA choral conducting grad student of mine, was poised, friendly and committed to his artistic vision. And he's easy on the eye.
But oh, it was a tiring gig. I'm glad it's over, so that I can either catch up with people, episodes of Life and My Own Worst Enemy on Hulu, or blog reading in the evenings. I'll get there.
This morning, Homer took me to his most recent archaeological dig site, which is located only a few blocks from the casita, and showed me the excavations they had done. As I have mentioned before, the area we live in, at the base of "A" Mountain, is also where the earliest occupants of the area lived well over a thousand years ago. Homer and his crew unearthed many ancient dwellings dating centuries apart.
First we drove up "A" Mountain to get an aerial shot of the site.
It's odd for me to think that I'm walking around on a site where, way back in Year 8 AD, other people were doing the same thing as me, only in a pre-Modern context. We are all simply living life, wending our way through this limited amount of time we have on the planet. We're no other than the grasshopper, right? We can just make it more fun.
What were they like, I wonder, those ancient humans? Would they be as other-worldly and hesitantly intriguing in person as they are in history-book texts? Would they laugh with me? Invite me to a meal? Or would they just kill me on sight?