The life of a New World Symphony fellow...

It was recently the birthday of James, a bass player, and Lars, a cellist, and somebody decided to put together a party to celebrate. It was announced through a birthday song during rehearsal that there'd be a party Saturday night and a live band would be playing, so I had to check it out. In fact, after post-concert cheeseburgers with my friend, Jeremy, I climbed in bed and read a bit until I was about to fall asleep, and then I thought I should really get up and just go down there to see what it was all about. People holding their blue cups, happy on beer, and in the basement of the hotel we live in, a real live band. Haha - it was funny though. Some of the most childish boyish lyrics (about male anatomy parts if you know what I mean) but terribly hilarious, especially because the songs they played were supposed to be funny, and not serious whatsoever. So I took some pictures and then retreated peacefully to my cozy bed. But, I thought I'd post some pictures so you could see how varied these people are. At 8pm they played Ravel, Poulenc, and Berlioz, quite beautifully, and an hour later they were jamming on electric rock instruments. I absolutely love the contrast of focused beauty and passion versus reckless fun and silliness - seeing, visually, that people can have the capacity to live so broadly makes me smile, even if it is through crude lyrics and an ear-crunching banging of a trash can.

So - every now and then there's a big party, and here was one of them. And however much I thought I should have a beer and socialize, bed and my book called for me from up in my room and so, I guess perhaps next time!

Anyway - kinda useless pictures, but I hope you enjoy.