Just went to see Orlando… Oh man, pop doesn’t change, does it? That is if Orlando was indeed pop at the time. OK beginning, slow middle, great music and a happy ending that is completely disjointed from the rest of the performance. And why is Zoroastro the only character, whose tone has a masculine quality?
Makes me wonder whether it is my taste that is crude and I have not yet learned the vocabulary necessary to understand (like complex jazz) or if there is a reason why people accept this… or perhaps I underestimate the complexity of how hard it is to put something truly good together and Orlando, albeit occasionally entertaining, simply fell victim to time – became obsolete…
So, in all, either due to my ignorance, good taste, or both, I am not very impressed and, while I did enjoy it, pretentiously think that I could do a better job. Very pretentiously.
Having said that, sitting there listening, I was hardly bored. The music did catch my attention at times, and it did cause my mind to wonder in all sorts of places. I felt overwhelmed, as I felt like I was a kid who could only hold two things one in each hand, but was manipulating a thousand-piece puzzle – half of the time I was trying to remember what it was I was thinking about that seemed so important barely five minutes ago. My visual memory is improving, but conceptual… a sad state of affairs.
Experiment for this week: every night, do several excercises with recollection. Recollection should be:
– visual (photo)
I should also track progress to see if any improvement is seen. Again, thoughts wander back to LifeTracker, nutrition, sleep, etc. Hard to control all those variables in a young bachelor…