inside Rhodes

Rites of Spring was indescribable. Friday night, I danced away to Girl Talk–even at some point sacrificing the natural color of a toe for the space to gyrate along with a sweltering mass of my peers. Despite my injury and the sauna-like quality of the BCLC, I still had the greatest time ever. No, I lie. Saturday night was even better. Listening to the likes of Gin Blossoms and chomping down on some Wang’s Sesame Chicken (a favorite among my group of friends) really makes for an awesome night.

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I was already so content with Gin Blossoms that of Montreal completely robbed me of speech. And motion. And anything other than the utmost admiration. For someone who HAS to move around when listening to music, I think my placidity during of Montreal’s performance is a testament to how much I respect them. You don’t get it. My friends were alarmed when I just gazed lovingly (and immobile) at the stage. Please go listen to some of their music now. Thanks.

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Interspersed throughout the weekend, I was also rehearsing/performing a bunch of Renaissance pieces at St. Peter Catholic Church with the professional British vocal ensemble Alamire, the Rhodes Singers and the rest of the Women’s Chorus. The stark contrast between the music I was jiving to at night and the harmonies I contributed to in the daytime was most refreshing and pleasant. I always get a thrill when I see music transcend centuries just like that.

I very sneakily approached the Alamire people and asked for a quick picture. Being the awesome people I knew they were, they very quickly assented. A great looking (and talented) bunch, are they not? And I guess the Rhodes Singers/Women’s Chorus are okay, too.

*Oh, and all the Rites photos are courtesy of Courtney Church. She’s the girl farthest to the left on the last picture. Major kudos to her for picture sharing!