Tonight was the Rochester Musical Fireside. What is a fireside? You might picture me sitting around the fireplace, blanket over my legs, cup of joe in resting in my lap, and the phonograph playing from the corner of the room. No. That is not a fireside according to Mormon lingo. So what is a fireside? I doubt there is a canonized definition of the term, but I think most Mormons would describe a fireside to be any kind of churchy activity held in the chapel that is not a “church service.” Does that make sense?
So the fireside tonight was a music fireside. Members of the church in Rochester, at least those who go to the same church building as myself (mostly students of one form or another) had the opportunity to showcase their musical talent. Lucky for us, the Eastman School of Music attracts some pretty amazing talent, and they did not hold out on us. Some amazing trumpet, French horn, opera, piano, and the act that won in my book was a violin piece. I couldn’t keep my lips from curling up into a smile during that piece. It was like the music entered my ears, vibrated that tympanic membrane, tweaked my mallaus, stapes and incus in just the right way to jiggle my cochlea in such a way that it fired off my facial nerve which then caused the muscles in my face to contract into a smile. Sorry, what I am saying is that the music made me smile.
Music is SO important to me, to my soul. I find it very, very, very difficult to describe its importance; but I hope that in the next few months I can sort this stuff out through a few blog posts. I am setting the goal right now to dedicate at least six blog posts over the next few months to music. So let it be said, so let it be done.
To be continued…
In the mean time, check this song out. Does the guitar remind you of another song? It isn't terrible similar to this other song I'm thinking of, nor is the other song terribly popular. But wouldn't that be fun if you guessed it!
