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pallas_athena) wrote2011-03-05 12:02 pm
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Random oddness; odd randomness
Cool random things noticed recently:
A construction worker singing the High Noon theme on the job.
A guy next to me on the Tube reading a trade paperback of Straczynski's run on Thor. Before I got off, I broke the customary Tube silence and told him I liked that run too (though Simonson's really my favourite.) As I stepped off the train I noticed him smiling to himself.
Last night on my way to a concert, the lower deck of the bus was empty, so I started quietly doing a bit of warming up. Since I was about to sing French arias, I warmed up with a simple French song, Belle qui tiens ma vie. After I'd finished, the bus driver called out "You sing beautifully!" "Thanks!" I said, after a surprised pause.
After the concert, I got on the bus back to the station, and it was the same driver. He said "Oh, it's you! With the voice!" When we got to my stop, I gave him the rest of the chocolate eggs I'd brought to share backstage.
I don't know why I'm so ridiculously grateful when someone catches me singing in public and doesn't mock me. London is an abrasive city, and I think acts of kindness are more to be celebrated here than elsewhere.
Oh, and:
Current book: Heat of Fusion, a collection of stories and poems by the late, great John M. Ford. I love his writing. He's also the author of my favourite alternate-history novel, The Dragon Waiting, which I can't recommend highly enough. Seriously, even though it has the word "dragon" in the title, it's absolutely worth reading.
Most loved book: Does the Complete Works of Shakespeare count as one book? The Alexander text, for preference. I spit upon editions that don't preserve the distinction between -'d and -ed endings, and I void my bowels in the general direction of the Oxford edition.
Last book I received as a gift: a collection of sonnets celebrating the Thames, given as a freebie by the Globe Theatre bookshop.
Last book I gave as a gift: an old Punch and Judy script
Closest book: Arias for Mezzo-Soprano, G. Schirmer edition.
A construction worker singing the High Noon theme on the job.
A guy next to me on the Tube reading a trade paperback of Straczynski's run on Thor. Before I got off, I broke the customary Tube silence and told him I liked that run too (though Simonson's really my favourite.) As I stepped off the train I noticed him smiling to himself.
Last night on my way to a concert, the lower deck of the bus was empty, so I started quietly doing a bit of warming up. Since I was about to sing French arias, I warmed up with a simple French song, Belle qui tiens ma vie. After I'd finished, the bus driver called out "You sing beautifully!" "Thanks!" I said, after a surprised pause.
After the concert, I got on the bus back to the station, and it was the same driver. He said "Oh, it's you! With the voice!" When we got to my stop, I gave him the rest of the chocolate eggs I'd brought to share backstage.
I don't know why I'm so ridiculously grateful when someone catches me singing in public and doesn't mock me. London is an abrasive city, and I think acts of kindness are more to be celebrated here than elsewhere.
Oh, and:
Current book: Heat of Fusion, a collection of stories and poems by the late, great John M. Ford. I love his writing. He's also the author of my favourite alternate-history novel, The Dragon Waiting, which I can't recommend highly enough. Seriously, even though it has the word "dragon" in the title, it's absolutely worth reading.
Most loved book: Does the Complete Works of Shakespeare count as one book? The Alexander text, for preference. I spit upon editions that don't preserve the distinction between -'d and -ed endings, and I void my bowels in the general direction of the Oxford edition.
Last book I received as a gift: a collection of sonnets celebrating the Thames, given as a freebie by the Globe Theatre bookshop.
Last book I gave as a gift: an old Punch and Judy script
Closest book: Arias for Mezzo-Soprano, G. Schirmer edition.
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And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on--on--and out of sight.
London can be a gloomy city sometimes, and more people singing can only be a good thing. I've only once heard you spontaneously burst into song, but I felt very privileged to be there; it certainly filled me with delight, as the poet says.
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