april downpours
Apr. 23rd, 2011 06:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnozomi I hate April, because it's the beginning of the school year, exhausting, burdensome, distracting, lengthy. And I resent hating April, because it's my birthday month, and it used to be the month when the long haul through the winter was over and summer vacation came in sight. That's what I get for living in Japan.
I set out from work today at a reasonable hour, in the middle of pouring rain, to hear a chamber music concert in downtown Osaka. Didn't get there until the second half; it turned out to be held in the Central Electricity Club, one of the beautiful old buildings dating to the twenties or thirties, which miraculously survived not only the Osaka firebombings but the subsequent decades of anti-esthetic urban renewal. The music was Mozart, the Clarinet Quintet, one of my all-time favorites, especially with a good clarinetist which this one was. It wasn't that kind of broadened-out clarinet sound which is almost more like a sax, but there were no unnecessary sharp edges either: a lovely sound like Haagen-Dazs strawberry ice cream. The first movement in particular was all singing and sweet explosions, relieving me of the mood which has been with me for the past few weeks--"Something terrible is going to happen and it's only a matter of time"--and making me think momentarily "Yes, and something wonderful might happen, too."
I set out from work today at a reasonable hour, in the middle of pouring rain, to hear a chamber music concert in downtown Osaka. Didn't get there until the second half; it turned out to be held in the Central Electricity Club, one of the beautiful old buildings dating to the twenties or thirties, which miraculously survived not only the Osaka firebombings but the subsequent decades of anti-esthetic urban renewal. The music was Mozart, the Clarinet Quintet, one of my all-time favorites, especially with a good clarinetist which this one was. It wasn't that kind of broadened-out clarinet sound which is almost more like a sax, but there were no unnecessary sharp edges either: a lovely sound like Haagen-Dazs strawberry ice cream. The first movement in particular was all singing and sweet explosions, relieving me of the mood which has been with me for the past few weeks--"Something terrible is going to happen and it's only a matter of time"--and making me think momentarily "Yes, and something wonderful might happen, too."
