I haven’t followed my father into oblivion – at least, not yet. I have been (pre)occupied with grown-up things (translation: dull, yet stressful) mostly, but still found a way to have a little bit of fun.
Brought to you by the letter “O” and other letters that just sound like it, the little bit of fun:
– The Turner, Whistler, Monet exhibit at the AGO: Perfection. A visual feast. Extra credit: first time I had looked at Turner’s paintings without my father and I didn’t cry. Go, Me!
– Wilco, live and in person. An unforgettable evening. Jeff Tweedy is so geeky in real life – he looks like a substitute English professor at a community college – that he’s utterly charming. And his voice is magic. Hearing him sing “I Am Trying to Break Your Heart” live is a dream come true.
– The Cocteau exhibit: Almost an assault on the senses, film sculpture, drawings, music, poetry. Beautifully arranged, no expense spared, and lit low, so you felt as if you were in a dream – the best way to appreciate the works.
Now back to faux grown-up, real reality.
PS Will the Olympics ever be over?