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Friday, March 8, 2013

copland.

The first concert I ever attended was the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra's performance of Aaron Copland's Rodeo. I was 6. And I fell in love. Tonight I heard the Utah Symphony perform Appalachian Spring. And I couldn't stop grinning. (Teared up, too, nbd.) The conductor turned the last page so tenderly that I could feel such a reverence for the music just emanating from him. It was almost as if he were paying his respects to Aaron right there. And he did him proud, too. They always say that music is another kind of language, one that touches the soul, and all that sappy stuff. But seriously. Copland gets me every time.

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