millennium_park epitome of incomprehensibility (circa 2009, here's one for the park mapping plan) Sinfonia was concerned with digital melting mass in apples. Locrian appogiaturas frolicked in the aftermath of rational reasoning. The end of enlightenment loomed blooming. Flowers grew in the garden patch. Invisibility blighted recognition of Play Doh’s theory of forms; Lydian scale modes provided tritone reckonings. Bitonal bisexual bisections of bilingual biker gangs loomed large over the landscape of antebellum Montreal. In the midst of atonality, licorice sticks flourished. Tuning forks speculated crocus wagers how much wages would Peter pickle in peppers. Plenitude upon plenitude, pile upon tumultuous pile, suggested sugary flower clouds blew the blooms of ages upon the strewn highway. After the earthen leather pallet, kitchen daughters dangerously hid, giggling in the gathering gloom. Ninth symphonies expectorated synods of Presbyterian piety, jujubes of Jewish music directors, and gaggles of atonal agnostics. Concert in Millennium Park, Dorval Italian symphony: sinfonia. So expected, Lydian appoggiaturas clashing Locrian ladylike tritone reckoning. In the aftermusic of rational reasoning bitonal bisexual bisections, bilingual biker gangs, fragmented Forces fairytaled antebellum Montreal. We are BFF for FM 98.5. Felix Mendelssohn, felix culpa! Sinfonia Nove, Sinfonia Nova! Beethoven and Antonin’s New World. Ninth symphonies expectorated synods of Presbyterian piety, jujubes of Jewish violinists, and gaggles of atonal agnostics. Such sp/it is BFfamily. And on Canada Day, “O Canada” increasingly harmonized with fireworks, I felt we were stars and not a nation. We are family! We are family! (Nous sommes partis d’une famille for hot dogs on St. Jean-Baptiste) but a concerted radiorchestrated effort wrecks expectations 98.5%. La musique classique, la plus belle musique du monde... 131120 ... nr my friend joked that if i don't find a place to stay, i can just sleep beside the bean. i joked that i'd wake up to my reflection being all distorted, and scream. let's hope none of this actually happens. 161101 ... e_o_i ...So I think the impetus for this sketch was Julia and I biking to the park? Bisexual biker gang, yeah? Except "bilingual" is a stretch. And bitonal not enough of one. MULTI-tonal. These days. I need to more flexibly codeswitch from surreal to realism, right? That's one thing I think I could do more flexibly, writing-wise, when I was younger. (I could never curl my back much, so if yoga_in_the_park in la_fontaine_park were pushed years back, it wouldn't be a stretch to say it would be a stretch.) 220703 ... e_o_i Wait, it was a mix of things. The time I heard Mendelssohn's Italian Symphony wasn't when I biked there with Julia. I don't think it was the time I was working for THE GOVERNMENT either, that being the government of Dorval, arts and crafts edition, but I was also in that park and there was a concert. I wasn't technically working that evening but I decided to go hear the music and help set up the chairs. During the concert, I was writing random thoughts in my notebook instead of socializing even though I'd chosen to sit among colleagues. The outgoing one: Oh, hey Kirsten! Why are you here? Me: I don't know, I like classical music. Later: The O.O.: What are you writing about? Me: Drug dealing. O.O.: What, really? Me: No. O.O.: I was kidding too. (Peeks at my notebook anyway.) (18-19: the time you think you're an adult, but if you look back on it, most people still act like kids.) 220703 ... e_o_i And Friday going with Lia and dogs, more for the walk than for getting overpriced snacks just because Canada turned 155. Partly to see the crowd and what tents/objects/events were there, what changed and stayed the same from 2019. But we did get the snacks - $6 fries, $6 gelato (shared). I would have liked to hear more music from the temporary stage, to bask in the vibe, but a makeshift international supper called us back: spätzle, Hungarian goulash, Persian salad. 220703 what's it to you? who go blather from