08.06.11

This weekend we experienced the best kind of musical fusion at an Arlo Guthrie-NSO concert. The sound of some of the most popular folk songs backed by a powerful orchestra was simply amazing. Naturally, for the last 48 hours, I’ve been trying my best to relive so many of those moments—the point in the concert when Guthrie sang Charlie Chaplin’s poem to his wife, the sound of falling rain outside as Time for Three played a jazz piece from New Orleans, the perfect amount of breeze that blew through Wolftrap as Guthrie sang “Goodnight Irene”—all to no avail. It’s simply impossible to hold on to a moment, and I know that in time I’ll forget the way I felt that night. I also know that new, equally magical experiences will replace this one, but until then I’ll mourn the passing of one helluva night!