If you haven't yet listened to the slowed-down crickets video, I encourage you to do so. To explain, it's two tracks laid one atop the other, the first of crickets in real-time, the second of the same cricket songs slowed waaaaay down. A kind of cricket collage, if you will.
When I played this at work today, E. (our opera singer) was so moved she had to leave the room. There was no shortage of tears; it's tremendously powerful. For balance, I played it for G., the seven-foot resident abstract painter, who promptly labeled it "satanic". Hrmph. He's a guy.
But not to be outdone, I quickly slapped my own label on it.
"Satantric," I said.
Put that in your own personal hell and condemn it.
All in good nature, of course.
We laugh a lot.
The musical continued to flow, with this virtual choir (suggested by E.) of 2,052 voices, conducted by Eric Whitacre:
(And yes, we were working.)
To round things out at the end of the workday, I played this with the volume at full-crank:
Isn't there a rule prohibiting Mondays from being this good?
What a blessing, to do work you love in collegial company. It is the best and you are so wise to appreciate it. Hugs.
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