AHHH....NOSTALGIA....

Mood:  surprised
So the other day I was driving somewhere and upon performing the usual musical selection blind grab, which consists of keeping one hand on the wheel and using the other to reach behind the seat into a bin of many, many old cassette tapes...*sounds of clattering plastic and the car horn of the person whose lane I veered into just a little*...I came across an unfamiliar tape. To solve the mystery, I popped it into the player and...was treated with an
amusing flashback. It was a tape I made on a rickety old recorder of one of Karen's and my first Sob Sisters practices, over two years ago! I had to smile as I listened, as it took me right back. Let me just make the understatement that we have come so
far! A parakeet-ial domestic dispute can be heard in the background throughout, and the tempos were much slower than they came to be. And, we were without the magic that is Miss Heels, too. It is a great thing, in all areas of life, to stop and take notice of where you've been and how far you've come, don't you think? I can't wait to play it for the girls next time we meet! And then lock it away in a reinforced safe, guarded by a small troll, deep in the earth, so that no one will ever find it! This photo was taken about that time as well...sitting on my living room couch. Egads! We were so much more serious then.
Seems like so long ago, and yesterday...all at the same time.

Here's a picture from after the event Saturday night at MassArt, where I did not, thankfully, end my cello " " 'career' " " with an injury...though I'm thinking the league should hire a staff masseuse.
Here we are standing in front of the work of Mr. Reusch, probably, if I recall, making observations about a young college boy with a semblance of a handlebar who had wandered into the room moments before.

We're terrible...