The Red Brick Times

Saturday afternoon I got a call from friends asking if we wanted to go to Blossom that evening and hear Carmina Burana with the Cleveland Orchestra. We did, and we did. The program had the libretto in both Latin and English so we could enjoy the secular, sacred and profane profundities from 13th century religious and scholarly dropouts and hippies. The Cleveleland Orchestra gave a stupendous performance. The adult and children's choruses were stellar, the soloists were ecstatic (the soaring soprano parts tore one's heart out), and myriad families spent the entire time stuffing various foods into sulky and noisome children's mouths to vainly try and prevent them from evoking the vegetable-throwing unwashed throngs that were the bane of the Globe at Shakespeare's performances as well. The lawn at Blossum is an egalitarian stew of Yuppy wishfullness bang up against bags of empty Evian bottles and Chateau de Pampers, twenty-ought-three. I suddenly remember that "Utopia" was a word for a land created by Thomas More in his eponymous book, and meaning "no-place".
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