Seven 9s and 10s

Track:
Knee 5

Artist:
Philip Glass

Album:
Einstein On The Beach

steelopus:

Philip Glass / Robert Wilson - Einstein On The Beach - Knee 5

8:05 for August 5th

Philip Glass isn’t for everybody, but he’s a hero of mine. This is a beautiful piece of art. It is the final piece from his 5+ hour-long masterpiece. Text by Mr. Samuel Johnson.

Finally she spoke:
“Do you love me, John?” she asked.

“You know I love you, darling.” he replied.
“I love you more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my life, my sun, moon and stars. You are my everything. Without you I have no reason for being.”

Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench, their bodies touching, holding handls in the moonlight. Once more she spoke.

“How much do you love me, John?” she asked.

He answered:
“How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say. Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you.

“My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no limits, no bounds. Everything must have an ending except my love for you.”

There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight. Once more her voice was heard.

“Kiss me, John” she implored.

And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly to hers in fervent osculation.

This photo was taken from seat N49 at Toronto’s wonderful Sony Centre, where I’ll be enjoying Philip Glass’ masterpiece Einstein on the Beach*.
My seat is actually K47, which you can see three rows up and two seats over. That might be the best $152 I’ve ever spent. Commence squeeing!
*(…on Saturday, June 9th at 6pm. Hey Toronto peeps, can I crash on your couch/floor/kitchen table that night?)
This photo was taken from seat N49 at Toronto’s wonderful Sony Centre, where I’ll be enjoying Philip Glass’ masterpiece Einstein on the Beach*.

My seat is actually K47, which you can see three rows up and two seats over. That might be the best $152 I’ve ever spent. Commence squeeing!

*(…on Saturday, June 9th at 6pm. Hey Toronto peeps, can I crash on your couch/floor/kitchen table that night?)

Serious Question

Who will be joining me in Toronto on June 9th or 10th for the north american premiere of Philip Glass’ Einstein On The Beach?

Tickets go on sale this Monday, March 19th, and I plan to buy two seats immediately, because it will surely sell out quickly.

If you are interested in joining me, please let me know ASAP so we can discuss which showing works best for us.

Track:
Knee 5

Artist:
Philip Glass

Album:
Einstein On The Beach

steelopus:

Philip Glass / Robert Wilson - Einstein On The Beach - Knee 5

8:05 for August 5th

Philip Glass isn’t for everybody, but he’s a hero of mine. This is a beautiful piece of art.

This is the final piece from his 3+ hour-long masterpiece. Text by Mr. Samuel Johnson.

Finally she spoke:
“Do you love me, John?” she asked.

“You know I love you, darling.” he replied.
“I love you more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my life, my sun, moon and stars. You are my everything. Without you I have no reason for being.”

Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench, their bodies touching, holding handls in the moonlight. Once more she spoke.

“How much do you love me, John?” she asked.

He answered:
“How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say. Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you.

“My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no limits, no bounds. Everything must have an ending except my love for you.”

There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight. Once more her voice was heard.

“Kiss me, John” she implored.

And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly to hers in fervent osculation.

Happy 75th birthday to Philip Glass!