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ffloThat's a line I really like from a song called "Pompeii" done by a small group in our latest chorus concert, last night and the night before (with a seemingly endless week of prep before that). 2 of the 4 singers sing that line, twice in a row, three times during the song. They're people who died and were "preserved" in the lava of Vesuvius, with the song imagining their thoughts.
It's an oddball number for sure. Part of a show of songs about nature. We dressed like kids for it. That was fun, but hard to decide on, costume-wise, as much of my wardrobe fits the bill for that look.
Today I am all fried. Gotta do the payroll and get the trash out. Not sure it was such a great idea to go to the afterparty last night with the gang, ditching my mask to eat & all, but who knows. I'm going to try to be an optimistic about it.
See, that line's funny, thinking of those two Pompeiians wondering how they might possible retain their optimism while about to be covered in rolling fire & turned to ash & then stone. If that's how that happened. But the line could go both ways--- it could be a line from an inveterate optimist who is unusually challenged by a particularly bleak situation (such as I suppose this context is suggesting) or it could be a line from a person who struggles not to worry ahead of facts but likes when she can pull off optimism, and is asking herself, as she routinely does, someuimes in vain, how she can be an optimist about this.
It's an oddball number for sure. Part of a show of songs about nature. We dressed like kids for it. That was fun, but hard to decide on, costume-wise, as much of my wardrobe fits the bill for that look.
Today I am all fried. Gotta do the payroll and get the trash out. Not sure it was such a great idea to go to the afterparty last night with the gang, ditching my mask to eat & all, but who knows. I'm going to try to be an optimistic about it.
See, that line's funny, thinking of those two Pompeiians wondering how they might possible retain their optimism while about to be covered in rolling fire & turned to ash & then stone. If that's how that happened. But the line could go both ways--- it could be a line from an inveterate optimist who is unusually challenged by a particularly bleak situation (such as I suppose this context is suggesting) or it could be a line from a person who struggles not to worry ahead of facts but likes when she can pull off optimism, and is asking herself, as she routinely does, someuimes in vain, how she can be an optimist about this.
