If music be the food of love...

"Play on" if you're a fan of Shakespeare; "Sing on," if you're a fan of PMEA District 9 Chorus 2003. Both have great meaning to me, so...yeah.

I'm taking a brief break from my regularly scheduled NaNoWriMo-ing to visit my blog. I had a lovely realization this evening on my ride home from choir, and I felt the need to comment on it.

I never officially participated in PAI, but I am starting to understand that "Art is a bond." Side note: Let's face it; if I had gone to PAI, the only thing that would have happened would have been that my love for a certain then long-haired choir director would have gotten a shot at an earlier start. Thus, not so sad that I never had a bajillion dollars to cough up for that program.

But I digress.

"Art is a bond." Looking back over all of my friendships, past and present, I realized that the strongest and longest lasting friendships I have had have all been forged in music or theater. "Art is a bond." I have this feeling that it's the music that's been keeping us connected for all these years.

I listened to some District Chorus pieces on the car ride home, and, as bad as I now realize they are (let's face it; I'm a grown-up choir girl now in a grown-up choir that can actually cut off together...most of the time), I can't help but smile. I still remember most of the words, and I still remember some of the notes, but it's really the people that made the music come alive. And at the same time, it was the music that made us come alive for each other. I always try to look towards the future and welcome growth and change, but if this is the stuff I'm going to get nostalgic for every now and then, I couldn't ask for anything better.

To those of you who read this and were there: you understand.