After our fabulous dinner at Sage's Cafe, a few of us went down to the Brigham Young Park for a free open-air concert. I love outdoor concerts in the summer, and despite the ridiculously high temperatures, the sun was kind to us and went behind a cloud, so we could enjoy a pleasant evening and music. The artist was a locally popular singer-songwriter named Nancy Hanson, and she sang mostly folk-style. It was really nice.
Then last night, Angel and I, and my friend Cyndee went to Murray Park for a concert performed by the Murray Symphony at the Park Amphitheater. They're a community group, all amateur musicians, all unpaid, but they played their hearts out. And this despite the aforementioned ridiculously high temperatures. The program was a selection of music from the movies, some older (music from "The Sea Hawk", an old Errol Flynn movie), some more recent (music from Forrest Gump), and some from Broadway (Les Miz, and a suite from Richard Rodgers). It was great. My favorite was the older gentleman, a percussionist responsible for the cymbal crashes. He just had the biggest grin on his face, feeling the pure joy of crashing those cymbals together. By the time it was all over it was dark, and the fireflies were out in force, lighting up in rhythm to the music.
I've talked before about how much I love the outdoor concerts, the way they bring the community together, and how it makes me feel a part of things. It's the best part of summer for me.
Then last night, Angel and I, and my friend Cyndee went to Murray Park for a concert performed by the Murray Symphony at the Park Amphitheater. They're a community group, all amateur musicians, all unpaid, but they played their hearts out. And this despite the aforementioned ridiculously high temperatures. The program was a selection of music from the movies, some older (music from "The Sea Hawk", an old Errol Flynn movie), some more recent (music from Forrest Gump), and some from Broadway (Les Miz, and a suite from Richard Rodgers). It was great. My favorite was the older gentleman, a percussionist responsible for the cymbal crashes. He just had the biggest grin on his face, feeling the pure joy of crashing those cymbals together. By the time it was all over it was dark, and the fireflies were out in force, lighting up in rhythm to the music.
I've talked before about how much I love the outdoor concerts, the way they bring the community together, and how it makes me feel a part of things. It's the best part of summer for me.
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