Waiting for Thoreau

Several months ago we purchased tickets to see Stomp through the MU Concert Series. I’ve been anticipating the show ever since.

Until last night. The show was at 7 p.m. and I got home at 4:30 p.m. exhausted and wanting nothing more than to go to sleep. But John heated up leftover soup while I tucked the chickens in for the night, and afterward I managed a fifteen minute nap.

Then back to town we went.

It was SO worth it. Watching these folks on a video is entertaining, seeing them live is an experience.

One of the things I don’t like about teaching is my exposure to noise pollution. Kids are loud; my room reverberates with sound, and I think the constant, chaotic chatter contributes to my end-of-the-day exhaustion.

Stomp was loud, the auditorium reverberated, but this wasn’t noise, this was like finding your pulse. You could feel the sound in the floor, in the seat of the chair, until the beat settled in your breastbone and matched the rhythm of your heart.

It was music.

So, today I am grateful that I have a husband who will feed me dinner, drive me to town in the dark (something I am reluctant to do myself) and settle me into a theater seat to experience something I didn’t even know I’d be disappointed to miss.