Last weekend I was enjoying a Sarah McLachlan marathon, this weekend it was Kenny Wayne Shepherd and any other blues/rock I could locate.
While indulging in the music that I love, I started thinking about the "gold old JW days", and I remembered listening to the Rite of Spring by Stravinsky, as well as many other classical works when I was younger.
I was transported to a magical, mythical place, and I would frequently put together my own dance routines to accompany the music (since I wasn't allowed to go to dance class).
Then came the "warnings" from Brooklyn about the pagan themes surrounding many classical works. The Rite of Spring was specifically mentioned as one that could turn the good JW into a foaming, demon-inhabited monster.
Destroyers of dreams, creators of the mundane--how could I have allowed them to strip my life of all the beautiful things?