Monday, February 28, 2011

Rite of Spring

Stravinsky's masterpiece ballet was a big controversial hit back in Paris in the early 1900's. And it wasn't just because the music is kinda weird and primitive.

The denouement of the performance is when the main character dances herself to death in sacrifice to the gods of the Underworld, in order that Spring may once again return.

Is this, in some archetypal way, the reason why I'm drawn back to Death Valley every February? To ride myself to death in order to appease some Vernal pantheon? When I get home, warm weather typically follows close behind. Hmmm...

Well, I didn't quite die this time, but I assume the Furies, after hitting me with so many rights that I was begging for a left (be careful what you ask for), decided to let me go - for now.

See you next year. Sucker.

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