Back in the day I was a music connoisseur. Well, okay, I still am, it's just that I am interested in becoming a connoisseur in 230820382039 other things as well. Let's just say that one of the first professions I ever wanted was to be a singer. I pictured myself rocking out in red sequins- evening gowns, leotards, whatever, as long as it had my staple red sequins all over it!
Then the world corrupted me and society told me "hey, it's impossible to have such a glamorous career! Go for something realistic, like a doctor or a nurse." And away went my dreams of becoming a singer.
Since I was stupid enough to listen to said societal pressures, I did the next best thing- go to school for music business. That seemed reasonable, didn't it?
Well, I ended up dropping out of school after about two years (what can I say? I was an angry, rebellious punk rock chick that hated school and anything authority related). But I was introduced to a lot- including the following song that I first heard in Music History class with the teacher that told me at the end of the semester, "you are a camaro with four flat tires!!" (I humored him by chiming in, "in the garage with a sheet over it.. right!?!?")
Dido and Aeneas. Dido's Lament. Love tragedy romance <3 <3 <3 Kind-of your typical opera theme, but whatever- this song is beautiful. I've always fantasized about this being my suicide song (but don't worry- I don't plan to check out anytime soon. It's just fantasy. Imagination! It's healthy, remember?)
PS- Janet Baker effing rules
(I wonder when my roommates are going to stomp into my room and yell at me for playing this song on repeat 23890232 times).
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