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| | The Merry Month of May
Exaltation — It's a stately word
often reserved for kings and queens, but not a word to be tossed around by
peasants like us. Tradition has reserved
this word for those elite few with enormous wealth and far-reaching power, but
for some of us, there comes a time when tradition must be broken. Exaltation of the self occurs when one
has reached a state of intense
well-being yielded by his or her own noble efforts, not by gaining power, nor
by inheriting a fortune from the deceased, nor by buying a flashy overpriced
home in an expensive city.
Needs Water
Daily
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Kiss Me in My Garden |
This exaltation of the self is happening to me, and I cannot
hold it in any longer! As my month of
May progressed, I began to realize just how rapturous and content I was
feeling. I began to reach this kind of happiness sometime toward the end of
last year, and I can truly declare that I feel more enriched than ever
before. This state of being is mostly a
product of my several passions— classical music, true-to-life friends,
flying, writing, and above all else,
a very healthy lifestyle.
I have spent the last seven years in San
Francisco like a fish out of water, rejecting the
shallow status-based culture which abounds in most world-class cities. I rejected the premise that one must own an
expensive house and a nice car to "fit in" with the affluent gay
scene. Many, if not most, San Franciscans are wound
up in this thirst for status, especially in the gay scene. I only needed to dig a little deeper into
these easily-unraveled social circles to realize just how phony and ridiculous
they really were.
I found that drug abuse and personal turmoil was so
prevalent that I could hardly meet anyone who wasn't connected to that morbid
trio of clubbing, drugs, and less-than-safe sex. Even so-called physicians, attorneys, and
grad students were part of this self-destructive culture, which was just
surreal to me. I tossed these lost souls
aside and slowly discovered a very endearing network of genuine people who now
make my life complete.
I have remained true to myself through my entire thirty-six
years on this Earth, and for that, I have finally been rewarded. As I have stated many times in the past, it
is now my duty to carry others through tumultuous times, to help them discover
their true selves, and to help them learn how to love the world around them.
I hope that I have helped to lift a few spirits over the
years, and you can be well-set that I will always have something inspiring for
you with each visit! Now that I've
either totally enthralled you (or completely bored you), here's what happened
last weekend, and what's supposed to happen this weekend...
Last weekend, my good friend, the composer John Bilotta took
several of us to the premier of another one of his recent works. It's always refreshing to hear a piece of
music brought to life for the first time... few other experiences measure up to
it! Afterward, we celebrated with tea
and coffee cake. I spent most of Sunday
tending to my garden, and I figured I would share a few photos of our lush
little hideaway. And to keep that anticipation dragging on and on (from that last post), I had a very fun and rather messy encounter, which you'll just have to read about in a protected entry on Monday. 
This weekend, I am going to attend a concert at the San
Francisco Symphony, of course! This
week's guest musicians are the Labeque sisters, a piano duo from Paris,
and all concerts this weekend are sold-out.
John (my composer friend) kindly gave me two tickets for the best seats
in the hall so that I wouldn't miss them.
I offered the second seat to a recent acquaintance, but he will be stuck
working at Zuni Cafe through the evening, which just begs the next question...
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Vingt Doigts
(Twenty Fingers)
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The Labeque Sisters and the San Francisco
Symphony
Haydn Symphony No. 98
Mozart Concerto for Two Pianos
Poulenc Concerto for Two Pianos
Ravel La Valse
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