March is coming in like a lamb, maybe it will go out like a lion. Lots of hysteria about drought is brewing, but who knows? The weather is crazy, so the parameters of rain could be screwed up as well.
Some of my friends and I saw Handel's "Samson" last night. It was well done, though the tenor wasn't in full voice. It was not staged, but still powerful. I liked the lyrics and the music is sublime. It was long, and walking from the car there and back was a contrast in generations. College kids, ambulances, shouting, globs of people and us old ladies merrily winding our way around the huddled masses. None of us are normally near campus at night, so we forget there is a lively world a mile away from us.
Poor Delilah, like Eve she gets a bad rap for a simple little haircut. Why can't the boys in the Bible take responsibility for their actions? Though there is no true story, if there was I bet it would be a teeny bit more complicated. Who was pressuring Delilah? What threats was she under?
At least Handel makes them more in love and tormented with longing. And the Philistines being the chorus is delightful, as, near the end, their singing becomes cries and catastrophe and death. Oops, there goes the chorus again, oops there goes...
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