Golden key of glory (and Weller for your Valentine)

I like this key.

So I made Valentine's Day dinner with Sarah, our sitter, after taking Z to violin (Sarah took O to drum lesson), while David was off observing rehearsal for spring show #2. Not, perhaps, the most outstandingly romantic of evenings. (And as I said after Tuesday, we are just past the midway point of the difficult Season of the Outreach Tour.) However, it is romantic in a way, for what better expression of the love we have sustained for more than 18 years than to have everyone invested in their art. (And me? I wrote in the morning, and then I cooked.)

At violin I was thinking for the zillionth time how much I like violin pieces in D major (and there are so many of them ... the Beethoven concerto, for instance, and both the gavotte Z is working on, as well as a Bach piece her orchestra is learning) and wondering why that is. Perhaps you know music theory better than I and this is no surprise to you. But I finally went and looked it up ... all the way to Wikipedia ... and did you know? The open strings (tuned GDAE) on a violin resonate sympathetically with the open D, producing a sound that is "especially brilliant. " In the Baroque period it was considered the "key of glory," and Scriabin thought was golden in color. See, no wonder I like it.

Reading: A few of those plays

Writing: Yes, trying to describe listening to trascendent jazz.

Dinner: Chicken pad thai (home made) and gluten free chocolate cake. (Sarah needs to eat gluten free, and now that she dines with us a couple nights a week, I have had to stretch out my regular omnivore food decisions.)

Soundtrack: For David. I love you so much I give you Paul Weller for Valentine's Day.



Random thing: Tonight was the first time I have seen Z hold her violin casually under her chin with no hands while concentrating on her teachers instructions. 

Oh, and I discovered my MA thesis cataloged on Google Books . Google will now proceed to devour me.

Hey, how did One Billion Rising go?

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