cincinnati

When I was a kid my parents had a subscription to the Saint Louis Symphony and I quickly became indoctrinated to the all-so-civilized world of Bach, cocktails at intermission, and polite applause. Often the music itself was so soothing that before long my eyelids became heavy and I sank deeper and deeper into my cushy, red seat.

I would dream that I was in one of those British period dramas. Sitting up in my box. Nodding down in approval. Peering through opera glasses. Turning to my cultured friends and smiling knowingly, “This is the shit.”