We don't 'old wit tat kulcha stuff round these parts, y'ere?

In an absolute first for our little town, the TSO decided to do an evening concert, with most of their string section and their principle trumpet. Woohoo!

I saw the flier for this on Monday and have spent the week looking for someone to go with, but of my friends down here there is Noone that I would go to a classical concert with. Things I miss about being in love; someone to share this sort of stuff with.

It also shook home how much of a fish out of water I am in this part of Tassie, even at my new work where having a brain isn't frowned upon (as long as you operate it accroding to the SOP which has been previously validated) . I love it here lifestyle wise, but it's a little frustrating in this regard sometimes.

Anyway, by the time I got to the concert I was a bit sad and emotional, so when the strings struck up to the first Rossini sonata, I nearly burst into tears, but managed to keep it together. I'd really forgotten how great music in the concert format can be. I really haven't been since I last went and saw my sister play, except for a 7 piece chamber set in Vienna.

The most promising bit is that the TSO has instituted a regular regional program, so I can go out again in a fortnight.

Tonights set was;

Rossini - String Sonata No.1
Neruda - Trumpet Concerto
Puccini - I Crisantemi
Tchaikovky - Souvenir de Florence

After the concert I got in a vigorous debate over state vs. local sewage management, and the impacts of the Gunns pulp mill, local paper business' and the direction of Latrobe as a town, with one of the local councillors. Very entertaining, almost had me considering running for local council again....

Sad news, after a couple of days illness my favorite hen (the one who would sit when I put my hand above her, and never ran away) was so sad this morning, that I had to kill her. Sadness and grumpiness was had all day on this one.