Yesterday, 07:46 AM
The DC area NPR affiliate does pretty well with their playlists, but there's still the Saturday afternoon opera.
I love classical music, even going into some of the modernist stuff, but opera, in general, may as well be Noh theater to me. As my dad used to say: hours of caterwauling with a nice aria in between.
Then one beautiful spring Saturday morning last year, I was inexpertly making up some way-too-strong CBD oil from a not-low THC strain and accidentally licked my fingers before going to Hobby Lobby.
And while I was sitting in the parking lot too scared to go inside, I heard this:
I had one of those moments of profound beauty that was carved into my entire soul for life, and NPR's crappy programming was responsible.
I can't hate on it entirely.
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