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Clefs of Insanity
Let’s see, I made good progress on my paper today, I returned a stack of library books, I found some potentially useful exercises for sciatica, and I attended an a capella concert by The Clefs of Insanity. They sang 15 songs, and in addition to those in English, there were songs in Middle English, Gaelic, Quenya (as in elvish), Latin, French, and Estonian. They also sang the main song from Barbie.
I was sitting on the aisle in the back, which was nice until directly before the concert started, when a mom and a small child (3? 4?) sat down in the row in front of me, and the boy talked incessantly – quietly but incessantly – through the first two songs. People in front of him were turning around and looking. I gave up after the second song and moved to an entirely different part of the hall. I think the point was that the child’s dad was one of the singers? Nevertheless, it was pretty inconsiderate.
I was sitting on the aisle in the back, which was nice until directly before the concert started, when a mom and a small child (3? 4?) sat down in the row in front of me, and the boy talked incessantly – quietly but incessantly – through the first two songs. People in front of him were turning around and looking. I gave up after the second song and moved to an entirely different part of the hall. I think the point was that the child’s dad was one of the singers? Nevertheless, it was pretty inconsiderate.
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