Seth’s World View

But I did just watch a movie set in Vienna a few days ago. It was last summer I first visited vicariously through Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy, and it immediately worked its way into my list of favorite movies. It’s dialogue mostly, stripped down, slowly paced, characted-based, and conversation that seems somehow real. And having traveled, the situation is one I can imagine.

I think that, as I drink my Vienna, an espresso drink with vanilla syrup and cinammon. One day, I shall have to sit on a patio in Vienna and sip one. Hopefully with a French girl that I get off the train with. That does give me a reason to go, a ‘why not?’ scenario. I wondered if I would stay. I did think about it in New Zealand. There was a Kiwi lass that I would have stayed for, had we hooked up. She called me once, from Paris, with her lovely Kiwi accent. I had a notion, just to buy a ticket and fly to Paris for a few days. Spend a night or two walking Paris with her, maybe propose. Not really a sensible notion, and I have a hard time believing the answer would be favorable, but just the sort of notion to stir my imagination, and for a moment, it was real.

And so I sit in Fort Collins at Everyday Joe’s listening to jazz and perputual motion. On the eve of a long week, my weary soul awakens. Though I am tired, music lifts me back up, and I sigh. And I remember why. Why I am here? I’m running sound as a volunteer because I believe. I believe in the power of music, and the power of community. Music is like the sabbath, a place of rest. It transcends, breaks through, calms, strengthens, energizes, moves. Just because it is, doing it’s own work in each person, in it’s own way, with or without words. Tonight, it is wordless, but speaks, and I hear, perhaps more clearly. Yes, words can get in the way. Silence allows me to hear.

I’ve never been to Vienna, or Europe, but one day I will, and maybe I’ll take a train, meet a girl, and then I’ll no longer have to imagine.