John Williams at the Hollywood Bowl. Simply amazing. A lifetime dream to see him conduct at HB, and he was on fire tonight for the New Orleans victims. We all respond to tragedy in unique ways, and his was stoic and focused...he only really spoke to us once, to praise the three famous conductors who died this year, and to say he wished the notes they played tonight could somehow float on the ethers to those suffering in Katrina's wake. Four encores, one of them being the original Star Wars, which I was told by my JW expert next to me that he NEVER plays. And of course, the Sith tune was accompanied by a huge chorus onstage, and much lightsaber-play in the audience, which all made my hair stand on end. Amazing how one melody can encompass all the emotional resonance missing from eight hours of celluloid. If I ever think of watching the prequels again, I'll just play JW's music instead.
The company I was in was just delightful. Got to hang with my two best Bruins, happily married/cool Mark & Charmaine. And I met Carey (or Carrie?), a fun friend of theirs, and Dallas Middaugh, a manga author for Random House imprint Del Rey. Dallas and I frequent the same comic book store, which is an odd coincidence. He has been lurking on the blog for a while, which didn't surprise me that much because he's Mark's friend...but then we found out he found my blog through the Eisner's instead of Mark. Small world. It was pretty wild to meet him and have him ask how my wrist was! (I forgot about it too much yesterday with all the Advil onboard, though I did stay off the keyboard...I kept myself from clapping by keeping something in my hand the whole night to remind me not to use it. Did the annoying Whoo instead for JW. Sure the foreigners next to me LOVED that.) Everyone was so nice and witty; it was great to be included in a cultured night. You know, except for the sea of lightsabers and thirty-year-olds screaming "PLAY E.T. and INDIANA JONES!"
Mom is okay. Rough day. Her cough is back, and we're waiting on test results. They painted her room today, and moved her in with a Russian family that didn't speak English and kept staring at her. Then they were going to move her back into her room without opening any windows first...hello, lung cancer people! I swear, I don't know what Mom would do without Nurse Sis having her back.